The Darkest Secrets
By Jamie Day
Chapter 1
Don't own 13 Ghosts
It's been a year now, she thought. Her cousin has been dead for a year. They used to call her princess. She was two years older than Heaven herself. She was angry with her parents before she died. She had come to think of her as the Angry Princess. She loved her cousin. They were very close. Heaven wished she could see her again.
As she walked through this new house made of glass that her grandparents had bought she felt as if she was being watched. She looked around but even though the house was glass she could see no one. Everyone else had gone out for the day.
She squealed as she slipped down a set of stairs. As her feet touched the ground she spotted a pair of glasses. She picked them up, rubbing her hurt butt, and looked around for a mirror. When she didn't find one she used the glass door from a small cell like room. They looked good.
Right at that moment on the other end of the basement she heard a door open. Silently, wondering what it was, scared because she knew she was the only person in the house right now, she walked around to the other side as soon as she turned around the corner her heart stopped. She screamed at the man in the white jacket who had his head in a steal-spiked cage. She turned to run but there was a boy about two years older than her standing in her way.
When she turned back around she barely saw the Jackal come at her. She had seen a weird book about them. The one behind her was the Torn Prince. She winced at the thought of the book. There was one in there that looked like her cousin called the Angry Princess. The Jackal attacked. She dropped into the fetal position.
When she heard a bit of commotion above her she looked up. The Torn Prince was holding the Jackal off. He turned suddenly and she was surprised by how devastatingly handsome he looked like he used to be. "Run! Run upstairs and go into a room. Lock the door and don't open it until you hear my voice! Run, Heaven! Now!"
She gasped. How did he know my name? She got up and ran. She took the path she had used earlier. When she had almost made it two cave men like people stepped into her way. She couldn't remember their names but she knew they were bad. She cut through a different way but again she was blocked.
This time, however, when she would have backed up and ran the two cave men were in front of her and the Jackal was behind her. She screamed. Since there was only one in the Jackal's direction she ran that way. The Jackal charged toward her and scratched the side of her face. She kept going. The Torn Prince somehow showed up in front of her. She ran into him. Not through him but into him. He automatically closed his arms around her before he understood what was going on. They both felt a jolt that was anything but fear at the touch. The ghosts were too fast for her. She'd never get away unless…
He leaned down and whispered into her ear with a soothing voice, "Do you trust me?"
"How can I? I don't even know you." Heaven said, sounding quite hysterical.
He somehow couldn't help himself when he heard the fear in her voice; he kissed her lightly on the neck, then on her shoulder, and then on her cheek. What was wrong with him? Kissing a stranger, he though. "Please, tell me you trust me. I can't help you unless you say you trust me! Please let me help you." He pleaded, feeling helpless as the other ghosts came slowly thinking that she was theirs for the taking.
She looked up into his eyes. They were black and they stared straight into her soul through her blue eyes. They sat there for a long minute that could have meant her death staring at each other. Her thinking he was handsome and he in return thinking she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. "Yes," she whispered. "I trust you."
He kissed her full on the mouth this time, not thinking about it, and then, before she could say anything, or do anything, he picked her up into his arms. He moved her head into the crook of his arm so she couldn't see. "You can't look. This is not meant to be done to mortals and so you must not look, understand?"
"Yes, I trust you." She repeated her earlier statement, muffled by her movement to make sure she couldn't see anything.
He ran with all his strength, speed, and power to her room. Then he set her down on the bed and went to lock the door, when he was done he went back and sat on the edge of the bed watching her.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Wow, what a ride." He smiled back, and then her smile vanished which make him frown as well. "I saw you in that book. You're the Torn Prince, right?"
"Yes, but my real name is Royce." He replied.
"How old are you?"
"21. You?"
"19."
"Wow, so we're closer than…wait a minute…you're the one!"
Yeah. I know. A little different. Hell I know it's a lot different. It's my creation…bwahahaha. So yeah. Hope you like it. Oh, yeah, I decided to actually make him a real prince. I hope no one really hates me for it. Love you all!!