Ok, I live in Australia, and at Dymocks is the stargazer. It's weird no one was it, anyway, PART ONE!!! I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL !! IM JUSTT TELLING TOU WHAT IS IT REAL FIRST CHAPTER!!!
I gasped for air so hard that my chest hurt. My face felt hot, and strands of my hair stuck to the sweaty back of my neck. Every single muscle hurt.
In front of me stood Eduardo, one of the leaders of this Black Cross cell, with a stake in his hand. All around us stood his vampire hunters, a ragtag army in denim and flannel, watching in silence. None of them would help me. We stood apart from them in the centre of the room. Harsh light from overhead painted him in dark shadows.
"Come on, Bianca. Get in the game." His voice could sound like a growl when he chose, and every word echoed off the concrete floor and metal walls of the abandoned warehouse. "This is a fight to the death. Aren't you even going to try and stop me?"
If I sprang at him in an effort to grab his weapon or knock him down, he'd be able to throw me to the floor. Eduardo was stronger and faster, and he' been hunting for years. He'd probably killed hundreds of vampires-all of them older and more powerful then me.
Lucas, what can I do?
But I didn't dare look around for Lucas. I knew that if I took my eyes away from Eduardo for a second, the battle would be over in a second, and I'd lose.
I took a couple of steps backward, but I stumbled. The borrowed shoes I wore were too big for me, and one of them slipped off my foot.
"Clumsy," Eduardo said. He turned the stake between his fingers, as if imagining different angles at which to strike. His smile was so satisfied-so smug-that I stopped being scared and started being mad.
I grabbed the shoe at flung it a Eduardo's face as hard as I could.
It smacked into his nose, and our audience burst out laughing. A few of them clapped. The tension had burst in an instant, and I was once more apart of their gang, or so they thought.
"Nice," Lucas said as he emerged from the circle of watchers and put his hands on my shoulders. "Very nice."
"I'm not exactly a black belt." I couldn't catch my breath for panting. Sparring practice always wore me out; this was the first time it hadn't ended with me flat on my back.
"You've got good instincts." Lucas's fingers kneaded the sore muscles in the base of my neck.
Eduardo didn't thin having a shoe thrown at his face was funny. He glared at me, an expression that would've been more fearsome if his nose weren't bright red. "Cute-in sparring practice. But if you think a stunt like that will save you in the real world-"
"It will if her opponent takes her for granted," said Kate. "Like you did."
Ok, part one(: