Prologue
Jamie stood in the doorway of his older brother's darkened room, watching the back of his head as he stared intently at the computer screen. Jamie leaned forwards to see what it was but it was too far away to get a good look, not to mention half hidden behind his brother.
"Like a unicorn into a trap my dear, like a unicorn into a trap…" his brother muttered darkly.
"What?" Jamie exclaimed before he could stop himself.
His brother turned round sharply.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked furiously.
"Um…um…Wondering if you'd like a sandwich and when I can have my turn on the computer Marc," he lied quickly, wondering what kind of crazy videogame his brother was playing, although he had to admit, paying videogames wasn't exactly Marc's style.
"Well, I would like a sandwich; I'd like three to be exact, but no, you can't have our computer, it's mine now!" Marc took a step closer. "But what I would really like to know," he continued threateningly. "Is what you're really wondering,"
"Who's the unicorn?" Jamie asked, closing his eyes and knowing he was going to regret it.
"I'm glad you asked," Marc replied sarcastically. "It's a girl," he said simply, swivelling the screen round so Jamie could see the webpage. "Lexisa990!"
"You're stalking a girl who posts fan fiction?" he said in alarm. "You're crazy!"
"No, not crazy," Marc said excitedly. "Really clever. She's magic, I know she is, I can tell, I have to find her!"
"No!" Jamie was adamant. "No, it's wrong! You can't go round butting into someone's life because you think they might have some sort of special power. I won't let you!"
Marc shot him a 'what y' gonna do about it?/say anything else and you will regret it' look.
"What are you going to do to her Marc; sacrifice her? Okay this cult stuff at the beginning was just stupid but now it's plain mental! Burning stuff, making weird potions, dissecting squirrels, spending ages meditating on your bed acting like you're talking to someone! What is wrong with you?"
He gazed at Marc full of anger, dread and fear. Ever since their mum had left to move closer to her job three months ago he had been like this. Okay he had never been especially nice to Jamie, but his moods were growing steadily worse and worse and he was sure it had something to do with whatever he was messing with.
"How long have you been spying on me?" Marc yelled, positively radiating with fury.
"Not spying exactly…" Jamie protested, backing away into the front room.
Marc followed him, picking up a multi-coloured glass vase and chucking it at Jamie's head.
Jamie swore, only just managing to duck out the way.
"You flipping son of a-" Marc screamed at him, jumping on top of Jamie and pushing him to the ground…
So, that's the end of my prologue, I hope it's okay, the real story will begin soon...
Please Review, I don't care what you write as although nice comments would be appreciated if you think it's bad please say so and put a reason as constructive criticism would be gratefully received too.
What do you think will happen next time when Alexis meets Jamie and the demon fighting begins, ideas are welcome as although I have a pretty good idea where I am going with this story there might be a better plot line out there somewhere.
