Chapter One:
My hair, purple waves of it fall into my eyes. Blowing in the wind, whipping across my face. Tears ease down the dirty, ugly face that belongs to me. Seeking comfort in the tree house built so many years ago I hide. Creaking floorboards shift as I sit staring outside. My outlook on life grows darker everyday. Even when light shines to me, I still fall back each day. My never-ending torment. I don't think life is supposed to be like this.
If you had just meet me, you'd think I was just an ordinary teenager with a higher middle class family. Nothing seems as it should seem. Problems can be bigger or smaller. My father is always away, my mother the only one here for me. I see my dark tears stain my white dress. Make-up running, streaks my ashamed face. I wish I could forget and undo what happened. Until then I'll stay here. My heels broke on the way here. It was a long run, but I don't think I could've stayed. A strong wind gusts inside this hollow tree house. Emptiness fills me.
I love my friends. They are always there for me. But I guess this was something fate had planned just for me. They were there just not with me. There are the fun times with them, as well as the bad. I just feel like I mess everything up with them. Nothing is good enough. All of our lives are problematic, that's common though in high school. But it's hard, reflecting back on relationship issues throughout our group. I screwed up maybe one to many times. That's what I am in our group I guess. The screw up. They are all hanging on a string dancing around and then I screw up. This is just like all the other times.
The light fades outside, collapsing into a beautiful sunset. Tunes of birds still drift in the air making their last melody. I shiver, remembering how it always turns cold quickly up here. I pile up into a bundle of leaves stacked dry in the corner. I have no intention whatsoever of going out there. To face my parents, my screw-ups, my life. The sinking sun glares at me. What am I to do? I know I can't stay here but what if I do? Then maybe people will forget and I'll go back to normal. How could I not believe that kid! Myths are myths! Yet this one was not. The only myth that seemed all too far out I am now a part of.
The blood is caked at the base of my neck. Moving my head sends shakes of pain through me. Random blood drops splatter my dress. Everything thing feels fuzzy. I can hear everything so much better now. What's going on? I thought this was a joke. Not something I want to live with forever. I replay the scene in the back of my head but nothing makes sense. My eyes fog up, and droop with heaviness.
The morning sun caresses my face. Bringing light into all the corners of my darkness. My eyes rise from their slumber. At first I don't remember where I am, than I hear the floor creaking and everything comes back to me. My hands touch the soft spot on the base of my neck. I can feel the two fang marks. It was a painful mistake. Why did I go there? Well I guess it was because I trusted her to be lying. I thought it was a joke, a dance club or something. Fake, not real. But she did tell me everything she was saying was true. Why did I think she was lying about this? When I got there it felt like a dream. Then…I don't want to go there. It turned into a nightmare and I was the pure white virgin running. How could I be so stupid!
My eyes glide over to the door of the tree house. There sits a piece of paper with my name written in red on it. The paper gets blown gently over to me, as if it wanted me to open it. It now lays by my feet, dirty, tired and curled up. My quivering hands reach out towards it. My mind saying NO, don't do it, but my hand disagrees as it pick up the lightweight note. Tearing it open a letter falls into the leaves around me. I quickly scatter to pick it up. The red words dancing on the page before me. All it says is,
"Come back, you can't escape the fate you've sealed"
I look down at the bottom, signed by the vampire allegiance.
What did I get into? Groans erupt from me. I know I can't stay here, I have to go. It's my only choice. Well I can't go home, I don't know what I'm dealing with. I don't know what going on with me. I have to go back.
Pulling my acking body up I stumble over to the door. I take the heels with me. Who knows if I'll need them or not. Peeking out the door, I see no cars in the driveway. Climbing down, I quickly run to the street. Making sure no one sees me. Neighbors would ask questions and then explanations. Can't deal with that. Quickly weaving through the woods, back down Main Street, around corners and twists and gliding towards my destination. By noon I stood in front of the house. Walking up the stairs one foot at a time, I caught my reflection in the doorway. I was a horrible sight. My dress wasn't white, and I have dirt and blood all over me. I was a mess. Would they even recognize me from last night? Taking deep breaths I knock twice on the door. My own reflection staring back at me. I squeeze the crumpled letter in my hand. Clutching the only hope I have. A tall older man with a mustache opens the door a crack. Taking one look at me. He ushers me into this dreary house.
"We've been expecting you. Almost thought that you had run, but then why would you, you know that we are your only chance. Had you not come…well lets not talk of that."
He grins menacingly at me. I feel my heart pound inside the cages of my ribs. I don't know what to do now. I'm here but now what.
"Follow me, you don't want to wander this house alone. I will show you to the council."
His hideous face, crumpled with age and evil daunting eyes, stare at me. I turn to meet his eyes.
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
My mouth utters these words. My whole soul speaking them. Yet they flow out gracefully. The stare between us becomes too intense for my eyes to bear. I shamefully look away quickly. This man lets out a laugh. Still chucking he replies,
"You will find out in due time, yes in due time."
He takes off down the hall, fast for what he appears to be. My feet dance along the floor, hardly touching the surface. He leads me thought tunnels, up stairs and around corners. The house dead silent, only the sounds of his footsteps echo through out the halls. We come to a door. This door has intricate patterns wove on to it as if it were a story in a book. His feeble yet scary hands rap upon the surface. Muttering something to the door, or maybe just to himself, the patterns seem to move about. My eyes try to pick up the story, but it all goes too fast. Soon enough the doors swing open. A cool breeze fills my face.
The council sits before me. A semi-round table with 10 people circled. Some have old faces and others are just a bit older than me. The tall man leading me shuts the doors behind me. They slam, making me jump. Hairs on my neck stand straight up. The room feels ghastly cool. My eyes scan the room. Everyone is staring at me and whispering slightly to their neighbors. I feel like I'm back in fifth grade and kids are picking teams, I'm the last one left.