Disclaimers: NW belongs to LJS. The title is a Dido song. Everything else is mine.
Summary: When Ivory Blessingway wishes for a more interesting life she gets more than she bargained for...
Part 1
The night was dark, stars shimmered like ice chips millions of miles above. Ivory sighed, gazing out her window into the dark night.
Night was her favourite time. She loved the darkness, the supernatural had always intrigued her. The kids at school thought she was weird. But Ivory didn't care what they thought of her.
She might not be the most sort-after, popular girl in the world, but that didn't bother her. She had a few friends of her own, they didn't think she was weird.
Ivory turned away from the night. Her biggest wish was that she could belong to it, be a part of the night completely.
Maybe a vampire, immortal, powerful, beautiful, even the thirst for blood wouldn't be such a bad thing. Ivory smiled wryly.
Unfortunately, there were no such things as vampires. Despite a vague wish they were real, and one would come and seduce her and steal her away into the night, it wasn't going to happen.
But Ivory there was a little phrase that Ivory had forgotten.
Be careful what you wish for - you just might get it.
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Part 2
Drake Redfern scowled in fury, eyeing the pathetic group of humans. Why vampires had to attend human school was beyond him.
"Lighten up, it could have its perks," Elle Nightshade said from behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.
Drake snorted in contempt. "Like what?"
Elle gave him a wicked smile, her midnight eyes sparking mysteriously. "Fast food."
Drake's eyebrow raised and his lips curved into an amused smile. Elle did have a point. She really could be a bitch sometimes, especially to the humans, which made him like her even more.
He sighed, scanning the crowd who sat around the front entrance of the high school, waiting for first period bell to ring, looking for a victim to play with. A favourite game of his and Elle's, toying with the nobodies, making them feel special by including them, bringing them into a popular area, then killing them when they least expected it.
Which for Drake was the most fun part.
His attention was caught by a girl he hadn't seen before. A head of purple hair stood out amongst the regular dull blondes and browns. Skin the palest of pinks. Features model perfect.
"I think we've found our next target," Elle said, seeing him looking. Her tone was cold, her expression was dangerous. Drake glanced at her, trying not to smile. If he didn't know better he would have said she was jealous.
Sherry Bloodred joined them, a lamia vampire, part of the small group of Night People in the town of White Planes. "Who are we spying on?"
"We're playing our favourite game," Elle said with a smirk. She nodded to the purple haired girl. "Know how that is?"
Sherry frowned a little. "That's Ivory Blessingway," she said. "She's new, came here at the beginning of the week."
"Is she human?" Drake asked. The girl looked way too pretty to be a human.
"I think so," Sherry said. "She hasn't made much of a mark amongst the regular vermin yet."
"So we should make sure we doesn't," Elle said.
Drake was pretty sure some of the regular students were aware of their game. He wondered if the new girl knew about the Night World or not. He wasn't sure why Elle picking her bothered him so much.
She was human. Vermin! He shouldn't give a damn about what happened to her.
For some unknown reason, he did.
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Part 3
Ivory's hopes that in a new school she could start a new life seemed to have done down the drain. Hardly anyone spoke to her. She hadn't really made friends and had had to leave the ones she'd had behind.
She could feel an uncomfortable tingling sensation at the back of her neck, a sensation of eyes on her. She looked around, seeing a few of the popular people eyeing her. The guy was tall, dark, mysterious and incredibly sexy. The one girl was tall with a cascade of gold hair falling down her back, midnight eyes sparkled in a perfect face.
Ivory knew her name was Elle Nightshade. She was supposed to be cold and cruel. Ivory had heard people talking about her. She wondered how someone so mean could be so popular. The sexy guy was Drake Redfern. He was supposed to be elusive but charming. The second girl was Sherry Bloodred. So far Sherry seemed to be kind of sarcastic and sullen. She was in a few of Ivory's classes.
Ivory wasn't sure why they were looking at her. Should she be worried? She should have been. She should have run and never looked back. But at the moment Ivory wasn't aware of the danger.
Elle gave her a stunning smile and waved her over. Ivory could feel a pit of nervousness growing in her stomach as she walked over to join them.
"You're new here, right?" Elle said. Her tone was friendly, but something about her smile seemed false.
Ivory managed a weak smile. "Ivory Blessingway."
"Is that Native American?" Sherry asked. "Sounds like it."
Ivory nodded. She was nervous around popular people and kind of tongue tied. She couldn't think of anything to say.
"So how do you like White Planes so far?" Elle asked brightly.
Ivory shrugged. "It's okay." It wasn't that much different from her old home town, but she didn't say anything. She glanced over at Drake, who wasn't saying anything either, just standing there, his expression blank.
Ivory's vision must be going funny. She could see something shimmery hovering on the air. She blinked, and it was gone. Huh? She wondered if anyone else had seen it, but kept quiet, feeling rather stupid about saying anything out loud. She could see Elle looking at her, rather irritated.
Ivory felt like kicking herself. The popular people were paying attention to her and she couldn't think of anything to say.
"You know, there's a party on Friday," Elle said, breaking the silence. "Why don't you come along, get to know some people?"
Ivory wasn't sure her hearing was working now. She had actually been invited to a party? "Sure," she said, brightening a little. "Sounds like fun."
The bell rang then and the students hurried off to first period. Elle smiled quickly and then left with Sherry. Drake hung back for a second or two, looking at Ivory.
She felt a little shy, but the next thing she knew Drake had turned and walked away and she found herself alone. She noticed someone near by her, a frown on her face.
"You're new here." It was a statement rather than a question.
Ivory frowned a little and nodded. "Yeah. Ivory. And you are...?"
"Alina Harman."
Ivory started heading into the school building. Alina fell into step with her.
"Since you're new, you're unaware of who Elle, Sherry and Drake really are," Alina said. Something about her tone was almost...disturbing. "So let me give you some advice."
Ivory frowned. "I don't understand."
Alina stopped, dark eyes serious. "Don't go to that party on Friday."
"*What?*"
"Don't go," Alina warned. "If you do, you'll be sorry." And she walked away.
Ivory stood there staring after her in confusion. Huh? What had all that been about? A warning...or a threat?
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Summary: When Ivory Blessingway wishes for a more interesting life she gets more than she bargained for...
Part 1
The night was dark, stars shimmered like ice chips millions of miles above. Ivory sighed, gazing out her window into the dark night.
Night was her favourite time. She loved the darkness, the supernatural had always intrigued her. The kids at school thought she was weird. But Ivory didn't care what they thought of her.
She might not be the most sort-after, popular girl in the world, but that didn't bother her. She had a few friends of her own, they didn't think she was weird.
Ivory turned away from the night. Her biggest wish was that she could belong to it, be a part of the night completely.
Maybe a vampire, immortal, powerful, beautiful, even the thirst for blood wouldn't be such a bad thing. Ivory smiled wryly.
Unfortunately, there were no such things as vampires. Despite a vague wish they were real, and one would come and seduce her and steal her away into the night, it wasn't going to happen.
But Ivory there was a little phrase that Ivory had forgotten.
Be careful what you wish for - you just might get it.
* * *
Part 2
Drake Redfern scowled in fury, eyeing the pathetic group of humans. Why vampires had to attend human school was beyond him.
"Lighten up, it could have its perks," Elle Nightshade said from behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.
Drake snorted in contempt. "Like what?"
Elle gave him a wicked smile, her midnight eyes sparking mysteriously. "Fast food."
Drake's eyebrow raised and his lips curved into an amused smile. Elle did have a point. She really could be a bitch sometimes, especially to the humans, which made him like her even more.
He sighed, scanning the crowd who sat around the front entrance of the high school, waiting for first period bell to ring, looking for a victim to play with. A favourite game of his and Elle's, toying with the nobodies, making them feel special by including them, bringing them into a popular area, then killing them when they least expected it.
Which for Drake was the most fun part.
His attention was caught by a girl he hadn't seen before. A head of purple hair stood out amongst the regular dull blondes and browns. Skin the palest of pinks. Features model perfect.
"I think we've found our next target," Elle said, seeing him looking. Her tone was cold, her expression was dangerous. Drake glanced at her, trying not to smile. If he didn't know better he would have said she was jealous.
Sherry Bloodred joined them, a lamia vampire, part of the small group of Night People in the town of White Planes. "Who are we spying on?"
"We're playing our favourite game," Elle said with a smirk. She nodded to the purple haired girl. "Know how that is?"
Sherry frowned a little. "That's Ivory Blessingway," she said. "She's new, came here at the beginning of the week."
"Is she human?" Drake asked. The girl looked way too pretty to be a human.
"I think so," Sherry said. "She hasn't made much of a mark amongst the regular vermin yet."
"So we should make sure we doesn't," Elle said.
Drake was pretty sure some of the regular students were aware of their game. He wondered if the new girl knew about the Night World or not. He wasn't sure why Elle picking her bothered him so much.
She was human. Vermin! He shouldn't give a damn about what happened to her.
For some unknown reason, he did.
* * *
Part 3
Ivory's hopes that in a new school she could start a new life seemed to have done down the drain. Hardly anyone spoke to her. She hadn't really made friends and had had to leave the ones she'd had behind.
She could feel an uncomfortable tingling sensation at the back of her neck, a sensation of eyes on her. She looked around, seeing a few of the popular people eyeing her. The guy was tall, dark, mysterious and incredibly sexy. The one girl was tall with a cascade of gold hair falling down her back, midnight eyes sparkled in a perfect face.
Ivory knew her name was Elle Nightshade. She was supposed to be cold and cruel. Ivory had heard people talking about her. She wondered how someone so mean could be so popular. The sexy guy was Drake Redfern. He was supposed to be elusive but charming. The second girl was Sherry Bloodred. So far Sherry seemed to be kind of sarcastic and sullen. She was in a few of Ivory's classes.
Ivory wasn't sure why they were looking at her. Should she be worried? She should have been. She should have run and never looked back. But at the moment Ivory wasn't aware of the danger.
Elle gave her a stunning smile and waved her over. Ivory could feel a pit of nervousness growing in her stomach as she walked over to join them.
"You're new here, right?" Elle said. Her tone was friendly, but something about her smile seemed false.
Ivory managed a weak smile. "Ivory Blessingway."
"Is that Native American?" Sherry asked. "Sounds like it."
Ivory nodded. She was nervous around popular people and kind of tongue tied. She couldn't think of anything to say.
"So how do you like White Planes so far?" Elle asked brightly.
Ivory shrugged. "It's okay." It wasn't that much different from her old home town, but she didn't say anything. She glanced over at Drake, who wasn't saying anything either, just standing there, his expression blank.
Ivory's vision must be going funny. She could see something shimmery hovering on the air. She blinked, and it was gone. Huh? She wondered if anyone else had seen it, but kept quiet, feeling rather stupid about saying anything out loud. She could see Elle looking at her, rather irritated.
Ivory felt like kicking herself. The popular people were paying attention to her and she couldn't think of anything to say.
"You know, there's a party on Friday," Elle said, breaking the silence. "Why don't you come along, get to know some people?"
Ivory wasn't sure her hearing was working now. She had actually been invited to a party? "Sure," she said, brightening a little. "Sounds like fun."
The bell rang then and the students hurried off to first period. Elle smiled quickly and then left with Sherry. Drake hung back for a second or two, looking at Ivory.
She felt a little shy, but the next thing she knew Drake had turned and walked away and she found herself alone. She noticed someone near by her, a frown on her face.
"You're new here." It was a statement rather than a question.
Ivory frowned a little and nodded. "Yeah. Ivory. And you are...?"
"Alina Harman."
Ivory started heading into the school building. Alina fell into step with her.
"Since you're new, you're unaware of who Elle, Sherry and Drake really are," Alina said. Something about her tone was almost...disturbing. "So let me give you some advice."
Ivory frowned. "I don't understand."
Alina stopped, dark eyes serious. "Don't go to that party on Friday."
"*What?*"
"Don't go," Alina warned. "If you do, you'll be sorry." And she walked away.
Ivory stood there staring after her in confusion. Huh? What had all that been about? A warning...or a threat?
* * *