Preface
Sitting on my bed with my homework spread in front of me, talking to a friend over the phone of our fantasy worlds is an easy thing for me. The idea of having a boyfriend at 13, whose a 17 year old vampire is pretty tough to think of. Of course everyone says that there are no such things as werewolves, vampires, goblins and any other fantasy creature. Sometimes when you hear Vampire, you think of a fanged beast that is covered in blood, sleeping in a coffin by day, sleeping in fear that the sun will destroy them. Fearing stakes, fire, the sun light. Only feeding off the poor innocent victims who wander off alone.
If you think Werewolf, you might think of a man that changes into a big hairy beast at the sight of a full moon. You might think that he lures people somewhere before he changes and feasts on your bony flesh, wanting more. Even though this all Mediaeval times, some still believe these versions, actually a lot. Times change and when we change, so do the vampires, and werewolves that live amongst us.
Chapter 1: The Dream
I was sitting on my bed talking to my friend, Alexis, about what we should do over the weekend while I'm at her house. "Okay, I have to paint your nails Halloween black. Trust me your not that good at it."
I am Kaylee Hokanson, or you can call me Kitten. I'm 13 and a half. I'm a fire child who loves the darkness and scaring the devil out of people. I have boy short, natural brown hair and horrifying brown eyes. I have a bittersweet attitude, like sweet in a bitter way. I have braces that make eating something's difficult. I do different sports, you know, go where the wind takes me. You can't fight the decision it makes, like in surfing, just go with the flow. I dress mostly in black. I fight, really well because of karate. I love doing dares and making people do the same disgusting stuff I do. My grandpa saw predictions of things when he was younger. I can sense things, and deja vu often comes along. I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell, so I'm handy when it comes to cooking. Noone else knows of my talent because I normally don't use it much at all.
Alexis Telfer, on the other hand is more earthy. She's 14. She loves animals, but doesn't the technic of approach. I always calm the animal before Alexis can touch it. She has short hair, about to her shoulders, with a matching pair of brown eyes. She is a drama queen with an easily upset attitude. She is not very athletic and can't run very fast, very far. It reminds me of nightmares that your running but don't get very far. Sometimes I worry that something bad is going to happen to her because she can never actually listen to directions. Her mental volume is turned up too high so when she's not trying to yell, SHE SCREAMS!
"I don't want my nails painted your blackish paint!" Alexis yelled, turning down my offer.
"Jezz, you don't have to scream in my ear!" I said getting the ringing in my ear to stop. "I can hear you a mile away!" There was a long pause on the other end. "Hello, Helllooo!" I yelled in the Mic. Noisily I heard the drum breaking beep telling you 'Nobody's home'. I pressed the off button and set the phone down. "Nothing to do but read Eclipse." It was true, my computer doesn't have internet so I can't go to my favorite website's. I could express myself by typing a quick and non-judgmental story. But, I was in a really great part.
After about an hour or so, I had changed for bed and was on my way to dreamland. I day dreamed about how my first day in Japan would be like. I would be exactly the same, but I would be half cat and battle the forces of evil. Day dreaming when I tried to sleep calmed me, but seemed to make sleep slower. Eventually, I would slip into a dream, or a nightmare.
In the mornings I either remember my dream or I don't, but this one I did. I was locked in a room, my hands and feet tied down. I was lying on an iron bed. I was wearing the most sexiest clothes I own. A spaghetti strapped, dark green shirt with a built in bra, and my black mini skirt over my favorite pair of jeans. The iron door clicked unlocked and a man, dressed all in black stepped in. I could not see his face, but he untied me and lifted me off my iron bed. His skin was as cold as ice. He jumped out of the window, fifteen stories up. I snapped my eyes shut as I woke up.
I grabbed my battery powered alarm clock and stared at the impossible time. 2:00 a.m. I could not believe it. I lay back thinking about my dream, not a nightmare. I tried to think of a clue to who that person was. After about twenty minutes I slipped into slumber again. My dream was the same but seemed to continue from the end of my last one.
I was cold, like I was in a freezer. The wind blew harsh against my face. I was curled up in someone's arms. I opened my eyes to find the same mysterious face, except I could see it all. His face, as white as snow, his hair, a lushes golden brown with deep black eyes that stared out in front of him. He was staring at something in front of us that made his lips pull back away from his teeth. There was a harsh snarl in his chest. It was night out. I turned my head to figure out what he was looking at. It was a mob of angry medieval villagers. All had either a pitchfork or a torch, lighted with fire. They all screamed something and soon it became clear.
"Vampire! Let her go! She doesn't deserve to die!" I turned my head to stare at the vampire that was supposedly going to kill me. He relaxed his lips and curled them up in a gruesome smile. He looked down at my horrified face. He turned in the opposite direction and sat me lying in the snow in front of my dungeon.
"I will be right back." He whispered in my ear. His cold breath made me shiver. He took off his long black coat and lay it on me. The villagers observed in confusion to why he cared if I was cold. His black long sleeved shirt displayed his muscles. His hands were covered with black leather gloves.
"I will be right back." He said again in reassurance. "Will you protect my coat?" I wasn't paying attention to him but the villagers who stood in stance, ready to protect themselves. I moved my chin to my chest, making a tight grip on his coat. He stood up smiling and turned towards the villagers.
"Why are we protecting this girl from death when it's already coming to her." I heard a man say, loud and clear. Another man answered him.
"Because, if a vampire feasts on one, he feast on all of us. Just look at how bloodthirsty he is!" I turned to face the tower so I couldn't hear anything else.
"Don't worry. I won't harm you." I heard the vampire say in my ear. I heard the running of the villagers as they attacked, thinking that my savior was feasting on me. I turned my head, wide eyed as one by one the villagers collapsed. I couldn't see the vampire but a villager with a pitchfork raised high in the air started running towards me. I tried to stand up so I could run, but I had to use the wall for support. My feat were stuck on the ground. He continued forward. His pitchfork was a millimeter from my chest when the vampire stole the pitchfork and threw it to the side with such force, it struck the farthest tree. The vampire grabbed the villagers head and twisted it forcefully to the side. He dropped to the ground without a mess of blood. I looked all around and everyone's necks were broken. He turned towards my weak body, leaning on the wall. He punched the wall beside my head as hard as he could. He moved his face a millimeter from mine. He studied me for a quick second. My mouth was closed, but my eyes told everything. He leaned in so our noses touched, closing his eyes so he could smell me. He backed away without no sign of wanting to bite me. His fist moved away and he zoomed though the trees. I fell forward in the snow from the velocity. I was left with nothing but a picture of his face and his sweet smelling coat.
After that I woke up. The scent of his coat was still with me and so was his face as he studied me after that amazingly quick battle. I remembered his cold nose on mine as he copied the only personal thing I could own, my scent.
