Chapter 1: Lost souls part 1
-21st November 2916-
One phone call, just one. That's how it started. That wretched day that changed both our immortal lives. It makes me shudder just thinking about it. *shakes head and cringes* I didn't have to say yes, I could have said it was a bad idea, I could have said a lot of things... but I didn't and now were both paying the price.
We weren't always immortal mind you, and it's a pretty interesting story of how we became so, but that awful day still haunts me. It's hard to talk about but I guess I have to tell you, not because I want to but because some stories need to be told. Anyway, it's best to start at the beginning so... here it goes. It happened 902... No 903 years ago...
-Saturday 14th Dec 2013-
Heather lay on her bed, board out of her mind staring at the ceiling, the wallpaper in her room had yellow and navy blue bunches of flowers on it, the background pail blue, the carpet also pail blue. The ceiling white (obviously) with swirling patterns weaved into it. As she absorbed herself in each curl, loop, and twist she had safely entered her own little world of swirls and spirals. Then the phone rang. Heather immediately snapped back to reality and rushed down the stairs.
"hello?" she said after picking up the phone just before her little brother, Matt.
"Hey Heather" a familiar voice rang through her ears, she smiled.
"Oh hi Rosie" Heather smirked; she knew he HATED being called that. The smirk then died when her brother started trying to get the phone off her.
"For the last time, its Ambrose, not Rose, not Amber, Ambrose got it?" the boy retorted through gritted teeth.
"Ether way you got a girl's name" she smirked again knowing the rant he was sure to go off on. She had now gone back to her bed room and the little boy was now struggling to climb on to her bed.
"It is not a girl's name, it's a boy's name. *heather laughs* seriously, go Google it Ambrose is a legit boy nam-"
"Okay, Okay it's a guy's name" she said cutting him off now getting bored with teasing him "now can we get to the reason you're calling me at 6:00 in the morning?"
He lightened up immediately "listen, I found something in the woods behind your house, it's amazing you've got to see it!" he chirped excitedly, the girly-name thing long forgotten.
"What is it" she questioned now very curious.
"If it told you it'd ruin the surprise" Heather could hear the smirk in his voice "you coming or what?"
"Sure I got nothing better to do" she smiled triumphantly, the little ginger boy having just given up and had gone to watch TV.
"Good, I'll meet you out back" he hung up not giving the strawberry blond time to reply. She slid out of underneath her amber sheets then yawned not realizing how tired she was, stretched her arms, got up and went out the back door. Heather stepped across the small patch of land her mum called a garden and climbed the fence, as she jumped off it and landed on the other side. She twisted her ankle.
Seconds later Ambrose sprinted towards her while shouting "Heather! Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine" she winced as she stood up "as long as I don't run on it" Heather smiled through the pain. Little did she know that she would be needing to run in just 10 short minuets...