Chapter one: I'm a what?

Ok my life is so totally screwed up it isn't even funny. My parents hated me, vampires ruled the world, and to top it all off I can see ghost. Oh and it's not just that. I'm the last living necromancer. Doesn't my life sound fun.

I had found out that I was a necromancer when I was 15 years old. My parents were off doing god knows what and I was left home. Alone.

I was typing away at my computer. Talking to David who had moved to New York over the summer.

Fishsticks101: Yo girly what's up?

I rolled my eyes. Typical David.

Waffles16: Nothing and please you've been in New York six weeks and your already talking like and insane man.

Fishsticks101: Hey! lol so true.

"Bella" A chill ran down my spine and I shivered. The room felt cold…freezing even.

"Bella" Suddenly the lights in the house began to flicker on and off. It's just James trying to scare me. I thought of my brother. I felt a cold hand graze the back of my head and suddenly I felt a horrible heart stopping pain rip through my body. I screamed in pure agony. Never in my life had I felt something this painful, I wanted to die.

"Hush Bella, you will be all right." I cool calm voice told me numbing my body. I closed my eyes and I felt the pain still ripping my body apart.

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I woke up in a bed, it wasn't mine. I was warm and comfortable. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a large room. It was beautiful. The walls were a vary dark purple and white flowers had been painted on the walls in a beautiful twisting vine. I was in a vary large bed, a purple canopy above me and a white down comforter with the same design as the walls.

The bed wood was black as was the two tables tat stood on either side of the bedroom. Straight in front of the bed was a huge a fire place with a fire roaring. There were three doors in the room one was open to revel a bathroom elegantly designed and I'm guessing that the other two were doors leading outside and a closet.

"I see you're awake." I jumped and my head snapped over to where a boy about my age was leaning on the wall by the door.

"How did you?" I started to ask.

"A talent of mine. My name is Linus Marcum. What's yours?" He had a gentle smile.

"Bella Williams" He sat down in a chair I hadn't noticed beside my bed and smiled at me. "What am I doing here?" I asked

"You took supernatural history correct?" He asked. I nodded remembering the strange history of vampires, withes and werewolves. "Necromancers, ever heard of them?" I thought back to necromancers. They talked about them a lot. They had been the most valuable creature out there and were often fought over by vampires, witches, and werewolves.

The necromancer blood skipped six generations at a times so it was vary rare to com across one and the last one had died 4000 give or take a few years ago.

The necromancer had been able to do amazing things but their three main powers were they could see the dead, they could see the future, and when wanting to they could read minds. Other things like bringing back the dead, casting spells like witches, doing totol eclipses, changing the time of day…yes, they were vary rare.

"What about them?" I asked.

"Your great grandfather was one of my good friends. Well actually it's your greatx7 grandfather but I still like him. But Bella you should know you're the last necromancer."

Oh. Shit.

And then I fainted