Chapter 1
Isaac:
I walked down my old neighborhood, seeing my old memories of a fearful kid. I had no hope then, and now that I do have some, I can't help wondering if it's all worth it. I have undergone so many changes already in my life that I can barely keep up with the past few months. Transforming, controlling my anger. Maybe if my father had never began abusing me I'd never be in a situation like this. I remembered the screams of fear that always continued to erupt through me each and every time his hand came down. Or the days he'd use objects instead of his fists. My nails entered into my skin as I tried to push away the fearsome memories. Blood rushed out of my arm, but just as quickly as it came, it was consumed back into my body. Self-harm couldn't leave a mark. Though the scars of my past continued to remain on my body, it was the ones on the inside that were the most powerful, the ones that caused me to stay up at night as I warned off nightmares of my father returning. Despite all the things that he did to me, I couldn't help but always attempt to impress him, every day of my entire childhood I tried. And tried. And tried again to imprint something on my father. Something like pride that only a caring father could give to his son Every day I wanted him to love me, and every day all that ended was me in pain. My new abilities were the best thing that I could say had ever happened to me, which, while it wasn't the greatest title, it meant more to me than I could explain.
I turned my back on my past and continued walking, back to Derek's house, the only place were I knew, when I was beat up, it was actually for my own good. Even though every time I was in a dark place I'd think of the pain my father brought me, I tried to trudge along until one day, hopefully, that pain of my past would finally be gone and I'd truly be able to turn away. And who knows. Maybe something good will come out of everything.
Brynlee:
I burst through the doors of my new high school. It was weird to be new in the middle of sophomore year, but I kept my head down and tried not to attract any attention. I pulled my sleeve down so it could hide the scars that continued to remain on my body. I was just glad Reed would never be touching me again.I sighed and pulled my hat down lower. It was better if no one saw me or what I looked like. I wasn't a known fugitive or anything crazy like that, but my face was something…well…magical. I swear I'm not insane. I actually have an above average IQ, which is why I'm 14 and a sophomore. But, I'm related to a magical (mythical) creature called a siren. My face, body, and voice were made so that men would fall under my spell. Which is why it's my own fault that I was abused in the past. My stepbrother, Reed, drunk himself into oblivion because he was so drawn to me. So, since a month ago, he had been abusing me. Until I finally womaned up and ran way from Virginia. And, well, Beacon is where I ended up. My mother was a siren and got knocked up. I'm not even sure if the man who raised me is my true father, but he was incredible. Until he married a woman with a son 6 years older than me who tried to rape me when I was 10 years old. Which is when he started drinking. I guess getting abused is better than raped. Right? Well, that's what I tell myself.
I walked down the hallway of Beacon Hill's High, determined that no one will see my face or body or hear me sing. Although that's all I ever want to do. When you're a siren it's as if you're constantly drawn to music, it consumes you and you want to invest the rest of your life in it, but you can't. If I were to even sing one G note, the entire student body would be jumping over buildings and bridges to be my prom date. I wore big pants and a large shirt to make me seem almost curve less, as well as a cap and my chocolate and naturally highlighted hair tied up in a messy pony tale. I tried to make sure no one ever saw my eyes, the bright blue with hints of purple is what really made me even more gorgeous, along with my Hollywood perfect nose and mouth. My eyelashes look fake, but they're naturally long, I had never had a pimple in my entire life, either.
My mother did leave me a note about my heritage and my father gave it to me when I was younger. The only people that could resist my charms were other supernatural. But I had never met another.
As I headed toward my next class I continued to keep my head down, which was a mistake. Because out of no where, a chest appeared and my small frame, only coming up to the center of the boy, almost rocketed off of him, if it weren't for his arm that came around me, I'd have been hallway kill. But, to my dismay of the save, my hat came off and flitted to the ground. The arm around me caused my heart to do unwanted flips and turns and a vault of electricity seemed to surround me. I looked into the boy's eyes, unwillingly.
Isaac:
Holy. Fucking. Crap. I was holding the most beautiful girl in the world. Her eyes were unexplainable, her mouth practically begged for me to kiss her. There was something that strangely drew me to her. Something so powerful, that I had never felt before. She gasped and I couldn't help but have my eyes follow the movement of her lips. She broke from my arms and practically lunged for the hat that fell. She shoved it over so it covered her face and eyes. Instead of turning around and thanking her dashing hero (AKA: me) she quickly walked away and in the direction of the principle's office. I watched her, totally entranced. Scott walked up to me, "Woah, Isaac, what's with the puppy dog face?" He followed my stare and smiled, "New girl?" I glared at him with so much venom I surprised myself. "Mine." I said. Scott laughed and put his hands up, "Alison's mine, you can have your poorly dressed girl."
I glared at the insult and remembered how she felt in my arms, she didn't seem curve less like she looked. If anything, she felt amazing. I needed to find out her name. I smiled at a passing by strawberry blonde, knowing she'd know just who that girl was. "Lydia!" I said catching up to her and walking with her to our next class which was Math, "Do you know who the knew girl is?"
Lydia flipped her hair and nodded, "Her name is Brynlee Copper. Weird name right?" Wrong. Her name suited her perfectly. "She's in our class but apparently she's some super genius and 14 years old or something crazy like that." I winced at the news of being two years older than her but remembering her, nothing would stop me from pursuing her, not even an age difference.
I sat down in the back row and waited for class to start, only to hear to most exciting news of the day, "Hello class" My teacher announced, "We have a new student today, her name is Brynlee Copper, I hope you all welcome her. Brynlee, why don't you take a seat in the back next to Isaac?" She peaked out of her cap and moved to sit next to me. I smiled at her. She glared back.
Ooo, feisty, I loved it. Class began and I saw my newest interest taking such fast and dedicated notes I felt like a slacker. The teacher started calling on people to do problems. When he called on me it took me a while but I finally answered it. I smiled smugly at Brynlee and she looked at me pathetically. When her question was given she didn't even write it down. The second it was asked she answered. And it was right.
When people turned toward her, almost like they wanted her to keep talking, she ducked her head so low it looked like she just had shoulders.
Brynlee:
I hated hated hated talking in class! I especially hated whoever that smug Isaac thought he was. He had to stop looking at me. My chest kept threatening to burst, but I knew he was only pursuing me because he saw what I looked like.
When school ended I busted through the doors and made my way back to my dangerous home. That is, until I realized that Isaac was following me. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned toward him. "Go away." I said in a soft voice, hoping that my siren voice would convince him. "Oh! She speaks?" I looked up in shock that he didn't go sprinting away o fulfill my request. Isaac grabbed my hat from my head and put it in his back pocket, "There! Much better!" He smoothed my hair down as I remained as still as a statue. "Why on earth would someone as beautiful as you want to cover up your face?" I looked up at him and felt my heart flip as I tried to glare him away. Instead of being frightened, the foot and a half taller boy touched my nose with the top of my finger, "you're adorable." I. Was. Not. Adorable.
I turned away from him and made my way home, "Okay! See you tomorrow!" He called excitedly.
Yeah, I'd see him tomorrow. Unless, of course, his body mysteriously went missing.