OKay so this is the first chapter of Shackled Promise The Sequal to ABS - so if you have not read that you should cause this wont make much scents if you dont. lol.

this story will be a little slow to update just so you know cause i start collage in a month and i have a bunch of stuff to do but i should be able to update every 1-2 weeks.

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hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Shackled Promise

I never thought about the other side of a coin when it came to things I truly believed in, because doing so would only cause doubt. Many people do look at the other side of things and many of them end up going down that path, so I would turn and looked towards the way things had been planned.

Laying there in the darkness of my cell, I believed the way I always had. I was not one to change my way, nor one to stop believing in precious promises that were made to me. And so I pushed away all of those thoughts.

But even if I don't look at the other side of the promise that was made to me back then, things can still happen that can delay it from happening. And even with pain in my body and the chains on my wrists, the weight on my chest did not keep me down – it only lifted me higher.

Chapter One

Dreams for me had always been one of the best parts of the night. Because in dreams you could be anywhere, be anyone and do anything that your mind thought up. Pain, fear, and troubles were detached in sleep and are often conquered in dreams.

But one had to be able to sleep for long periods of time for that to happen and one never gets much sleep when it comes to living in a dorm room.

The rather monotonous music being played from the floor above my room had, once again, woken me up too early. The steady beat of the bass and the tune of the song were not unpleasant, but that could easily change when one had been up half the night studying for a math test.

With a tired groan I rolled over on my small bed, glancing at the clock. I could hardly stifle the curses that ran through my head. It seemed I had three hours before my first class. Three hours! And that class was just a PE class. Feeling annoyed and pissed from lack of sleep, I did the only thing that came to mind. I complained.

"Reka…" I mumbled to my roommate and close friend that lay stretched out on the bed opposite of mine. The lump of covers moved slightly and black hair shifted on the covers.

"What?" she grumbled.

"I thought you said your demonic power would keep sound out." I heard her sigh; it seemed that the female demon had thought the same thing.

"I guess there are sounds that even sound proof rooms can't block out… I should go knock those boys silly…" she mumbled, before turning over and putting one of her fuzzy dark blue pillows over her head in protest to the music.

It had always seemed that my luck had been bad, and of course it did not cease when it came to the selection of our dorm rooms. The building we were staying in was a co-ed dorm building; the bottom five floors were girls only and the top five were boys only. It just so happened that Reka and I had gotten a room on the top floor of the girl's section of the building.

As Reka has put it so bluntly before when things like this happened, I was having another case of 'black cat syndrome'. Which by the way made no sense and there were no facts saying that black cats were bad luck. Then again with Reka being a demon, maybe she knew something I didn't – either way, I still had bad luck.

With no hope of falling back asleep I sat up and slipped from my bed, throwing on a pair cargo pants and a t-shirt. I could care less about what I wear, as long as it was clean. Turning, I sloppily made my bed again, slipped on my shoes and then grabbed my phone before heading out of the room.

I knew from experience Reka would join me for breakfast in about a half hour, she just had an even worse time dragging herself out of bed then I did.

With a sleepy yawn I walked down the four flights of stairs to get out of the dorms. On my way I had to dodge large amounts of object being thrown between doors, and try not to get knocked over by a student that was late for a class. It seemed that my time in high school, learning to get through crowed hall ways without being trampled, was finally starting to pay off.

When I was finally outside I strutted toward to cafeteria, still rather happy that the food here was not only completely edible but good, unlike high school food tended to be. The campus was small, and I was always very grateful for that because this meant I could walk and not ride a bike from place to place.

The buildings were large, full of red and black stone and large windows. Classes were cool and though I had decided not to go into acting as my major I was looking into journalism. All in all things hadn't really changed for me that much; I still struggled with math, still didn't mind school and still had my best friend who just happened to be a demon. The only thing that had truly changed for me was the absence of my boy friend – a red headed fox demon that had left to go back to his home in Japan about a year ago.

After paying for my normal breakfast of some waffles and bacon, I sat down at one of the many blue tables and started eating.

The last time I had heard from Kurama was a week ago when he had made a long distance call to wish me happy nineteenth birthday. He seemed to be doing okay; he was working for his step-father's import/export company, and at the time had said he didn't know when he would call me again.

He hadn't told me when he would come back for me either though, and sometimes that nagged at the back of my mind. But I knew he would keep his promise and that he did still care about me – if he didn't he wouldn't call me every weekend. It was still hard though, I'd had to turn down a lot of guy's requests for dates because I was taken, even if the person who I was with was half way around the world.

I was loyal and that was something I always stayed true to.

"Alana!" A voice called out and I blinked raising my head to see one of my newer friends walking up to me. Her name was Cassidy, and she was the cover image for one of those party people. Her brown hair was cut short, it barely covered her ears, a black and white bandana was pulled over her head and her green eyes held the same spunky attitude she always had.

Walking next to her was her boy friend, Nathan, the typical bad-boy with crazy black hair dyed purple and hanging over his brown eyes. When I'd met him he'd ended up saving me from a few pushy jocks and then introduced me to Cassidy. He grinned at me setting down his food and sitting across from me. Cassidy sat next to him with her plate as well.

"You're up early. Get blasted awake again?" Cassidy asked and I grimaced before I nodded my head with a sigh. Nathan laughed covering his mouth because he had food in it. I eyed him, annoyed, before he swallowed and snickered a bit.

"Why don't I go back to the dorms with you and talk to them again?" I groaned at the mere thought.

"Because last time you beat the shit out of them and almost got me kicked out of my own dorm room because the head master thought I hired you," I growled at him and he grinned again. Cassidy laughed, smacking the back of his head.

"Right, well… I won't do it this time," he grumbled. I rolled my eyes and did not reply to him. I guessed it wouldn't hurt him to do it this time though. I would stay in my room and let him do it himself.

After a short time Reka joined us and Nathan complained about being the only guy at the table, which of course sent us in to a cycle of roaring laughter.

And as the saying goes, time did fly.

"Sorry guys I've got to go and get ready for PE," I said getting up and stretching. Reka nodded and Cassidy smirked.

"See you in math class Alana."

I groaned and hunched my shoulders, making them laugh again as I trailed out of the building and towards the gym.