Let Go
By Bex
AN/ Welcome to my "attempt" at a short fanfic- I hope you like it! Oh and anything written in Italics signifies the use of telepathy.
(Edited 24.04.2005 to comply with new policy)
Prologue
Kryssy Adams, the most popular girl in the school, was lying sprawled on the warm grass outside of the Art block in the lazy afternoon sunshine. The group she was sitting with was made up of beautiful girls and handsome guys that came from the cheer-leading squad and the football team respectively. Kryssy was an oddity, as she had no interest what so ever in being a cheerleader or playing a sport. She was also, undoubtedly the most beautiful one in the entire group. Her clothes were simplicity itself- a light blue polar-neck jumper, black trousers and blur trainers, her hair was tied back haphazardly in a pony tail.
One of the many guys in the group said something to her, causing her to laugh- if only he was close enough to hear what was being said… he didn't dare get any closer, not yet anyway. He had to find out if it was her. Oh he knew it was her, but he needed proof for the others. She hadn't changed much appearance wise since he had seen her last- over a century ago. She was The Oracle- the one who his family searched for, because she knew the future and could make them rich and powerful if they trained her properly. There was one good thing about this whole thing, as far as he was aware there was no proof one way or the other. There was no single way to tell that it was her.
"Ryan!" a voice behind him called. He swore and turned to face his eldest brother, who shouldn't have been able to sneak up on him, but had all the same. "Huh?" he questioned, forcing himself to sound innocent and insolent at the same time. "Oh it's you, Josiff." He spat distastefully. "It's her, isn't it?" Josiff demanded, "Her, who?" Ryan asked exasperated. "Kryssy Adams." Josiff replied pointedly. "There's no proof she is…" Ryan murmured, aware that his brother also knew the truth. That The Oracle was indeed Kryssy Adams. "I wonder if the time's right?" he muttered. "She once told me, that only when the time was right would she tell us the true path that we were going to follow." He added, surprising Josiff, which was by no means an easy feat. Abruptly Ryan turned away. "Ryan?" Josiff yelled. Ryan didn't bother stopping, he carried on walking straight into the Art block. "Don't think you can hide her this time, brother. We don't need you any more so watch your step." Josiff's voice followed Ryan down the corridor. "Oh you need me brother, you still need me." Ryan murmured.
Joey sat shielding his eyes from the sun watching two figures, one of which disappeared into the Art block. "We have to do something about them." He mumbled. Kryssy looked up sharply, for some reason she was wary of his words. "Do something about what?" she questioned, trying not to sound suspicious. "Them!" Amanda replied without thinking. "Who is them?" Kryssy asked, looking from Amanda to Joey. "Ryan and his brother Josiff and their friends." Sophie answered, before Amanda could. 'Be careful what you say infront of her. She's vermin! Don't ever let me see you do that again!' Amanda blushed.
"Why must we do anything?" Kryssy asked confused. "He's popular, right? Besides, you guys should be careful- you don't want a reputation, do you?" Joey chuckled amused. "I could talk to him." She offered. Joey frowned at her. "No, absolutely not!" There were murmurs of agreement from the group. "I am not your girlfriend anymore, Joey. You can't tell me what to do." She hissed angrily. 'Joey, leave it!' Sophie commanded. Joey sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He explained, not because of what Sophie had said but because he wanted to get back with Kryssy. "He'll hurt you because you're one of us." He mumbled. Kryssy put her hand out and touched his arm, "I can take care of myself." She said. 'That's true enough, Joey' Amanda agreed.
Kryssy gently withdrew her hand and grabbed her bag; it was obvious that they all wanted to discuss something without her around. "I'll see you guys later." She called walking into the school. 'Man, she's good!' Amanda murmured amused. 'It's almost like she can see the future.' She joked. "I better be going," Joey said abruptly, "We've got practise." He got up and walked towards the Sports Hall, most of the guys got up and followed him.
Lizzie started chuckling abruptly; Sophie and Amanda glanced at her. "You can't see it, can you?" she remarked. "See what?" Amanda demanded sounding bored. "Joey, he loves Kryssy." 'For all that she's vermin, he loves her.' Sophie looked at her startled. "But that's against the law." She gasped. "He knows that. That's why he wants to make her one of us. But it'd destroy her; she's too pure to cope with it. Being a vampire would revolt her. " Sophie and Amanda traded a glance, they'd wanted to do this for a long, long time. "It looks like we'll have to kill her. Joey's more important than any of us, and if anyone else finds out they'll kill him." Sophie said shrewdly.
Kryssy stood gazing into the open wardrobe that she and her sisters shared. It contained an odd mixture of clothes; there was everything from designer labels to gothic/ punk fashion. She loved the gothic clothes, all of which belonged to her sisters. The style suited her, she knew that, but she also knew that she could never wear them- no mater how much she longed to. Hesitantly with her right hand she brushed her favourite outfit, hesitantly she drew it out of the wardrobe, almost as if she was afraid she was imagining its existence.
The outfit consisted of a black top that began just below her shoulders. Its bodice was black velvet, with black lace sleeves that ended in 'v' shapes. The trousers that went with this fantastic top were made of black silk, and they started at the hips and were very baggy. "Put it on!" Lexi, Kryssy's elder sister urged. Kryssy jumped because she hadn't heard her sister enter the room. "What!" Kryssy yelped in surprise. Lexi sighed, "Put it on," she repeated. "I think you'll look better in it than I do, or Zoë does." She murmured, referring to the youngest Adams sister. Kryssy just looked at her. "Put it on, for Christ's sake then come to The Crypt with me and Zoë!" Kryssy sighed, then she noticed the determined look on her sister's face. Muttering about awkward elder sisters she proceeded to change into the outfit.
Lexi smiled at her sister's mutterings. "Oh for Christ's Sake! Kryssy, it's not like your friends will be there!" she smiled to herself when her sister shut up. If anyone knew how to shut Krys up, it was her. Lexi had just sat down on her bed when Zoë entered the room with a scowl on her face. "Are we going yet?" she demanded. Lexi glanced at her and shook her head and pointed to Kryssy. When she saw Kryssy Zoë looked at Lexi and grinned- both had been planning to drag her along with them to The Crypt for a long, long time.
Brown eyes outlined in black, stared back at Kryssy from the full-length mirror that she and her sisters shared. The eyes had a wistful look in them, a far seeing look that looked terribly sad. The girl's lips were full and crimson, twisted as if she was thinking deeply about something that worried or frightened her. Long raven hair hung over her shoulders in ringlets that descended to almost the middle of her back. Around her neck she wore a black velvet choker with a silver heart pendant in the middle of it. Bare white shoulders led to the velvet and lace black top. Kryssy ran a hand gingerly through her hair, not at all sure if she looked right. Gradually she turned and faced her sisters. "How do I look?" she asked, aware that her voice was trembling slightly. "Ravishing!" Lexi replied with a lusty wink. Kryssy smiled cautiously. "You'll do." Zoë drawled, "Now can we go to The Crypt?" she whined. Kryssy giggled, "Let's go!" she suggested, amused by her sisters desperation.