Hello people! I am terribly sorry for not updating in forever, but I have excuses! But, I do not want to bore you with them, so onto the story! This is going to be a little different from the rest of my stories, but I hope you like it!
Special thanks to DreamersPoisoned for being my beta! And also special thanks to all my dedicated readers that were very supportive of my writers block! You guys rock!
Anyways, sadly I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer does.
Onward!
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"Wake up!"
I drowsily opened my eyes. I was used to this, but it still didn't mean it got annoying as hell. I looked at my bedside clock. The red numbers read 3:59.
Oh, God! This was way too early to wake up! I shut my eyes and threw one of my pillows at the damned spirit who woke me up.
"Go away," I grumbled, "come back later."
"Cassandra… wake up…I'm freezing. Cold. Wake up. Help me. Cassandra!"
"I'm up, dammit! What do you want?" I proceeded to rub the remainder of sleep out of my eyes. I threw the covers off of me and looked at who it was.
Too bad I couldn't see who it was. All I saw was a black figure. It looked to be womanly, with the ample curves in the right places…but she was quite short, maybe 4'11.
"I'm freezing," she repeated, "so c-c-c-old." The black form was quivering wildly.
A second black mass appeared, but it was more or less a teal color and transparent. I called him the, 'hell raiser.' He was the one I always say bring the dead to their resting place; whether that be the good or the bad.
"Please," she whispered, "I do not want to go. I want to stay. I beg of you, please, I do not want to go." She spoke while the blue mass took her hand and ignored her pleas.
"Where are you taking her, demon?" I hissed. She struck me odd as a little girl…it would explain the tinkling voce and short entity. She was too young for death. For this…fate. And if she cant enjoy the rest of her life, she better be taken somewhere good.
The blue mass retorted with a growl.
"How scary," I muttered back to it, sarcastic. The blue mass cried out in frustration and disappeared with the little girl.
"Damn," I whispered to myself. Yes, I've seen it thousands of times, but it doesn't make it anymore heartbreaking to watch a person be dragged by 'hell raiser.'
'Cassi, calm down," I thought to myself, 'new town, new school, new life.'
Yes, how could I forget? My new home…Forks, Washington. The place of rain and cold weather. 'Awesome.'
As strange though as it is, I don't mind the cold weather…its comforting, along with the rain. I mean…rain is just oxygen that's wet. And rain means the washing away of disruption. The individual falling of each drop can makes an eruption every time it falls. Its…beautiful.
I looked at the clock again. 4:30. I was obviously not going to fall asleep, so I settled for a shower. I set the water onto the highest setting. Your skin will get used to it eventually, and what's the point with tinkering with it forever? Nothing is the point, my friends, absolutely nothing.
The warm water sprinkled onto my skin, soothing and relaxing the tense muscles. I tried to wash away the memory I just saw not even an hour ago, but it wasn't working. It was something I was born with. My extra sense. The sense to see the perished.
Totally awesome, right?
No. Not at all. It sucked. Big time.
You think they cant do anything to you? Wrong. I remember the countless times I was burned and bite and scratched by 'them.' They leave scars not only on your skin, but way down beneath the pores. Emotionally scarring me forever…but I guess its something I learned to deal with in my 14 years.
I shook my head to get back onto the task at hand while the water splashed around my face; shower. I washed my shoulder-length brown hair with shampoo and washed the dirt and grime off of my exhausted body from the previous day.
I shut the water off and quickly dressed my self in a gray camisole, skinny jeans, a green hoodie and boots. My hair dried naturally straight and sleek so I never do anything to it.
"Dress to impress, my love," a male whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes. Doesn't Jake ever get the clue? I'm alive. He's dead. Wont work out.
I applied some mascara to make my hazel eyes pop while I organized my thoughts.
Last year, I figured out I was put on this Earth to be a helper and a guide to those who needed it. I wasn't meant to have a soul mate, I was simply a helper. I wasn't opposed to it at all, either. Who wants to go through break-ups and heart ache, anyway?
I'll tell 'ya who.
Not. Me.
So, I'm simply what you'd call a match maker. If I saw a guy I was even remotely attracted to, I'd hook him up with someone else. I don't deserve happiness of love, the others do. The ones who cannot see the true world and, sometimes, how gorgeous it can be. Those people deserve it…not me.
"A penny for your thoughts, love?" Jake questioned. Jake was, I guess, handsome. He was buff and had the long, black hair flowed mid-stomach. He was always dressed in a red shirt and blue jeans.
He was 16 and was killed in a motorcycle accident.
And, strangely, he's my best friend…that wants to be more than just best friends.
"Jake, you probably don't even have a penny." I laughed.
"Then would you tell me for free, gorgeous?" His husky voice replied.
I shook my head and batted my eyelashes. "No money, no deal."
His lips formed into a pout, but turned into a smile as I laughed.
"You have the most beautiful laugh, Cass," Jake said while his eyes turned loving.
"Oh, uhm, thanks, I guess," I muttered. His fingers brushed my cheek. At first, it felt weird, but I grew use to the cold sweeps of his hand on my hair, shoulder, back, and face. It feels almost refreshing.
I looked at the clock again…7:20.
Damn! Where did the time go?
"I gotta go, Jake! See ya later!" I yelled while I rushed out the door. I would see him later, too. I don't know why Jake hasn't moved on…all I can think is maybe he's my guardian angel or something, seeing as I have no one else, except my air headed brother, Alex, whose two years older than me. He has the same gift I do and we completely love each other. Amazing for a brother and sister, but we have no one else. We tease each other often with bad nicknames and insults, but…its how we express how much we need one another.
I'm still amazed the adoption agencies haven't found me yet. Being only 14 with no parents…I consider myself lucky to be getting along. I inherited 100 grand from my grandma when she passed away. I'm living off of that right now and, hopefully, it stays good to its promise until I can get a job.
While rambling over my thoughts, I walked into Forks high school. I saw my brother's red Chevy truck and my eyes became confused. Why was he here so early?
Along with his car, I saw some other clunkers around the parking lot too…except for a shiny Volvo that had three men leaning onto it.
"Dumb ass!" I called out. Everyone in the parking lot turned their heads, including the three males on the Volvo and…wow.
I inspected over each of them in a matter of three seconds before responding. One was huge! Like 6'9 'huge' with ripped muscles and curly brown hair. Their was a curly blonde haired one who was about 6'5 and was also ripped, just not as much as the other. And then their was a lanky one, who still had muscles, just not as apparent and had an amazing shade of bronze hair.
I tried not to notice how their golden eyes widened in shock and their jaws dropping.
"What the hell are you doing here so damned early?" I joked to him.
He brushed his black hair out of his face, and rolled his blue eyes.
"Same to you, slut!" He retorted. I heard three distinct growls come from the three amazingly beautiful boys and turned my head sharply in shock and saw they were sending death glares to my brother.
"Douche, is that the best you can think of?" I laughed.
"Well, yeah!" Alex chuckled out, "Ready for hell, whore?"
"Damn straight, ass."
The three boys looked at me in amazement and hatred at my bro.
Amazing.
We've already made enemies.
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Okay guys, tell me what 'ya think! I'm making vampires imprint on Cassi and, it will be mentioned later in the story that Cassi and Alex are immortal!
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