Hiya! I just had am impulse to write this! So do tell me what you think. And I do apologise for the huge gaps between stories, however I am just about to do my exams so I can only write when I get a free minute. Hope you understand. But hay I will be finished on the 22nd of June so until then I will do as much as I can!
Xx Jez xx
I don't own any of the recognisable characters. They belong to L.J.Smith.
Sisters of the Silver Sun.
It was a dark and cold night. Two figures were running through the dark. The smell of the pine drifted and the salty sea air was hanging in the sky.
There were torch lights following, held by hooded figures. A low murmur could be heard, it came from under the dark hoods.
The two figures reached the dock. There was a boat leaving now. The murky waters were stirring as the propellers started up.
The torches were gaining, the murmuring grew louder. There was a sort of melodic ring to it, as if it were a song or chant.
The taller of the figures took hold of the other and took a running jump up onto the boat.
They were on.
The turned and watched as the hooded figures all stopped at the water's edge and watched them sail away.
The two figures sat on the deck looked at each other. One of them started to cry.
"What's wrong?" the other asked. He was tall, with copper brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled.
"I just can't believe we got away." The woman sobbed. She was small with long dark hair and mysterious eyes.
"Don't worry. It will be alright. You'll see." He held her close to him as they sat there under the starry sky, watching the torch lights flicker away in the distance.
A small bundle in the woman's arms stirred and a sharp pain went through her belly, and she whimpered in pain. Her husband quickly gathered her and the baby up and snuck down into the cargo hold. Where he placed the three month old baby in a makeshift cot using an empty crate, and then helped his wife deliver their second baby, as quietly as possible into this world.
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1st May. 16 years and eight months later…
"Natasha! Are you up yet?!" The shrill voice was yelling too early in the morning. She could be ready in ten minutes so didn't see why she had to get up so early when she could be getting some valuable sleep!
Natasha folded the pillow over her ears, and then jumped slightly when she felt something warm and wet on her face.
"Ugh!" She opened her eyes to see her Shetland sheepdog, Sammy and felt him licking her. "Ok, ok! I'm up." Natasha said huffily as she propped herself up in bed and ran her hands through Sammy's soft, warm fur. She hugged him then went to get dressed.
It was a warm day, so she decided to go with a skirt. She pulled out a pleated black and white skirt and a white three quarter length plunge top. And she shoved on her black ballerina style shoes. She quickly ran a brush through her copper brown hair and just a touch of makeup to emphasis her brown eyes.
When happy she hurried downstairs to the kitchen.
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Latisha was sitting at the breakfast bar, reading a magazine and drinking a coffee. She was a smallish girl, no taller than 5'3", with long dark hair and mysterious eyes. She was attired in a black dress with a gypsy style top and black high heeled stilettos.
She glanced up when she saw her sister come into the room and smiled. Natasha was three months older than Latisha, but they got on really well, most of the time. They were like best friends as well as sisters. Though neither of them was quite sure how there came to be a three month age gap, but whenever they questioned it, it was a topic that wasn't to be discussed yet. So it was left.
"Did you sleep well Nat?" Latisha asked without looking up from her magazine.
Natasha stopped and looked at her quizzically. "I slept fine, thanks for asking."
The prolonged silence had caused their Father to glance up from his paper and their mother to turn and exchange a fleeting look with their father.
Their mother, Collette Harman was a witch; one of the most powerful and a direct descendent from Hellewise, and Latisha looked just like Collette, except that she was slightly paler, as she was a vampire. Their father, Joel Redfern was obviously a vampire, from one of the most powerful Lamia families, Natasha had inherited her father's looks but was a witch like her mother.
"Why aren't you girls in your uniforms anyway?" Collette asked as she dried her hands.
"It is charity day." Natasha told them plainly.
There was another awkward silence.
"Well we better get to school." Latisha said getting up.
"Oh ok. Well you girls have a good day and your Aunty Susan and Uncle Peter are calling around later."
"Why?" The girls asked in unison as they were at the door.
"Just in case we are not back." Collette said as she got back to washing some more dishes.
"Why? Where are you going?" Natasha asked.
"Business." Was all the reply that they got off their father from behind the paper.
Natasha was just about to open her mouth to argue when Latisha pulled her out the house.
"Why the hell did you do that? Don't you want to know where they are going?"
"Yes I do. But they aren't going to tell us, so there was no point in you bothering to argue with them and be in a foul mood for the rest of the day." Latisha said calmly as she started to walk down the road to the bus stop.
Natasha thought for a minute then ran to catch up with her sister.
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Now with Natasha being born in June and Latisha in September, they were in different years at school, but this proved to be a good thing as they weren't constantly with each other all day and saw each other for a quick chat now and again at break and lunch.
The day was total disarray. Lessons had been cancelled and they were having stalls and games and stuff all to raise money for charity. Everyone was dressed way over the top. But they liked to dress up at these events.
They all had a picnic on the field and joined in with the events.
By the end of the day everyone didn't want to leave, which was a first. But after finally being driven out by the teachers, the sisters decided to go out for a drink. If their parents weren't going to be in, why should they?
So after being turned away from a few places, they finally managed to get into somewhere.
They had been there an hour, and had had a few drinks and were just starting on a bottle of wine. Latisha wasn't affected by alcohol like Natasha was, but they were still having fun. The pub was a medieval setting and they were tucked away upstairs out of the way. A couple of guys came over and started dancing with them. They were all starting to get a bit rowdy now and it wasn't long before a bouncer came over.
"Excuse me, have you got any ID?" he said to Latisha.
"I think it's in my bag." She said as she started to rummage.
"Look I know how old she is! She is my little sister for crying out loud!"
"I don't care! I want some proof." He said. He was about 6'2" and towered over Natasha who was only 5'5"!
"Tish, you got your ID?"
"It's not there!" She looked at her sister. "I could have sworn I put it in!"
"You stupid girl! Dad is going to kill you when he finds out you left without your ID!" Natasha turned back to the bouncer. "What if I called my dad and he told you?"
"I'm not taking someone's word for it."
"Fine!" Natasha picked up the bottle of wine that they had started.
"Look couldn't we please all just calm down?" Latisha was stalking up to the bouncer, looking deep into his eyes, knowing that her own were extremely dark and enticing, they way they turned when she her canines lengthened. "Now, we aren't doing any harm… can't we just over look this?" her voice was silky soft.
"Not without ID you can't." he wasn't going to be hypnotised. "And you give me that bottle!" he grabbed the bottle off Natasha.
"Hay! We paid for that." Her eyes were going a dark and stormy brown, like they did every time she got angry. She also got more beautiful as the witch inside her let off its charm. "I want my money back!"
"Bring me some ID and you can!"
Latisha sighed. "Come on Nat, it's not worth it." She said pulling on her sister's arm and took her out of the bar.
They wandered around for a good few hours before they got in anywhere. Most places were asking for ID and neither of their charm seemed to be working.
"All these bouncers must be hypnotic proof!" Latisha blurted out as they sat down on a bench.
"We never usually have a problem!"
They finally got in to a club, by finding a bouncer who Latisha could hypnotise. Once in they kept their heads down for an hour whilst they had some more drinks. They then got up to dance and enjoy themselves.
As usual, Natasha was getting loads of attention, and Latisha was keeping an eye on her. She pulled her sister away from any potential threats, and fed on those that couldn't keep their hands to themselves. And erased their memory of her and Nat and the feeding.
There was one in particular that had Natasha pinned to the wall, and Latisha had to use a bit of physical contact just to get his tongue out of Natasha's throat.
All in all it was a good night, and they staggered back to the house in the wee hours of the morning. They hadn't called and no one had rang them so they were expecting a telling off. Especially since their parents didn't really know how Latisha acted outside their sight.
The crept silently up to the door and Latisha saw before Natasha, that the door was broken and so were the windows.
The girls exchanged nervous glances before they rushed into the house.
They started to call frantically for their parents as the treaded over broken and smashed things.
The sisters clung on to each other tight, and as they rounded into the sitting room they saw two figures tied to two chairs and they were motionless.
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Well there we go! Please tell me what you think!
Thank you and I do promise to do as much as I can, but will be able to do loads more after my exams!
Xx Jez xx
