I live in fear. It consumes me. In the early evening when I see the sun begin to fade the fear comes. Because I know that the night brings death.
Scanning the page there was one clear word standing out amongst all of the other elegantly written, undecipherable words... Vampire
Chapter 1
I don't know why the alarm was invented; I mean the last thing I want to hear in the morning is a tuneless ringing in my ears, startling me awake. Luckily for me though, I had two younger siblings to do that very job.
"Cannon ball!" they were the first words I heard most morning before my little brother launched himself off a chair onto my soft comfy bed, landing on top of me.
"Jack!" I croaked and groaned "Get off!" Ignoring my demand, my seven year old brother tugged off my warm covers and threw them on the floor.
"Ge'up!" he cried back.
"Kimmmmmy!" groaning loudly I got a firm grip on my pillow and pulled it over my head trying to drown out the noise as my three year old sister runs in, even though I knew the idea of sleep was now impossible. Peeking out from under the safety of my pillow, Alannah whispers to me, "Kimmy! Time to get up." At least she was gentle.
Downstairs wasn't any better. Still in my pyjamas I walked into the hectic scene of my family breakfasts. Jack was sitting at the table with Lego in one hand and a spoon in the other, his bowl of cheerio's was floating in a pool of milk which had somehow managed to escape his bowl but not make it to his lips. My poor mum was left with the job of feeding my sister; she whined and groaned with every mouthful, spitting food into the face of anyone in a one metre radius. Luckily, now that I was aware of it, I knew to stay out of range. I took my seat opposite Jack and poured my own bowl of cereals, when as if by clockwork, I heard the usual whine from under the table. Glancing down there was my huge, fluffy, best-friend, otherwise known as my Siberian Husky, sitting by my feet!
"Hey Meeko" I smiled, giving him a good rub between his ears "You and me huh" I whispered "The only normal ones in this family." As if agreeing to my remark he gave me a big sloppy lick across the face, and even though I was disgusted by dog slobber this early in the morning, I couldn't help but laugh "good boy".
After a whole roll of kitchen towel to mop up my brothers pool of milk, I went to my room. Sighing, I picked up my duvet and threw it back on my bed. Then jumping after it, I lay sprawled out on top, telling myself that I had time for a five minute nap.
"Kim! Get dressed you'll be late for your first day!" I heard mum shout. Pulling myself off my bed for the second time that morning, I ambled towards my desk. There amongst the mess of photo's, dried up pens, childhood drawings, single earrings and other teenage rubble, were the clothes I had picked yesterday.
I wasn't the type to overly care what I looked like, I didn't slaver an inch thick of make-up on every day, but then again being a sixteen year old girl, it wasn't like I didn't care at all. Turning to the right to face my full-length mirror, I studied my reflection. I wasn't what most would call pretty, there were two things people generally noticed about me first; I was short, around five foot two and had bright red hair, impossible to miss, impossible not to notice, which ironically, was the last thing I wanted people to do. My red hair reached the length of my elbows and with many curls and great volume it provided the perfect hiding place. Scraping my hair out of my face into a messy ponytail, my pale porcelain skin was revealed along with two dark maroon eyes. Leaning forward I applied a fine line of eye liner and a thin coating of mascara.
Peeling off my pyjamas, I tugged on the pre-chosen clothes for today. I had begun with a simple off-white vest top, underneath a striped cardigan, and for my legs I had chosen to wear a dark denim skirt. This was the sort of common thing people would wear back home in England, but for me it was too plain. To finish the outfit off, I pulled on a black pair of slashed tights, black studded ankle boots and I decorated my wrists with numerous charm bracelets. I was ready.
To continue my chaotic morning, there was still the drive to school. Mum had promised to bring me to school for the first couple of days until I had settled in, unfortunately that meant Jack and Alannah had to come too. It wasn't a long journey, only a fifteen minute drive which meant when mum wasn't available to take me, I would have to walk. As we were running late, the school car park was completely full so I was dropped off at the gates. I gave mum, my brother and sister a quick kiss before fleeing the embarrassing sight of my family.
Walking through the car park, I notice people of my age struggling to park cars and fiddling with the keys to lock them. It was an unusual sight for me, back in England I had yet a year of waiting before I could get a driver's licence. Reaching the doors I scrambled through the crowds. Fortunately, the office was at the front of the building therefore it was easy to find, and my first day began with filling out forms.
"Here's a map and today schedule" the woman over the desk passed me some paper. She was the exact stereotype for an old lady, her face was decorated with thin wrinkles, matched white hair and she typically had her glasses held on the tip of her nose. I took the papers and thanked her sincerely then looked down to my map. A deep sense of hysteria washed through me, by just looking at the map I could tell that the school here in Mystic Falls was at least twice the size of my old school back in England and it took me a whole year there to learn where each corridor lead. When I looked up I jumped back as I had somehow been too absorbed in my panic to hear the corridor fill up.
Automatically, I hid my face behind my hair leaving only just enough of a gap to see. To my dismay the corridor was packed with people, each one taller than me, neither one of my hair colour. There were groups of girls all gossiping, and gangs of boys all laughing and excited. I was only a few days late into the beginning of the new year and it was obvious that everyone else had already settled in. Pushing through the crowds I felt eyes on the back of my head, watching me. Suddenly the boy's laughter wasn't cheery and excited, it had somehow turned menacing and cruel. Panicking I quickened my pace to the end of the corridor where it was less crowded, only then when I was sure no unfriendly eyes were following me did I dare look again to my map.
"Stupid me!" I told myself "they don't bite." I knew my fear was ridiculous; I was never going to settle in if every smile or pair of eyes made me fear for my life.
Focusing now on my map and schedule I realised I had Art first lesson, and the classroom was on the opposite side of the building, groaning loudly I began walking. As I fumbled with the map, twisting and turning it with every corner, I notice how the corridor quietened down and soon there was only me and some late arrivals. I began to feel hopelessly lost when through a classroom door I heard a feminine voice.
"Today we begin to look at the beauty of nature, the large spectrum of colours and shape, and the characteristics of every object and item and finally how that can inspire us and our work" it was then when I realised that I had somehow managed to stumble to the right room without knowing.
Taking a deep breath I pushed down the handle and stepped into my new classroom. The teacher was quite pretty she had long brown hair with brown eyes to match, she must have been very young, in her late twenties I would guess, and greeted me with a warm smile. This somehow managed to sooth me. "Your Kimberly Wilson right?" she asked I nodded sheepishly and looked around the classroom "Take a seat." relieved by the short introduction I scanned the room for the empty seats astounded again by the numbers of blonds, brunettes, and blacks and the absence of redheads. I found one empty seat four tables back against the right wall beside a young boy with dark brown hair. Slowly, I made my way to that seat being careful not to trip.
Taking my seat next to him, my teacher continued with the lecture but not taking any interest, I studied the boy next to me. His face had a full look about it, his jaw rounded but prominent, showing signs of his oncoming adulthood. Most noticeable about his face were his eyes and lips. His lips looked soft, a hint of smile always gathering at the edges which contrasted with his eyes, eyes of a dark brown they almost looked black from afar, within them a steely glint of self-assurance. His hair hung, carefully swept to one side had a windswept appearance, falling just above his eyes. He was definitely handsome.
He must have felt me staring because he turned to look at me, our eyes meet for just a second before I turned embarrassed feeling the blood rush up to my face, using my fingers I brushed my hair to hide my blush. To distract myself I brought my attention back to the teacher.
"to begin the module, I have decided to give you a project to be completed in pairs," at the word 'project' every student in the room groaned. Obviously expecting the reaction the teacher paused to let the class settle back down. "As I was saying, you will have three weeks to complete the project. It will be based on two chosen artists who are inspired by the elements. You will research their styles and work and finish with comparison. You will be expected to create your own piece inspired by the same elements"
Within seconds that the teacher had finished talking the room came alive with the roaring of chairs shuffling as students hurried to find a partner. It had taken only seconds before the room become silent again and me and the boy next to me had no choice but to go together.
"Your Kimberly right?" the boy next to me had finally spoken.
"Kim" I mumbled my words barely audible.
"I'm Jeremy" he turned to me and smiled and somehow I could help myself but let slip a small smile in reply. We spent the next thirty minutes discussing the different elements. Slowly plucking up the courage I began talking properly with more confidence.
The rest of the day wore on slowly; Jeremy led me to my next lesson, and gave me his mobile number to call if I got lost. I thanked him graciously then left him for my next lesson. I didn't call him during that day. I didn't want to be a pest, but it was nice to have a backup plan. it seemed to lessen the pressure on my shoulders making my first day much more enjoyable, the corridors now didn't look quite as menacing and my map was now not impossible to decipher.
I tried to speak up in lessons, and make friends with the surrounding people, but generally I forgot their name as soon as they told me it and, I never got the chance to be reminded as they ignored me for the rest of the lesson. I found that my history teach had almost bored me to death in his lecture, and with maths I knew it wasn't going to be easy from the minute I stepped through the door. The stories were all similar for English and Science, and I had never been more eager to arrive home.
A/N Hellooo fellow TVD lovers! There are two of us writing this story (hence the name Twatty AND Roo) and sometimes three. Rosie (Roo) came up with the idea but unfortunately she's no good at writing Toska (Twatty) on the other had is and so we have come together to create Glowing Embers XD This story is more for our own amusement but we'd love it if you reviewed it. It shouldn't take too long post the next chapter and we promise to i promise to include more of the VD characters soon (especially the Salvatore brothers [especially Damon] ;) please don't stop reading
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