Twisted

Chapter One

Asel

"What's wrong?" A male voice interrupted my crying. I looked up. He looked at me with kindness in his eyes. Those eyes… I smiled sadly and wiped my eyes.

"My uncle kicked me out…" I whispered. He knelt down beside me and looked at my arms. 'Shit!' I thought. I'd forgotten to grab a jacket when he was screaming and hitting me… I shook my head at the memory that was so fresh on my mind and held my arms.

"You were Magdalene's kid, right?" I took a sharp breath.

"How do you know that?" He looked at me and smirked.

"That tattoo on your wrist." I looked at my wrist and stroked the tattoo tenderly, as it was surrounded by cuts. I nodded and slowly stood up, shivering a little.

"What do you want…? Blake?" I asked him. I knew I recognised him. He was in the year above me at school. He smiled as I remembered his name.

"I was going to the shop when I saw you. I didn't know your home life was bad. Sorry…" He sighed and dropped his head. I clenched my fist.

"What's it to do with you?!" I shouted. I grabbed my bag which was on the ground and I ran. I didn't know where but I felt like something was guiding me. I ran until I felt like I could collapse. I dropped down to a rock and looked around me. I was surrounded by trees and it was starting to get dark. "Great." I muttered to myself. I huddled up and looked up at the sky. It was a starry night. "New moon…" I smiled. My mother, Magdalene, had always said it was the most powerful of moons. I closed my eyes and started to drift in and out of sleep, the littlest of noises waking me every now and again. Then I heard it. I stood up and looked around. It was too dark for me to see but I knew someone was there. I'd heard the twig snap. "Blake?" I tried. Maybe he'd followed me.

"Aselissa Matre…" Whispered a hoarse voice. I screamed and fell back, twisting my ankle in the process. 'Who the hell…?' I thought. I was breathing deep, short breaths. I could feel my heart pumping and the sound filled my ears. In the silence that followed the whisper, the sound of my heart was deafening.

"Aselissa Matre! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" I heard the hoarse voice shout this time. I screamed and I felt something touch the centre of my forehead. Before I could react I blacked out.