Chapter 1
Ted Newman, my sweaty boss at the Tri-Cities roller rink, is a total creep. I'd known that when I took the job but hey, I'd rather work for a creeper than starve to death any day. Tonight that decision would bite me in the ass…
At ten-thirty sharp, I was in the girls locker room changing from ugly red uniform to familiar street clothes when I heard two sets of footsteps come through the front door.
"Sorry," It was Ted speaking. "We're closed already."
I pulled my tiny black t-shirt over my head and read lacy bra, and pulled it down to the middle of my torso, (as far as it went down) and scratched at the tan scar that sliced across my right hip.
"Oh!" Ted exclaimed. "A-Andre. I wasn't expecting you 'til t-tomorrow night." He sounded stressed. Fearful.
I pictured Ted doing that disgusting knuckle popping thing that he did whenever he talked with people, and then slapped it out of my mind. Literally. I shimmied out of my ugly black uniform slacks, hopped into my dark grey, holed and torn straight-leg jeans (I'd bought them one size too big on purpose) and started replacing my many rings, bracelets, ear piercings and one nose ring.
"Well." Began a charismatic voice I wouldn't have guessed would belong to a friend of Ted's, "You've not updated us in some time now. We were beginning to get worried." I heard a sarcastic smile in the voice.
"I-I-I have it but it's not ready yet."
Is this scumbag selling drugs? I tousled my waist length brunette mane and pulled it into one huge messy bun as I continued eavesdropping. Where would he keep drugs anyways? I've been cleaning this place for two years, even his office .If he had anything; I would have found it by now.
"Type?" Said the handsome voice as I shoved my size eights into my black and grey checkered slip on vans.
"AB Negative. Female."
I froze. That's a blood type. As in 'A Human Being' blood type. As in my blood type. What the fuck is he up to?
"Ah. Very rare. Marsilia will be most pleased." Andre sighed.
I shrugged into my black JanSport back pack, flicked of the locker room light and crept to the room entrance to peak through the crack of an opening. There were two men standing in front of a very greasy Mr. Newman. And when I say 'Greasy' I really mean it. His head was shiny and bald, aside from a small strip of blond hair that he liked to comb over and he sweats. A lot. The rings under his arms and staining the front of his nasty wife-beater proved that.
"And you're sure she has the 'ability'?" The familiar voice I'd been listening to came from an attractive young man standing closest to my repulsive boss.
Did he just say something about my ability? Oh… I am so fucked…
Anton had short light brown hair and dressed like he'd paid top dollar for all the designer styles he wore. What a Patsy… The other man, whose back was to me, had straight jet-black hair that brushed the very tops of his shoulders. He was wearing a blue and orange Hawaiian shirt, (collared) attractive beaten up jeans, and a pair of blue converse.
Both of them were thin, in shape. No way could I take them if they jumped me. "Shit…" I hissed under my breath.
Just then, Mr. Stupid-Shirt stiffened. He turned his head slightly, angling his ear towards the locker rooms. I started breathing heavy. He must have heard me. All of a sudden his chest started to rise and fall. It was only then that I realized He hadn't been breathing. Fuck, fuck, fuck… First Fae, then Weres, now what? Vamps? I guessed the made sense. If there are Werewolves, there certainly ought to be Vampire.
He turned around completely and pretended to be looking at the pictures on display. I knew better than that. He must be smelling for me. He walked closer to the locker rooms, following the timeline trail of rollerblading photos that I'd spent hours putting up, with observing eyes. I should have been panicking. Should have hyperventilated and ran off. But I could do nothing but stare. He was Gorgeous.
I snapped out of it when Andre called his name. "Stefan. What is it?"
'Yeah, Stefan. What have you found?' I thought.
I jumped up and made a run for the window at the back of the locker room. By the way, outrunning a Vampire is something I won't try again anytime soon. Not seriously anyways. Andre and Stefan busted through the door and someone was on me. The back of my head hit the tile floor with a loud thud that left my head spinning for a few moments. I heard Ted shuffling into the room. He switched on the light and I could see that It was Andre who was on top of me. Ted stayed in the door way, and Stefan just leaned against the far wall arms crossed, eyes closed. Like he does things like this on a daily (or nightly) basis.
"You've done well, Mr. Newman." I could feel Andre's cool breath on my face as he spoke to Ted, staring into my eyes. "Now let us take it from here." Ted didn't object. Didn't even say a word. Just ran out of the building. The cold hearted bastard…
"I'll kill you if you don't get of off me, just like I'll kill that douche-bag of a boss for leaving me here!" I snarled at Andre. When He hissed and flashed his fangs I spat in his face. That's when he beat me. Ever had a Vampire punch you in the gut? Not a good feeling…
He pounded into my torso six agonizing times, not waiting for me to catch my breath. I laid there gasping for oxygen, thinking I was going to suffocate while he straddled my thighs and clasped one hand over my throat. I felt blood in my mouth, my throat. Felt it leaking down the corners of my mouth. He used my neck to pound my head into the tile a few more times and when he stopped and let me lay there, I felt the warm crimson life ooze from the back of my skull and out onto the floor. I looked over to Stefan again. He was staring at me now, gazing at me from underneath casual lashes.
"You're lazy…" I said to him.
He opened his eyes and really looked at me, something apologetic invading his calm expression.
Andre leaned down to lick the blood from the corner of my mouth. "She's the one, alright." I looked at him as he savored the taste of my blood, and he looked at me too. Looked into me. Looked through me.
Then I blacked out.