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Prologue

Disturbed

Smoke was overflowing the air as if it were pitch black, and only hums were heard. Terror filled them all, I could smell it. Yet I didn't feel it, I wasn't one of all the many citizens screaming at the top of their lungs. I wasn't participating in the "run for your lives" act. It was nothing,.. I was nothing.

Lost as I was, this one knew it was my own fault for doing what I did, it was disgraceful. Call me repulsive, call me nauseating, it's what I am. You don't know how it feels: Living with no sentiment, no emotion. As if someone ripped your stomach from your very being. Shallow as if I was blind to even a poltergeist(noisy spirit). Disgusting, revolting from top and bottom, mentally.

Inside I was a hollow shell searching for something to fill in the abyss that was my existence. Dead, a living soul, or a living nightmare. A scorching lamp that can't be extinguished. I tarnish all that comes my way, no misconception about it. I'm a fiend, one that needs to be massacred. That's what I require, what I need. So why can't I have my wish?… is because I don't deserve it.

And yes, as I stand here, I can't find myself to ever get what I deserve. I deserve torture, I deserve death.

I was once happy.

I once felt love and loved, as I smiled upon the adorable face of myself, and I cherished that moment. I felt consoled and protected alongside the cool temperature wrapped around me, overpowering me with passion, and adoration. And I didn't deserve it, I shouldn't have had it. They shouldn't have had me. I'm not worthy. I should be lifeless. So I felt despair, I suffered for what I've done. Yet I want the happiness again, I want the love, the comfort, I want to be cherished.

"I don't deserve it." The fire whirled around me intimately, powerless to burn the flesh on my corpse. That's what I felt like; a corpse. A carcass: that doesn't deserve to pass on. That doesn't merit anything.

On this exact day, I had suffered, as the impersonation of my face and soul -the cool temperature suffocating me with passion- was torn from my very being. All contentment and love I had last long held, left me with nothing but mourning and haphazard blaze. I could have it, I could have had it all without one regret, but I didn't. I lost it all, and as an alternative I didn't die, but lived on to bemoan this day.

I hate it, I LOATHE IT ALL!! - Catherina Reginol.

Disorder

127 years later…

"It can't possibly get any worse than this," the lass whispered, as she plumped down in the living room on the black linen-leather couch in her and her uncle's rather superior apartment.

Said uncle treaded his way through the front door opposite, the living room, obviously not happy with her. Elissa Reginol scrutinized his every move like a predator surveying her prey. She observed from the way he jadedly hung his jacket on the dark brown, wooden door rack, to the way he aggravately fondled his brownish-red hair. To her, he seemed to be pretending she didn't exist, but hey, that's okay, as long as he doesn't give her a lecture. Or worse, give her-

"Here," said the stern voice of Jeremiah Westerfield, severing their beautiful silence with a cudgel. She felt a weight rap against her thighs that should have not been so light.

Elissa was almost terrified to look down, at the deliberation of what awaits her. Fortunately, once Jeremy spoke again, she didn't have to just yet. "Elissa Vampix Reginol, you act as if you have no self-training. What you did today, I have to say, is the most ridiculous ruse you've ever anticipated. The lowest of the low, you hear. The principle Lissa? Have you completely lost all sense of mind? I can't believe I've let this slide for so long. They're rules in this house that-"

And a blah and a blah and a blah. Jeez, she was tired of the same speech over and over from this guy. Sure it's all her fault for always getting into trouble, and yes she totally deserves punishment, but this wasn't worth the torture. Sadly, this information isn't enough to stop this. Being forced to listen to this everyday can turn you insane, surprise that she isn't. Sometimes she truly tries to grasp what he's saying, but it always get worse.

"Are you listening? You young lady are not-"

Same old, same old. Nothing interesting. Nothing ever being said differently. The unyielding tone he usually employs is all she can really hear when this kind of matter repeats itself. And last but not least…

"A Vampix like yourself should know better than anyone-" She interrupted his quarrel, continuing the rest of his speech.

"-not to take advantage of human beings. Yeah, I know. Do you really have to repeat the same speech alleged to me since I was six. I'm 16, it's not like I need you to take care of me anymore." Elissa crossed her arms over her stomach, and glared softly -no matter how frightening she tried to- at her only guardian.

Jeremiah's eye's tightened, causing his gaze to seem much more intense than implied, and after some time, Lissa squirmed under his relentless stare. Jeremy noticed this and turned his back on her. This barely seemed to help, the intensity was so thick you could cut it with the huge knives you use to cut trees -saws, yea that.

This wasn't the first time Elissa Reginol was sent home for the tricky dilemmas one of her kind should avoid. Time and time again was she revealed for disobeying orders; or worse, the law. She wasn't a true Rebel when it came to her and Jeremy, but to others, rebel didn't even begin to comprehend her situation at hand. She loved the trouble, and the looks on peoples faces when they realize something unforeseen. She loved pranks, and most of all, she loved a challenge. But with Jeremy… it was much more diverse. Practically on a higher degree she hadn't even dreamed to attain.

Elissa looked away after a while, and her eyes traveled downward to the book that assembled on her lap thanks to Jeremy's help. Not again. She glimpsed up at Jeremy pleadingly, but with no luck, since his back was turned, she whimpered. Of course Jeremiah heard, but decided to ignore her, and walked away mutedly. Elissa heaved a sigh.

Same old, same old like she mentioned before. She gets into trouble, get sent home by Jeremy's 'secret' under cover agent -A.K.A. the principle- with another boring lecture and 52centimeter book waiting for her. Also, since the book was as big as a wheel of cheese, she hadn't finished from the last few times it was designated to her in this town.

She grimaced once she straightened her back against the couch. Why you ask? It was after the little exploit Elissa pulled at school that she had decided to up and plummet off of the 3 story building's school roof. On her way down to the ground, she established a way to maneuver her petite body in inhuman speed so that she wouldn't land painfully on her head, but instead, she disembarked just as painful when the small of her back collided with a huge stone.

Why she didn't die? Well, that's saying to much.

When the pain subdued, she assembled up her big book and headed to the back of the house where her room resigned. The enormous manuscript was left dangling in one of her bony, diminutive hands. Every step she made a new throbbing ache surged through her body in the exact same spot. She groaned in pain. I guess this is what I get, she admitted scornfully.

Lissa passed Jeremy's room on attempt to go to hers. Inside, Jeremy was slumped overwhelmingly hopeless against the white silk sheets on his gigantic bed, lounged in the centerfold of his plain room. Containing only a few photo's, abstract art, a plasma T.V on top his chest of drawers, and a nightstand beside his bed. His eyes were squinted closed as if to only force on sleep; and knowing Jeremy, that's exactly what he was trying to do. Lissa lingered in the doorway, but soon walked away with no need to speak. He'd forgive her, he always did. She almost felt guilty for the deprived man.

Almost. He'd get over it.

Her thought merely settled her conscious' criticisms for the time being.

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As the modest Vampix plunged on her bed, she commenced reading, flipping through pages to find the last she left off. This book was entirely too old to hold itself together so well as it did. She bet money not even a rugrat could tear this baby apart. So old the spider webs were engraved as if it belonged as much as the title. Said title was written across the full-size burgundy-brown leather of the manuscript in rich, gold letters.

The book of the history of her kind. Containing all, from the start of vampires, pixies, and werewolves, to the end of the Disturbian war: it held it all. Even the minor things like the agreement between both mystics, the pixies alliance, the life of the poltergeist. Even how Dracula came to be… Okay, maybe that's not as minor. But anyway, the things you want to know, you find it in the great book, "Enchanted."

Who am I?

Elissa Vampix Reginol…

What am I?

Well, that's more complicated.

First, let's start off with saying I'm a mixed species -and forbidden. Now don't misunderstand my relations by your human races. My situation is far more complicated than whites, blacks, Hispanics and whatever the hell else you humans find to go into war over. I'm in between a vampire (something Jeremy thought best not to tell me until I actually new my name -and understood it.) Which was when I was five, but in reality, I looked 15 months, and a pixie(fairy like). I have short raven black hair that I usually display in various fashions -today I decided it'd do better draped around my shoulders to aid the exploit I pulled. Very, very small and short, not to mention I'm not even over 110 pounds. I walk like I'm floating, or dancing, A.K.A barely touching ground. Love a challenge, love chocolate, love blue, love blood, love Jeremy, love my deceased Father, loved my mother, and love boys -sadly not relationships. Yes, I'm weird.

They're plenty of dealings that are different about me than my pixie kin. The trait of the pixie genetics state that the entire eyeball is wholly tinted, compared to the little color in what you humans call irises. My eye, on the other hand, isn't entirely tinted, which makes them normal. Except, of course, my entire iris and pupil -which isn't normal- is crystalline blue. Luckily, no humans can see this. I'm over 5 inches -which is totally different compared to most pixies at a 4'6 height- barring a petite and very feminine frame -no big jugs, and other things. Those other things are: my ears aren't as pointed, they're precisely identical to the humans only sporting a peak at the pinnacle -nothing I can't hide, I don't have wings at all, I'm not shimmering of a certain color, and I really don't like to wear the same outfit for an entire century.

Not to mention I carry numerous traits of my vampire kin: frosty cold, hard skin, pasty white, and my magic totally sucks. Jeremy tried helping me, but he's not a pixie, so what would he know? Though so far I can, only, shock anyone in the course of physical contact. The pixie in my mother and the vampire in my father defines what I am, a Vampix. What you can see classifies who you are in this world, therefore, I am a being who perceives it all.

The world meant for me is of mystical creatures -or so it should be- but apparently that's not the world my mother required me to dwell in for any longer -damn her! That world was filled of vampires, werewolves, pixies, Seekers, and obviously not the world a mother would want their child to remain without them. I live amongst humans and a werewolf for an uncle, clearly not the type of world a Vampix like myself should transpire. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing I would like more than to live here with Jeremy and travel the world -okay The United States, but I left once. But all in all, I'm the sort -that hope against hope- for a real challenge. My 'minor' pranks were becoming too much for these creatures -which is partly why I moved here to New Orleans. N.O is overflowing with such a great deal of murder that my 'minor' pranks wouldn't make a difference here, or thus I hope. Yeah, where I want to live Jeremy takes me -as long as it's far from 'them.' Let's not overlook each and every one of the rogues creeping about here. Though it's an acceptable part-time job, it's still not dare enough. rogues are complete outrageous idiots. All vampires are, or so that's my opinion -Yeah, so what, I'm a vamp who doesn't fancy their own kind.

Pfft, so what do you humans have to say about that ol' chap Michael Jackson? …I'll wait…

More over, that's how- oh well excuse me, seems you have gotten confused with the 'rogue' comment. That's all part of the vampire population -in fact there's many more: Majestic, Madineir, Humpier- but that's off subject. In any case, the rogues are descendents from the Rebels -vampires that kill humans to survive, the corrupted vamps who let the scent of blood determine their entire objective in life. In other words, they have no sense of mind, and the human blood is like a drug to them. Yeah, well all vamps are despicable to me. So who gives a damn what's what, and who's who. I'm a vampire and pixie -and no, I don't hate that, but I'm different. I am my father's daughter, and those damn vamps are revolting.

Furthermore, "Enchanted" is a justified resource of the Mystical world I was derived from. It is questioned how most vampires and pixies come to be; it holds those answers. For instance, the vampire covens came to be by one you all know as Count Dracula. Well, that story was true -partially. Yes, by simply sinking his teeth within a human's -or what we call humdrum, or drumlins- flesh, he created millions more.

Well, how did Dracula come to be?

It all embarked on reason of a radioactive bat, or rat -even the great book isn't sure, some think it's a cat- a parasite: parasite like no other, which is why some think it was from another world, so technically, we are too. Well, to cut a long story short, one bite into the counts tissue, and he was infected with what they identify now as vampirism. The stereotypes for vampirism are: change in surgical façade or physical appearance -icy/pallid skin, stone hard mass, jagged canines and nails, etc, and an enhancement in all human senses -sharper senses, sensitive irises, inhuman speed and body functions, zero manifestation and high metabolism, fierce resentment, outcast towards humdrums, undeniably beautiful to habitual seeing eyes, and a craving for human blood.

Transylvania, Romania wasn't in good condition once Dracula realized what he was competent of, or when he decided to make many more. Being a scientist compelled him to experiment on the total effects of vampirism, and him being a count only aided his mannerisms. So The Count -and his crazy ass brain- brought himself to be executed by the humdrums after they comprehended that he was doing the devils deeds. Of course they didn't understand or perceive all that loll before them -they were typical humdrums after all- so what could they do to the Great Count? Clearly, there were drums that could see. These were not called humdrums, they weren't completely oblivious and blind. These drums that could see through our mystical world as if it were only unbreakable glass were called Seekers. The Seekers crucified Dracula and many more that were as dim-witted as him. Led on by a man named Abraham Van Helsing, no vampire could get pass him and his followers. He was the start of the Seekers, and now lives on as their inspiration -no I'm not lying, both Dracula and Van Helsing were true. They live on by lineage, in troupes you know now as vampire hunters, very ruthless and spiritually powerful. The vampires that the Count created were petrified of them, but, on the contrary, not all.

A number of them were enraged and infuriated after their creator's downfall, and engaged in battle with the Seekers. This battle went on for decades, both the vampires and Seekers creating many more, and led to a great dwindle in Europe's population. (Stupid humdrums thought it was a disease, the smallpox -though the Rebels venom did corrupt most humdrum's system.) However, that was not the only thing this conflict initiated. The start of the werewolves were established-

"Lissa!" I hear Jeremy shout gravelly throughout our home. From the reverberation of his tenor, I can tell I was -by now- forgiven.

"Coming!" I respond, dismounting off of my cozy bed.

There was no reason for Jeremy to be calling me at the moment. If I wasn't mistaken, there was no part-two to the scheme I did today, so Jeremy must have something critical to announce. He haven't requested on me for anything as minor as to "how are you doing?" or "want to go to the park?" since I was seven. So this must be something worth listening to -or not, it depends.

I descend from the hallway, not only to come across Jeremy, but two sturdy and well-built men I never laid eyes on before in life. Both men bear bleak and murky academic robes -looking as if to be made of a rather scaly vertebrate- lagging low to their black leather boots, amid dusky shabby hoods with the intention of concealing their facial appearance. Definitely Seekers, but what were they doing here?

Jeremy looked at me poignantly, as he said, "Liss, these are the Seekers from Barcelona. They're here to-" My eyes tightened subconsciously. I flinched, as a subtle rumble rips past my lips thick with malice. I've just grasped that it's me growling.

"What are they doing here!" I shrieked, no longer in jurisdiction of myself. I couldn't relieve the boiling rage in my core. I was going through a vampire frenzy, and the bad thing about this was I didn't know what I'd do next, and neither did Jeremy. Speaking of Jeremy, he was the reason for this, so whatever I do is absolutely his fault.

Realizing the outcome will be dire, I fail to evade the animosity of the fury within. I grasp the style in which my back rolls, and the route my glower proceeded on each and every one of the habitants in the room before me, as if I were watching someone else in my body. I see the way red fills my vision, the way shock currents roam around my façade generating electrical energy waves surrounding me affectionately. Crouched down on the ground in my school uniform: skirt and a button down shirt below my gray visor. I glared at them, another snarl tearing through my chest. I know what I'm about to do, I'm about to attack.

Jeremy lurched before both of the men, jutting out his arms in a protective manner. I growled at them upon seeing a shimmer of silver exposedfrom the Seeker on the left. Readying myself for assault, my back reeled more distastefully. "Lissa, stop it!" His request only increased my bitterness further. Why would he be helping these humans- these Seekers? He's a werewolf, not a vampire, so they wouldn't be here for him. Did he tell them…?

My next choice in action wasn't a smart one.

While I'm sprinting for the intruders, Jeremy hurdles towards me, bashing my head into the arctic, tiled floor vitally. I thrashed about beneath him, desperate to break free, and as a consequence, I hacked at his left cheek, producing four fresh, piercing scratches. The Seekers in the rear grew alarmed at my abrupt strike, escalating the matter at hand by withdrawing their glistening blades -vampire flesh exertion- causing the hairs resting on my neck to prickle. The feeling of anger boiling within became too much for me to take.

Jeremy rotates his head to face the Seekers with hazard eyes, and bellowed, "put your weapons away, it only makes matters worse." They hesitated, but complied as well as stepping back into the darkness of the living room. Jeremy weaved his head back to me with a beseeching gaze. "Elissa, listen to me. You need to calm down, nothing is going to happen to you." I take note to his words, closing my eyes to appease my anger. But there was this nagging question at the back of my head.

"Why are they hear?" I queried, squirming delicately beneath his rigid build. He doesn't budge, but only tauten his clutch on my wrists. "Tell me!" I shout.

I hear him heave a sigh and whisper, "I called them," I thrashed again.

"Traitor!" I screeched, trying frantically to free myself or raid again. It's no use, his grip and weight overpowers all of my attempts, leaving me fruitless.

"Liss," he pleads. My thrashing ceased, as I glanced at him. His eyes gazing at me glazed over, and I feel myself surrendering instantaneously. NO, he isn't using coercion on me! I try to tell myself again and again, but I'm no fool. He was positively using his coercion. Every part of my resentment and antagonisms leisurely fade away. Jeremy arises, tugging me up and into his arms. Of course, diminishing any act of violence in all but a second.

"Lissa," he carries on murmuring in my ear reassuringly, "they are not here to take you away, not entirely." Lingering roughly, my cognizant-conscious mind restores itself piece by piece, and soon enough I'm again capable to comprehend my own feelings -devoid of the werewolf coercion's assistance.

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"Whaaa?" I was in my body once again, feeling as if I've awoken from a dream. The haze that smudges my vision recedes gradually in the dusk of the darkness. I pat the appendage limb embracing me in a loving bind. Slanting my head aloft, I spot red blemishes of hair atop someone's cranium. "Jeremiah," I whisper, my chafe tone croaking in each syllable. I feel as if I'm out of place, as if I had no idea how my back became pressed against his chest, or why I was even standing in this position now. The true results frightened me. Ha-ha, yeah right, hope I even remembered how to ask what happened.

Jeremy chuckled delicately, then whispered, "yes it's me, are you alright?" mutely reassuring me. Immediately, my previous distrust betray me. I believe in Jeremy. He dubiously releases me, captivating a step back.

Once again aware of the unwanted Seekers in my residence, I stand astride. Jeremy apprehending my intentions, capture my shoulders in a flash, and heaves me backwards. I hiss to at least intimidate them, curling my lip and barring my baby fangs. "Lissa!" Jeremy shouts, whirling me around to greet a fierce blue-eyed glower in my direction. My attempt in dialogue fails seeing that my mouth is occupied by Jeremy's. He takes me into his arms and kisses me long and hard. Unconsciously, I move my lips with his in a exquisite manner -or was it unconsciously? I get succumbed into his caress against my lips, fully welcoming the rise I'm getting from the feeling of my first kiss -or was it just that? And, although I can hear myself protesting, I don't act on it. Shocked and not knowing what to do, but enjoy the kiss I know I shouldn't, I don't realize my consciousness fading away until it's completely gone.

"Maybe I should have warned her first?" "That would have been best" "Hn" is the last thing I hear.

I stir awake with a jolt, sweat trickled from my forehead down to my neck. I eyed the ashen-colored wall before me for a moment, or two, utterly unaware of where I was lying, or why I wasn't staring at the sunny blue walls of my room, instead gazing at Jeremy's. Unable to find any of those answers, I call upon the only person that I have here. "Jeremiah?" I croak. Precisely -as expected- Jeremy steps beside me, holding my hand in a instant. I incline my head in his direction. Instead of my raid of questions, I stare at his traumatized gaze as the memories of earlier resurface. Jeremy seemed to comprehend what was occurring -seeing him shuffle under my gaze that suddenly turns into a glare.

He bows his head remorsefully while muttering an apology -for everything. From not warning me Seekers were in the house, to 'the kiss of comatose.' The kiss! So that what it was, he was using his werewolf influence. That explained the coercion he performed on me earlier. That explains the kiss -the kiss of comatose, which is another influence, much like coercion. Coercion is a manipulative power that controls your feeble control and bends it in the one who controls you benefit. Much like the coercion, 'the kiss of comatose' also bends your mental restraint and force you into unconsciousness. Though they are much alike, 'the kiss of comatose' is more powerful than coercion -and can only be performed by a select few of the werewolf quantity- but requires physical contact. Keyword; kiss. That explains the obscurity of the entire event. But, does it explain the feeling? Or was that just myself?

I decided to pay attention to Jeremy's chatter to elude the course of which my mind was taking me.. ugh, still apologizing. Jeremy, being his good ol' self, was way too fastidious for his own good. "Jeremiah," I interject sounding more rigorous than intended. "Why are Seekers here?" Jeremy pursed his lips, appearing to be deep in thought. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "Tell me!" I snapped.

"They're here to bring you to Barcelona." he riposted in a hushed voice.

"What was that?" I asked nastily. Jeremy laughed almost sheepishly, then at once grew solemn.

"Lissa, you're going to the Sonnett Academy in Barcelona." In that moment, all came to a standstill. My memories and dreams and accomplishments flaunted right before my eyes as if I was receiving 'the kiss of death.' He couldn't possibly be serious. Me, around hundreds of vamps!?

"WHAAAT!!?" Subsequently to my screech, the darkness revisits.

"This is the most ridiculous and idiotic phenomenon I've ever experienced in my life," I yell orally, passing bystanders gawking at me foolishly.

I walked along the sidewalk of my yearlong home street -a never aging organism shouldn't stay in one place for too long amongst the humdrums. There were bodies all around me blocking the clear view of my school -looking as if it would take an eternity to reach. I hear the birds squealing. It had been raining I realize. There were puddles in the joints between the cobblestone resting in the concrete. I kicked water across exasperatedly, moistening my black shoes. The splashes turning into dark blotches on my stockings. I so hate my life.

Why was I behaving this way you ask? Well, you tell me how you would feel -if you were me- and you were being surveyed by two Seekers everywhere you go -including school.

"Fine," Jeremy concurs, "You won't leave just yet, I'll give you time to take it in," I sighed, "but you have until this week, then you leave bright Saturday morning. Is that a deal?" I cross my arms against my chest stubbornly. "Be that way Elissa, but what's done is done." I glared at the moon that chose the wrong time to shine through our windows. It was over 5 a.m., wasn't teenagers supposed to be sleep by now -or just waking up?

"What I don't understand is how come you make all the rules when your only a hundred years older than me. You could very well be my husband," I articulate, "or my brother," I add in deep thought -animatedly. "Or my sister," I mutter, now completely in my own world.

"Hey , stop That!" Jeremy yelled, banging his hands into the polished wood of our kitchen counter. I sniggered. He sat back down on the stool. "Elizabeth and Zaire will be supervising you so you wont run away, like I know you will, until you leave for the academy. There you will go directly to the professor's office so he can explain the details I couldn't, they will lead you," he indicates, waving his hand towards the Seekers in the far end of the dinning room, directly across the counter me and Jeremy leaned against. I sneered at him threateningly, or at least tried. "The sovereign ruler of the school, or principle, is a very ruthless man. He's also a Seeker," I scoff once more.

"Pfft, a Seeker monitoring leeches, you expect me to believe that?" Jeremy stiffened, I glance at him misapprehending his actions. "Hm?" I questioned, as he looks away.

"His name is Theramedius Saia Esputien,.." I scoff yet again, "he was a good friend of your father, so he is aware of what you are. You're welcomed there and our clandestine will be in safe hands." Appalled as I was, I was unable to protest.

A good friend of my fathers', was that true? Jeremy twisted his gaze back to meet my eyes. "He's going to keep an eye on you-"

"So what, he's stalking me now?" I yell aggravately. Jeremy groans.

"Come now Lissa, don't be that way. He's only making sure you don't get yourself into unnecessary trouble. In fact," he taunted. "he was even nice enough to have his son watch over you while you're both at school ."

"Ha-ha Jeremy, very mature for a guardian."

"What was that you said," he placed his hand on his chin in mock contemplation, "That I could very well be your husband," Jeremy raises his eyebrow, waiting for my response, pestering me. I snarl at him, turning around to tromp off into my room. But not before hearing him say, "I hear he's a very striking young man. His name is-" SLAM!

And that's why I'm here now -being monitored by mortals, as if I'd run. Which I would. But still, do they really have to follow my every step not even muttering a word the entire time? Like the type of stalker you know is there but decided to ignore, because it turned out to be your younger brother attempting to throw a water balloon directly at your head. It's as if I'm really being trailed, and me being the predator type girl, felt very irritated.

So you'd know how I'd feel if one of the Seekers decided to depart from the gloom and lay a hand on my shoulder. Well, let's just say striking at a trained Seeker, without even thinking or trying to make it good, was not the greatest choice.

"Ow," I groaned, as the concrete slaps unpleasantly against my patella's. Smirking bitterly, I remark, "first date and you already have me on my knees," I murmured, he simply grunts. Testing my muscles, I slowly arise to glare at the black-hooded essence. "What do you want," I snarled. I'm beginning to do that a lot lately. The other Seeker remained in the darkness, scrutinizing my every move. Surrounded by the brick houses in a chilly alleyway -my confidential short-cut, as well as vociferous irritating noises -must be a meeting in these buildings or something, I'm intentionally trying to get a move on. "What is it that you want?" I inquired hastily. The Seeker takes a step back, convened by the accompanying Seeker, then concentrates back on me.

"We decided that one of us will accompany you in your school, the other will follow from the shadows." I placed my hands on my hips persistently. Did you know that Seekers from Barcelona have a Spanish accent?

"And what is the meaning of this? You're already following me, isn't that enough for you?" They glanced at each other for a fleeting minute. "fine," I conceded. I thrust my index finger out to the opposing direction of the Seeker communicating -the one with the huge ass jugs, which you could clearly see if you look, that I began to automatically envy. "but I'd rather her. I don't want to be seen in school being followed by some random guy. It'd make me look bad," with that last request in mind, I departed the alleyway and began walking the regular route to school. I wonder if they knew what school was like, I mean they are humans, right? Damn Seekers, they covet every damn thing. I can't even walk down the trail without feeling cornered. I sighed drowsily once I apprehended the figure directly on my tail.

"This day just keeps getting better and better." I groused.

Assembling down in my assigned seat in 8th period, I glared at everyone and everything within seeing range. Strangely no one seemed to be aware of the stature resting in the faraway corner of the class. I was. And boy was it distracting! But who needs school, right? Especially when you were going to a vampire academy. Did I mention.., I HATE VAMIRES? The damn leeches, think they're all high and mighty because they possess supernatural powers. My father, now that was a true superman, a conqueror. Though he didn't last much long, he was the best there was and the best there ever will be. I'll value the day I meet a man superior to my father, Priest Lastant Sephimorth Reginol. So just imagine me -leech hater- enrolled in a vampire academy. Then you know how I feel.

BRIIING!!

The moment the bell rings, the class is vacant of life. So I have until the end of this week, which is in 2 more days, and my life here will be gone before I know it. Well, it was getting around that time where me and Jeremy would leave this town anyway, so I guess…

Wait!… What about Jeremy? Without a second thought, I dashed out the class, down the halls and barreled out the double-doors into the murky shade beside the school a meter away from my alley-shortcut. No doubt, with both Seekers on my tail. They probably think I'm trying to make a run for it. But I was in no mood to correct their judgment- BANG!

Yep, definitely assuming my escape. The idiots, actually believing me to make a brainless move like this. I'm much more skilled in, "What the hell was that for!?" my roar came out muffled, as my mouth was occupied with someone's hand. What the hell!.. Wait-

"Maybe you should stay still, if you value your life that is," boast a slimy-like tone. Oh dear.

Today definitely was not my day. First getting busted -again- then getting walloped with bad news, not to mention cornered by a Rebel, and surrounded around Seekers unable to use my power to take on this damn leech. My power -being merged with both pixie and vampire strength, not just physically- would be the very thing to expose both me and Jeremy. I was never in a situation like this, usually I'd be the one to corner the Rebel. That way I could destroy it rather than exposing my power's strong point. But this way I'd have to pry its hands off me then slaughter it as soon as possible. But, that would emit my abilities, and that would not be good with Seekers in the area. One thing you need to know about Seekers: they do not keep secrets from each other.

"You are the great vampire who slaughters their own kind," He assumed, dragging me backwards into the alley. Oh no, I was not going to be the one killed leech! I wrenched away from his grip forcefully, but bumped into another icy cold chest. Dammit, where are all these damn things coming from? Oh I'm definitely going to hear it from Jeremy if he finds out about this. That's right!.. I have to find Jeremy to… SCREECH!! What noooow!!?

"Elissa!" a furious yell breaks free to my consciousness, and by the irritated tone, it definitely wasn't the first time he had called. I coiled away from the rebs behind me and swiveled my diminutive body around the one who'd captured me -being small has its advantageous- down the alley and into the sun of the city streets. Rebs couldn't stand the sun -though it didn't kill them, especially in the hot temperature that was New Orleans' Fall -which wasn't supposed to be so hot. Now to see who called me…?

"Elissa," he yells again, "are you alright?" the bawl coming closer indicated his being right behind me. I turned around to a shadowy black-cloaked figure with a full-size hood -owing to privacy. A dark, steady contour that seemed to hover a few inches above my head, the body very sinewy and slender, the hands covered by black leather gloves, black combat boots, and a sheath lying on his back diagonally, sword ready at hand. "are you alright?" he repeats warily, glimpsing to the rear in the alley where the Rebels stood set. One Rebel and two rogues, we could take'em. "Elissa!" the Seeker shouted -obviously irritated- grabbing my shoulder and shaking it brutally. Maybe I should answer him. Swatting his hand away, I took a cautious step back.

"I'm fine, but maybe you should worry about them rebs in there!" I yelled, pointing directly where the leeches stood. The Seeker stiffened -what did Jeremy say their names were again- then focused away from me and directly at my captures. Strange guy... Zaire! That's what his name was.

"Zaire? Are you-" without giving me time to finish, he charges for the rebs in an instant, all alone. In the most swift movements, he slashes his sword across one rebs shoulder before giving it enough time to react. "Wow," I muttered in total astonishment. Zaire seemed to have heard me, I can tell by the cockiness that flared in his engagements -yep, definitely a boy. As a consequence, a reb had the advantage to hack at his arm, ripping some of his clothing to reveal powdery skin on his upper-forearm. "Stop showing of!" I barked, throwing my fist up to indicate my meaning.

This was a humdrum right, I mean Seeker? The way he shifts his weight, the tint of his skin. I've never laid eyes on a true Seeker before, I've never saw them in action. They were incredible, as hard and lean as the blade of a sword, hulking and menacing as an iron-spiked cudgel. Or at least, that's what Zaire looked like. He wasn't on his own any longer, as the other Seeker, Elizabeth, appeared at his side instantaneously, looking precisely the same as Zaire.

"Elizabeth?" I gasped in surprise. Sure a women can fight just as good as a man -I confirmed that fact- but, that good? They moved in harmony, hurling at their enemy, but not disturbing the others efforts. Attacking their enemy the same time as protecting the other. They were even doing double-team at some points, as if they'd done this together many times. Oh yeah that's right, Seekers travel in two. From the start of the school they originate, to the graduation day. These two must be very close. Spectacular! I'll make sure to check myself before judging the Seekers again, but not the vamps, they're all the same, I'm sure of it. Damn my bad luck. This really is going to be torture, I'm sure Jeremy planned this all-

My demeanor changed the moment I think of Jeremy. I mean, if I'm going to Barcelona, then where's Jeremy-

My reminiscence is interrupted the moment a piercing cry of agony saturated the perimeter. No..

I once had this story up here.... but then i deleted, i decided -with a little help from a friend- to put it back up. Now, i should tell you one thing..-this story won't be up by chapters. The next chapter will not be the beginniing of chapter two, though you'll see it while you are reading- where the real chapter two begins.

I'm putting not this story up by chapters, but by when I want to update, so just tell me with you like.

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Hey, if you realized something about the main character..- tell me, i might just know...

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