Hey everybody!! This is my first fanfic ever so please be kind. All I ask is that you R&R so I know weather or not to contuniue! Thank You!!
Walking into the room all I could see was a blinding blue and white light. As it dimmed I noticed a man. His back was turned to me so I could only see his short black hair. "Excuse me, but who are you? And where am I?" I asked him hoping he could give me some answers. "I am your father Purity." He lead on with his back still turned. I looked at him confused. "That's impossible! My father's dead." He turned to me and his deep brown eyes locked on immediately. I couldn't move, my fear was paralyzing. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Our eyes remained locked as I pondered his statement. I had heard it before from tons of people. Family, friends, and even more than friends, every time it was just more lies. My expression turned more frantic. "Who are you?" I asked again with fear. "I told you I am your father, Purity. Why won't you believe me?" With my fear paralyzing me it was no use to move. "I told you my father's dead!" I screamed at him. He shook his head and produced a fire ball, then threw it at me.
I woke in a cold sweat to the same nightmare that I have had so many times before. I tried to catch my breath but couldn't. It was the same way every time. I always ended up being killed by him. I really didn't even know who he was but I never wanted to. I lied my head back down on my pillow my long black hair enclosing my face, and closed my eyes. His face was still there and it tormented me for the rest of the night.
The next morning I woke up deadly tired. My nightmare still with me and haunting my woken state. I walked down the stairs and realized the house was oddly quiet. Walking into the kitchen I noticed that no one was awake. Then I checked the time and realized I was late getting up and was inevitably late for school. "Shit!" I ran back to my room threw on the first clothes that I could find and raced back downstairs. Almost out the door my mom caught me. "Purity what are you doing up so early on a Saturday?" She asked me, Her blond hair messy and her pink nightgown hanging to the floor. I whipped my head around. "It's Saturday?" I asked not really expecting an answer. Feeling like an idiot I hung up my coat and sat at the kitchen table as she began making breakfast. "Well if you really wanted to you could go to school but no one will be there." She was poking fun at me, what she normally did when I do dumb things. I just smirked. "What's wrong baby? You look like you ran into a door." She started cracking eggs and then whisked them together. "Oh nothing, I just didn't get a really good night's sleep last night. Nightmares again." I looked at the table praying she would drop it and she did. That was how she was; she never pushed when you didn't want her to. "Purity can you go and wake your father please." My mother asked as she was finishing the bacon.
"Yeah." I got out of the chair sluggishly. They weren't my real parents, just my adoptive ones. No, my real parents died a long time ago, or so I have been told. I doubt it sometimes though. Since I was little I have been bounced from home to home until I was finally adopted. Most families didn't want me because of my 'abilities', or at least that's what my mom calls them. They have made so many people hate me but I have learned to somewhat control them, but every time I turn around I realize that I have a new ability that can do something else. For the most part I am not allowed to use them because I know, even though they won't admit it, that these powers scare my parents. The thing I want more than ever is to find someone that understands and can help me with them but I fear that I may never.
Walking into my parents room I could hear my dad snoring. "Dad?" I whispered. He didn't even flinch. "Dad?" I asked a little louder. Again not a muscle moved. Screw it. I thought, "DAD WAKE UP!!" I yelled and he jumped up and out of bed. "Huh? What?" He looked around confused. For a man of thirty-six he wasn't too bad looking. His blond hair was just starting to gray, but he still had plenty of muscle on his since he worked out a lot. "Breakfast." I stated to him plainly. "He tousled his hair and looked up at me. "Have the animals been fed? Laundry changed around? Coffee made?" These were the questions I was asked every morning, since I normally had to get him up for work instead of him getting me up. " No, no, and I'm not a complete idiot! of course the coffee is made!." He really didn't care about the other chores because he knew that I would get them done if not before than after breakfast. "Ok well don't forget your other chores." He was about to get up and leave the room, but I stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He looked puzzled. I started to giggle, "Your pants? You know mom hates it when you come down in just your undies." I side stepped his hand coming around to playfully hit me. "Yeah, yeah. You just go and tell your mother I'll be down in a minute." He turned and began looking for his pants, which I carefully picked them off the floor and put them on the back of the bed without him noticing.
Walking down the stairs I yelled to my mom. "Dad will be down in a minute. I'm gonna go feed the animals." I didn't wait for a response and walked out the door.
We lived on a ranch so there are plenty of animals to be feed. Most of the time I have to feed them before I even eat but lately I have been getting away with eating first. I walked into the barn and went straight to the feed room. The horses were always fed first, then the pigs, sheep, goats, and last but not least the cows. For living on a ranch I was as much of a city girl as you will ever meet. My parents always blamed that on all the time I spent in San Francisco after school. Since I rode the bus to school that was my only way into the city. My mom works as a nurse at the hospital, and she leaves before I do. Dad, well he's a full-time farmer so he won't bring me. So normally after school I run around the city until my mom's shift is over. As parents they are the greatest because I normally get to do what ever I want, but sometimes I have to keep convincing myself that my real parents are dead and to not go looking for them because it will ruin what I have. Ever since my tenth birthday my mom has told me that if I really wanted to know she would take me to someone that could tell me a lot about them but I keep declining. Oh well. Maybe someday I will want to know but not right now.
I turned to leave when I saw a man standing in the door way of the feed room. He was tall and slightly handsome. From first look he looked about 17, two years older than me. "Who are you?" I asked, a little tensed. He rolled his neck and then answered. "Your father sent me, well sort of." He looked me in the eyes and I noticed his were a sort of red. "What do you mean, if my dad wanted me he would have just come and got me from the house." I raised an eyebrow at him and looked for my possible escapes. I found none. "No, not that father. I mean your real father." I stared at this mystery guy blankly. My real father? But how could that be, he was dead. Not knowing the answer I asked him. "What do you mean my real father? He's dead." I returned his stare with one of my own. "So true, but he came to me in a dream and asked me to bring you to his side, the dark side." Again I stared at him blankly. I really didn't know what to say, so I asked him a question to make sure he was telling the truth that my father had in fact come to him in a dream. "What is my father's real name? I mean his human one?" He cracked a half smile. "Turner. Cole Turner." He looked back and sure enough his answer was right.
Ok that was slightly shorter than I wanted it to be but oh well. So please R&R so I know what to do next!