CHAPTER 1: SOULMATE.
Sanchia Schuyler Scottsdale wasn't exactly Texas' most ideal girl. To all the Texan's, this exotic beauty looked as if she belonged on the cover of a famous fashion magazine or on some runway in New York. Sanchia, who went by Schuyler(she liked that name better) was standing in front of her bedroom mirror, which showed every part of her. She had an elfin face and cheekbones to die for. Her eyes were an emerald green color that sparkled in the sun and in the moon(which they were sure to do tonight.) Her gorgeous scarlet dress reached her ankles and had a small train in the back. She had bought the expensive dress made of silk in a little boutique she had come across while in Paris. One of the perks of being a rich Texan girl? She could go anywhere and not have a care in the world about how much she spent. And tonight, she would need that.
Tonight, was an important night for Schuyler--even more important than she realized at the time. It was All Hallow's Eve and her high school, Houston Public School, was having their annual halloween dance tonight, only this year--things were going to be different for Schuyler. This was her chance to make a name for herself, not that she hadn't done that already. No one at school could resist her devastating good looks. She was popular the second she walked through the door. She and her mom moved a lot, but her mother had agreed to stop moving until Schuyler graduated and was able to live on her own. Schuyler loved that idea, but it also scared her a bit, not that this brunette goddess was frightened easily.
Anyway, Schuyler knew that tonight was an important night. Tonight, she would make her first impression as a senior-- the first month of school didn't necessarily count. It was the Halloween Homecoming Dance that counted the most. All the seniors would make an entrance in their gorgeous formal gowns and then, at a quarter 'til midnight, the seniors(not the underclassman) would scatter throughout the school and change into their costumes. At exactly midnight, they would all meet on the football field and the winner would be chosen. Schuyler was sure that she would be the winner. She had the perfect costume.
Little did Schuyler know, her life would change forever tonight. Nothing would ever be the same.
But right now, Sanchia Schuyler Scottsdale was still convincing herself to act normal, though she was anything but, and the naïve part of herself was telling her that tonight, she was sure to win. Tonight, everyone would be jealous. Not that they aren't already jealous, Schuyler added menacingly to herself. Schuyler slipped on her red prada heels that strapped around her feet, showing off her toes which were sparkling with red nail polish and tinted with charcoal black nail polish. She grabbed her red clutch purse from her dresser and as she walked down the stairs, her charcoal black hair fell past her shoulders in waves. She truly looked like a goddess and every person at Houston Public School was going to be blown away tonight.
Schuyler met her date downstairs. Jacob Meyers. He was a senior, too, and they had been best friends since babies in diapers. Many thought they were a couple, but that was nearly impossible considering Jacob Meyer didn't exactly swing that way. She chuckled mutely at the thought and smiled as she stopped in front of Jacob.
He was handsome, very handsome. She saw what all the guys saw in him, and the girls, too. He was very popular with the ladies and the boys, but he preferred the males, of course. Still, he enjoyed all the attention that he got from both. His ash blond hair was disheveled and fell a little, hiding a little bit of his right eye, but you could still see that he had gorgeous baby blues that any person, girl or guy, could drown in. He was tall, about six foot three, and Schuyler only came up to his shoulders. Compared to Jacob, she felt like a shrimp. He, himself, was also a bit intimidating, to guys, anyway. He was sexy, like, model sexy, and any person could see his abs through his blue dress shirt, which he was wearing a black jacket over. He had on black dress pants and black dress shoes. She had also seen his costume, which was kick ass, and she knew they were both going to win tonight.
"Girl, you look sexy!" he exclaimed, flashing his pearly whites in his friend's direction.
Schuyler smiled back, flashing him her pearly whites. Most people expected stars to shoot from her mouth when she smiled. She was just that beautiful. Sometimes, even Jacob said he found himself thinking about turning straight just to kiss her. But they both laughed at that one when they realized it was never going to happen. Still, it flattered Schuyler that even a gay guy was willing to turn straight if it meant being with her. It helped her ego.
And still, even with all the popularity, the good looks, the clones(otherwise known as her "loyal followers"), Schuyler was a genuinely nice girl. No one expected someone as devastatingly beautiful as Schuyler to be so sweet, or to be so kind to everyone, including those who were definitely below her status. Schuyler didn't believe in statuses, but that came with being a witch. Yes, that's right. Sanchia Schuyler Scottsdale, known to the Night World as Sanchia Schuyler Redfern(the vampires cousin), is a witch. And a real one at that. No one knew this about her, mostly because, no one was allowed to. The number one rule in Night World was to never tell a human about Night World, that and never fall in love with a human. Though Schuyler was no longer part of that world(most of the witches had joined Circle Daybreak, an organization for Night World creatures who had found their soulmates in humans), she still felt as though she shouldn't tell people about the Night World. Plus, it wasn't like Schuyler actually believed in the soulmate principle. Sure, it was happening to everyone, or so they said, but she figured it was just some lie they all made up. She was bitter about love and she certainly didn't believe in it. But that was only because of something she never liked to talk about--- her birth parents had abandoned her and she had never known why. That had made her bitter about love. So, the only people she really trusted were her mom(adopted mother, but she had never called her that) and Jacob, who was basically her twin.
"Not as sexy as you," Schuyler protested
"Puh-lease," he said, waving a hand, "anyone who sees you is going to drop dead."
Schuyler giggled and playfully gasped. "Oh, I would sure hope not. I wouldn't want anyone dying because of me."
"They will if we don't get there soon. After all, everyone is just dying to see your dress, Sky," he paused and then added, "and your costume, of course."
Schuyler grinned mischeviously. "Of course."
Then, Schuyler and Jacob locked arms, and he led her to his black mercedes. They were going to arrive in style, enter in style, and leave in style. That was their motto, well, one of them, anyway.
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When Schuyler and Jacob arrived, everyone else was already there--- just as they had planned, of course. They couldn't make an entrance unless everyone saw them. And everyone who was anyone would be at the dance. Of course, Schuyler felt bad for those who chose to stay home and wished that they were there, too. Not just to see her, but so they could have fun, too. Schuyler accepted everyone, and her closest friends were the ones who everyone else ignored. Still, no one shunned Schuyler for being nice to those less fortunate than them(that was the nicest way the snobby rich girls could put it), mostly because they just thought she thought of them as charity, when in reality, Schuyler thought of them as friends, and friends they would remain.
Schuyler and Jacob locked arms as soon as they stepped out of the car. Schuyler's dress fell to her ankles once again and the smooth silk brushed against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. The weather wasn't helping one bit. It was a bit cold outside, but when Jacob pulled her closer, she suddenly felt warm. She was surprised at the warmth emanating off him and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, he, too, were keeping a secret from her. The only people she knew to emanate that kind of heat from their bodies were werewolves, but she would be able to sense if Jacob were a vampire, and he certainly isn't one.
Schuyler pushed that thought to the back of her mind as the two walked across the red carpet and two guards opened the doors to the school for them. They walked inside, someone gasped, and then all eyes were on them. Just as expected, Schuyler thought, grinning to herself. She turned her head slightly, only to see that Jacob, too, was grinning.
"Let's go get 'em, tiger," Jacob whispered, grinning at her in a way that made her laugh.
"Yes, let's," she said, pulling him even closer as the two made their way into the common's area, where all the drinks and food were. The two made their way to the table with the chocolate fountain and released their arms, not surprised that immediately after doing so, someone else had already linked arms with the both of them. Schuyler turned her head, only to see that she had been joined by Lycan Johnson, a sophomore and a werewolf, who kept trying to pursue her, even though she was clearly not interested. He was a good guy, but he didn't exactly have good intentions. Schuyler scoffed at the thought, and removed her arm from his. She glanced out the corner of her eye, only to see that Jacob had been joined by his on and off boyfriend, Tyler Samson(a junior). She waved and he waved back, then left Tyler all by his lonesome to walk with her to the gymnasium.
"What about Tyler?" she whispered in his direction, once everyone's eyes were finally pointed somewhere else.
Jacob rolled his baby blues in the other direction and then focused his eyes on her. "I only have eyes for my date tonight," he said, stifling a laugh. "Plus, I have had enough of Tyler messing with my head. I'm moving on."
Schuyler grinned. "Good, I never liked Tyler, anyway."
"You could have told me that before."
"I did," Schuyler protested, a tad offended. "You just never listened to me. That was one thing we never agreed on."
"Yes, well, I'll leave myself a mental note to take your advice next time a guy comes along."
Schuyler placed a kiss on his cheek and then the two made their way to the center of the dance floor. One of her favorite songs started to play and she smiled up at Jacob as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders.
"You didn't..?" she asked, smiling radiantly at him. Her pearly whites were showing now more than ever. He was the only person in her life, aside from her mother, that could get her to show all of her teeth.
He gasped playfully and shrugged innocently. "I may or may not have done it, but FYI, I know it's your favorite." He grinned at her, and Schuyler leaned closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. It wasn't awkward being that close to Jacob. He was the only guy that she could be herself around. He was the only guy, aside from those in Circle Daybreak, that she could trust, and even some of them she was just now warming up to. She would basically die without her best friend.
Schuyler and Jacob stayed quiet, allowing their bodies to sway perfectly in the music. They turned right on cue. They knew what they were doing, especially with Schuyler being a witch and all. She was lithe like a ballerina and able to match the right steps perfectly without stepping all over Jacob's toes.
The song played in Schuyler's mind as she and Jacob danced to the music. Her eyes closed and she just allowed herself to take in the beautiful words. And without even realizing it, she began to sing them.
"I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale. I'm not the one you sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain't hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now, it's too late for you and your white horse to come around. Now, here you on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me. Just like I always wanted, but I'm so sorry, 'cause I'm not your princess, this ain't fairytale. I'm going to find someone someday, who might actually treat me well. This is a big world. That was a small town, there in the rear view mirror disappearing now. And it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, try and catch me now. Oh, oh, oh, oh. It's too late, to catch me now..."
Without realizing it, the music had stopped when Schuyler had started to sing. Jacob had pulled away, something she also hadn't realized. And when she turned her head, her eyes locked with someone else's, someone that startled her. Her heart leaped into her throat, not literally, of course, but she started choking, anyway. All of the sudden, she couldn't breathe. She tore her eyes from the unwelcome guest and looked down. All of the sudden, she was hyperventilating and she felt very weak in the knees. For some unknown reason, she wished that she was a vampire, but only for a second. Vampires could withstand almost any kind of pain, but she had a feeling that even vampires couldn't deal with whatever she was feeling right now. Though she wasn't looking at any of them, she knew that everyone's eyes were on her and they were staring at her in horror. She felt the way they looked. Jacob immediately rushed to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. He had no clue what was wrong with her and for the first time in her life, Schuyler didn't know what was wrong, either. Her witch instincts weren't working and she didn't like that.
She needed to call Thierry and she needed to call him now!
"I have to go," Schuyler gasped in between breaths. Jacob started to follow her, and part of her was tempted to let him, but she couldn't allow him to discover the Night World. "Stay," she whispered. "I'll be fine. I just have to make a call. I'll meet you in the commons once I've finished."
To make sure that Jacob didn't follow her, Schuyler made her way into the girl's bathroom and locked all the doors with her witch powers, that way no one would be able to find her. She sat on the floor in front of one of the stalls and gathered her cell phone from her purse and into her hand. She quickly hit send once finding Thierry's picture and waited for an answer.
Thierry answered on the first ring. No one called Thierry's private line unless they were in trouble and Thierry knew that.
"Hey, Sky, what's wrong?" Thierry asked, sounding alarmed and not to mention, a bit distant. She rolled her eyes, the happy part of herself thinking that he must have been spending more time with his beloved Hannah Snow, his soulmate. She rolled her eyes at the word. It had caused so much trouble for the people, but she didn't dare tell Thierry, Lord of the Night World, that.
Schuyler's breathing had returned to semi-normal, allowing her to think clearly. She would have to be in the right mind in order for Thierry to understand her, but once the words were out of her mouth, there was no going back.
"Prince Ramakrishna was here, at my dance. I'm not sure if he's still here, but I think we're in trouble. He was staring at me, and it was really creepy. I have a feeling something horrible is going to go down toni--"
Schuyler was silenced in mid-sentence by an ear splitting scream. She nearly jumped up from her spot on the floor, but she managed to keep hold of the phone.
"What the hell was that!?" Schuyler heard Thierry exclaim, more like demand, from the other end of the line.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."
"Oh, no you're not. You leave this in our hands, Sky. We don't want you getting hurt."
Schuyler rolled her eyes. "I appreciate that, Lord Decourdes, but I have to do this on my own. He came here for me and that's exactly what I'm going to give him."
Schuyler hung up before Thierry could protest. She knew she was going to be in big trouble for that, but right now, she didn't care.
Schuyler used her powers to unlock the doors quickly and she rushed out of the bathroom, using her telekinesis to pick up the purse and sling it over her shoulder, and she ran into the gymansium, stopping dead in her tracks at what she saw. Everything was fine. People were dancing. Jacob was standing by the drinks, talking to some boy she recognized as a sophomore, but couldn't put a finger on his name, and other people were talking in the common's area. She didn't understand what was going on and she sure wished that she had telepathy so she could figure it out. Though everything looked normal, Schuyler couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. And Schuyler was always right. At least, she had never been wrong, but maybe she was... no, it wasn't possible. Something is terribly wrong.
Schuyler walked up to Jacob. "What was all that screaming about?" she asked, prying him away from the cute sophomore boy.
Jacob shrugged and looked puzzled when he faced Schuyler. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
And by the look on his face, she knew Jacob was telling the truth. He wasn't the type of guy that would lie to his best friend, or to anyone for that matter. He had a good heart and she had no choice but to believe him. Even if she knew deep down that what she had heard had been real-- frighteningly real.
"I must have been hearing things," she said, not sounding so convinced that there hadn't been a scream. And that's when she saw him again, out of the corner of her eye. He was following her and she had to stop him. When he noticed that she saw him, he started walking in the opposite direction.
"Look, I'll meet you on the football field. First, I have to take care of something."
Jacob looked at Schuyler questioningly, but kept all questions to himself. He knew better than to ask her questions. He would never get an answer. That was something he had learned in the whole seventeen years that he had known her.
"I'll see you then," he said with a sigh, and then he turned to talk to the sophomore, whose name she remembered as Akin. He, too, was a Night World creature, a vampire, to be exact. But Jacob didn't have to know that.
Schuyler flashed him a smile, dropped her purse into his hand, and then ran outside. Everyone looked at her, but no one stopped her. They knew better. She was still following Prince Ramakrishna until finally, he came to a stop in the middle of the football field. He smirked in her direction and she scowled at him. Then he hissed, showing his canines. They were frightening, she had to admit that, but she wasn't going to let him smell her fear. There was nothing worse than a vampire, an evil vampire nonetheless, sensing your fear. They could kill a person in a second and the person wouldn't even know what had hit them, except for the terrible bite marks that would be left on that person's neck, not to mention the excruciating pain that came with them.
"Why are you even here Prince Ramakrishna? You know you're not supposed to be here. You have to stay where you belong and where you belong only."
Prince Ramakrishna smirked in a way that made her feel extremely nervous and then he took one step closer to her. She didn't step back, which was stupid mistake, she knew that. Still, she wasn't going to show the evil Night World Prince her fear. So, she just moved closer to him, which was worse, because all of the sudden, Schuyler felt herself going weak in the knees. It was how she had felt when she spotted Prince Ramakrishna in the gymanasium, only this time it was much stronger, and when she looked into his eyes, she could tell that he was feeling it, too. Only, he had a better job of hiding it, whatever it is.
Prince Ramakrishna was astounded at how he felt while staring into Schuyler's emerald green eyes. He couldn't deny that they were beautiful, which he found odd. She was his enemy. He wasn't supposed to think that his enemies had beautiful eyes. It certainly wasn't making sense to the seventeen year old prince, but all of the sudden, he was extremely aware of Schuyler and her body, and her mind. His vampire power was telepathy, but he had never felt anything like this before. He could feel her thoughts, not just heart them, and it was strange. He was also extremely aware of her curves, which the silk of her red dress brought out perfectly. He unknowingly licked his lips, but not out of thirst, more out of a longing-- a longing to kiss her plush red lips. He shook his head, not understanding why that thought had even crossed his vampire mind. It was wrong, and not to mention unethical. He tried to ignore it the best he could. He was here to kill, not to fantasize about hearing her thoughts.
"I was just sad that our last meeting had ended so soon," Prince Ramakrishna remarked in a sarcastically manner that made Schuyler's leap into her throat.
Schuyler hated that Prince Ramakrishna intimidated her so gosh damn much. He was an egostical, blood-sucking monster. He aimed to kill, and most of the time he was successful. He is one of the world's most dangerous predator and the worst part is that his prey never expects it. He uses his good looks to charm them and then, if he's nice, he makes them forget a whole day, or perhaps more, of their life. But if that were the case, why was her body so aware of him? She could feel some kind of warmth emanating from him... some kind of thread pulling them closer together. She was aware of every part of him-- his disheveled dirty blonde hair, his rock hard abs(which she could see through his white wife-beater), his muscular arms, his gorgeous baby blues which were quickly turning an evil red color, meaning he was thirsty for blood and about ready to attack, but she was still aware of him. She was mostly aware of his eyes... those gorgeous, evil, threatening eyes, and those lips... those kissable... She had to stop herself from thinking that. Kissable? What the hell was her problem? Get yourself together, she thought, but before she could do anything, Prince Ramakrishna was in a crouch and then he lunged himself at her.
Her head was bent to the side now and Prince Ramakrishna was holding her roughly. He was too strong and Schuyler was too weak. She couldn't fight him off... not even with her with powers. She was left defenseless, but she found herself not wanting to fight. Being this close to Prince Ramakrishna made her even more aware of his body. And for some reason, it felt right. She knew that idea was terribly wrong. Shivers were sent up her spine and she could tell that something was wrong with him, too. Only, once again, he was doing a great job of hiding it. Her? Not so much.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Schuyler managed to choke.
Prince Ramakrishna ignored her and brought his mouth to the side of her neck, but the second his lips brushed against her neck, something strange happened. A silver thread was pulling them closer together. She could hear his thoughts. How was that even possible? He was thinking the same thing.
Get out of my head, Prince Ramakrishna hissed.
I want to, but I can't, Schuyler scowled, her mental voice sounding just as weak as she felt. Her heart was racing in her chest and the closeness of her and Prince Ramakrishna's body should have made her feel uncomfortable, but for some unknown and illogical reason, it felt right. She would never be able to justify that one to Thierry Descourdes. Unless...
Her thoughts were interrupted by Prince Ramakrishna's voice... or rather his mental voice.
Why is this happening? he hissed. Why can't I just let you go? He sounded more angry at himself than he was at her. This thought seemed to comfort Schuyler somehow.
I think I know, Schuyler's mental voice whispered.
Well, what the hell is it? he asked coldly, but he surprisingly seemed interested.
Soulmates, her mental voice whispered.
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What are you talking about!? Prince Ramakrishna demanded. Soulmates? Like, the soulmate principle. He had heard about it, but never, did he ever think it would happen to him. Especially not with his worst enemy, a witch. A Circle Daybreak witch, nonetheless. Then why was he feeling something for her? He was feeling some warmth toward her that he didn't understand. He wanted to fight it. He wanted to forget it, but he found that he couldn't. The silver thread was too strong. The silver thread was pulling them closer together and neither was strong enough to fight.
Then don't fight it, Schuyler said, surprised at her own mental voice. Why was she saying that?
I-I don't want this, Prince Ramakrishna whispered.
You can keep telling yourself that, but you know you can't fight it. It's the soulmate principle. You've heard of it--haven't you? she asked, knowing the answer before he even thought of it.
Of course, I've heard of it. That's what brought your cousin, your stupid, stupid cousin-- Ash Redfern down. He gave up evil to be with Mary-Lynette... vermin. His voice was filled with so much venim at the word 'vermin.' And the worst part was that he could feel Schuyler's disgust at him being disgusted by humans. The worst part being that he actually felt bad for making her feel bad.
Then you know that we can't fight it. Ash Redfern tried, but he failed and fell in love with Mary-Lynette, anyway. Lord of the Night World, Thierry Descourdes fell in love with Hannah Snow, who had been his soulmate for many lifetimes. James and Poppy were the first to rediscover the principle. They were the first to bring it back to the Night World and they are by far the cutest couple I've ever seen. I never believed in the soulmate principle myself, but now that I feel it, like really feel it, I know that it's real. It isn't something that we can fight. Delos Redfern, another one of my cousins, he tried, but he failed. Maggie told me what he said to her when he realized that he couldn't fight it. He said that he never wanted it to end. Keller and Galen... they both were willing to give up their love to save the world, but they ended up together, anyway. Soulmates are destined to be together, and no matter how hard you try, you know you can't fight this. We blong together.
Schuyler could see that Prince Ramakrishna was shaking his head in protest. He was being stubborn and she really didn't like that.
I can fight this. We can fight this. I can forget you. I want to forget you, because I-I don't want this, Schuyler Redfern. I don't want you, his mental voice whispered, but his voice sounded extremely weak and distant.
Yes, you do, Schuyler whispered and then without thinking, her lips brushed against his, and then they were kissing. And to her surprise, he kissed her back with more passion than she had ever felt before. She fell into his arms and he unwillingly(partly willingly) held onto her. And then they were falling... literally. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, and the most exhilerating. That is when she realized that she was in his mind.
She could see what he was seeing and feel what he was feeling. A picture came into his mind and then she saw it, too. The picture was of a little boy and of a man that looked to be his father. It was Prince Ramakrishna and his father, King Krishna, leader of the darkness in the Night World(one of Hunter Redfern's followers) and Ramakrishna was only five. His father was standing over him and five year old Ramakrishna was standing over an unconscious girl's body. The little boy looked sad. Schuyler couldn't say that she liked it.
"Well, what are you waiting for you an incompetent little brat? Kill her," King Krishna demanded, glaring at his son.
The little boy shivered as a single tear ran down his cheek. Schuyler's heart ached at the picture.
I'm so sorry, she whispered.
Prince Ramakrishna didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. Schuyler could feel what he was feeling. He was feeling hurt and anger. He wished for a father that loved him. He wanted a father that loved him. And she could feel that longing that she had felt only moments ago--- a longing to be loved and to be held and to be accepted without having to prove himself.
I can give you that, Schuyler promised.
No, you can't. No one can. I don't need anyone, and I certaintly don't need a witch girl.
Stop fighting it, Schuyler begged. You're making this harder than it has...
Her thought was cut short by an ear-splitting scream. She could feel herself jump and out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Prince Ramakrishna was cringing. She could even see tears welling in his once harsh baby blues, but his eyes were now distant and carried the look of disappear. Her heart ached at the sight. It was the worst feeling she had ever felt and she couldn't imagine ever having to live through the kinds of things Prince Ramakrishna had to live through.
You know, I can still hear your thoughts, and I don't need your sympathy, Prince Ramakrishna spat.
Stop trying to fight what's between us, Ramakrishna. We're soulmates.
No we're not, he spat. She could feel his heart and his heart was telling her otherwise. She could feel longing, love, despair, and an aching for something more than he had ever been given in his life. But she could also feel the resitance and the denial. He was trying to fight what he felt. He was being stubborn. He wasn't letting her in all the way and he was attempting to block his thoughts. And it was working. And it hurt.
Just let me in, Schuyler's mental voice begged.
I'm never going to let anyone in. I have no reason to. So, get out of my head, Redfern, or I'll have to force you out, he spat, though he knew he was lying to himself. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her, let alone bite her.
I can still hear your thoughts. I can feel your pain, Ramakrishna. You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here for you, her mental voice reassured him.
No, you're not. Nobody ever has been. No one ever will be. Stop lying and just walk away now. I don't want to have to hurt you.
Minutes ago, you were willing to kill me, Schuyler thought. Don't tell me that that doesn't signify that there is really something between us. Whether you like it or not, Ramakrishna, we are soulmates.
Prince Ramakrishna wasn't giving in. He couldn't give in. He could never love anyone. He would only get hurt in return.
Stop fighting it. Just give in, Schuyler pleaded.
But Prince Ramakrishna... he just argued.
They sat like that, arguing for hours, until Schuyler heard a bell that distracted her, giving Ramakrishna the opportunity to pull away. He was hesitant at first, but the stubborn part of him allowed him to pull away. He knew he should kill Schuyler, but something wasn't letting him. Right now, he just really wanted to hit something.
Schuyler felt an ache in her chest, a powerful ache, as Prince Ramakrishna pulled away from her. There was still a connection between them, but it wasn't as strong, and the distance made it fade. She could no longer feel his thoughts and she could no longer speak to him telepathically. She knew she was going to lose him and that thought hurt her. She was still so confused about this, but then she realized that maybe Prince Ramakrishna was right. They didn't want this. It wasn't supposed to happen. It was wrong and stupid, not to mention dangerous. Thierry would probably kill her for it... well, not kill her, but punish her in the only way Thierry knew how. Yell, and when Thierry yelled, it gave Schuyler nightmares for days on end. She didn't want to go through that.
"Go," Ramakrishna spat.
Schuyler closed her eyes and then opened them again, a little confused. What?
"What?" she asked, repeating her thought aloud, sounding even more confused than she thought she was.
"I said, go. Someone is coming and if they see you, they aren't going to let you get away. Don't you understand? I'm giving you a chance to live, or would you rather die?" She knew it was a rhetorical question and she wasn't about to dignify the idiot with an answer. Still, she didn't want to go. She wanted to be near him... only, she knew that was stupid.
So, without another word, Schuyler turned and walked away.
And for the oddest reason, the two couldn't figure out why they felt a hole where their heart was supposed to be.
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When Schuyler made her way inside, a couple of teachers told her to go to her corner, meaning the part of the locker room where Jacob was, and change into her costume. When she made her way into the locker room, Schuyler was dazed and confused, but she tried her best to hide it. That wasn't so hard considering she had been burying her emotions her entire life. She just wished she knew what had happened out there. She had heard about the soulmate principle, but she had certainly never believed it. She never thought that it could happen to her. But it had, and with Prince Rasmakrishna out of all people. What was wrong with her? Schuyler pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she noticed the look on Jacob's face. She knew that look. She was in trouble.
"Sanchina Schuyler Scottsdale... where the hell have you been!?" Jacob demanded, his voice sounding more masculine as it got higher. For a gay guy, he had the most masculine voice she had ever heard.
Schuyler put on her best pout and looked up at him with her puppy dog green eyes. No one could resist those green eyes, not even Jacob, as she had stated before. "I'm so sorry, Jakey," she fake whined, putting on a good act by calling him by his nickname that only she was allowed to call him.
Jacob rolled his eyes and then he let out a sigh of defeat.
"It's okay, Sky, but let me tell you, using that puppy dog thing is so not fair!" he complained, but then they both burst out into a fit of laughter and Schuyler grabbed her costume from her locker once everyone else, aside from Jacob, had made their way to the field.
It was five until midnight. It didn't take Schuyler very long to change. Once she was out of her clothes and her dress was on a bench, Schuyler magically applied her attire.
"Let's go," she whispered, shaking her hair out to where it fell past her shoulders once again, only this time it was straight, how it normally was.
Jacob took in a breath. He couldn't help but notice that Schuyler looked breathtakingly beautiful, as usual. He smiled, happy now, more than ever, to have a friend like her, and the two locked arms and made their way outside. Schuyler pushed all thoughts of Prince Ramakrishna to the back of her mind. He wasn't important right now and the sooner she learned that, the better.
When the clock striked twelve, Schuyler and Jacob were called to the center of the football field. All eyes were glued to them, as usual, only this time, no one could remove their eyes. Everyone gasped, taking in both Jacob and Schuyler's appearances.
Jacob was wearing a black suit and his hair was done up. He was wearing a black dress suit tinted with green. The edges of his jacket were gold and on his head was a crown, one that real warlocks wore if they were royality, not that Jacob knew that, but Schuyler did. She had helped him pick it out, after all. Who better to pick a warlock outfit out for a person that an actual witch? His costume was the envy of every guy on the football filed. A few 'ohs' and 'awes' were thrown here and there. Then all eyes locked on Schuyler and there, they remained, awestruck by her presence.
Schuyler smiled, satisfied by the stares everyone was giving her. She could practically feel the envy emanating off them. All the girls were glaring at her, but looking at her wish something not short of complete and utter shock. They had seen her look beautiful, but not this beautiful. Then again, no one had ever seen her in her true element, other than those belonging to Circle Daybreak, of course. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress made of cotton. The dress clung to her hips and brought out her curves. There were red tips at the bottom of the dress and everyone noticed that Schuyler was barefoot. They could see her gorgeous nail polish on her perfect toes. Schuyler's charcoal black hair fell past her shoulders and lay, with not a strand out of place, neatly on her back. On one side, her hair was strewn over her shoulder, the other side hid her hair. She had a broom in her hand(she found it funny that humans thought witches rode brooms--that was farthest thing from the truth, but she thought she'd humor their stories anyway) and on top of her head(instead of the traditional pointy hat, which was also a myth) was a shiny silver tiara with black tips. She looked like a witch goddess, and unbeknownst to most of the school, she actually is one.
"Oh my Goddess," she whispered, as she took in a breath. She was used to people staring at her, but not this many people. And when she turned her head, she hadn't expected to see Prince Ramakrishna standing in the middle of the crowd. Her heart starting racing rapidly in her chest. Suddenly, she felt weak in the knees again, but she ignored the feeling. She couldn't allow herself to fall on her knees in his presence. He didn't want her, and she was trying to convince herself that she didn't want him, either. Though they both knew it was the farthest thing from the truth.
Her gaze was torn from Prince Ramakrishna's as soon as she heard the winner's names over the speaker.
"Sanchina Schuyler Scottsdale and Jacob Lincoln Meyers!" Principal Mabelle shouted, well, more like sing-songed. She, too, was a witch with an almost yellow hair color(bleach blonde), golden eyes, literally, a pixie-like face that made her look a little younger than she actually is, and a petite figure with smooth, pale skin. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like all witches of the Night World.
Schuyler screamed, faking enthusiam, as Jacob pulled her into a tight hug and spun her around a few times.
All the while, her gaze was locked on Prince Ramakrishna's, and then he disappeared. She knew she wasn't going to sleep well tonight.
Her heart ached for him.
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WELL, that is the best I've got for all of you right now. This was a spur of the moment idea. I thought it would be nice to try a book fanfiction. I absolutely adore The Night World Series by LJ Smith. I do not own any of the characters mentioned from her books. However, I do own Schuyler, Jacob, Tyler, Prince Ramakrishna, and his father(who was mentioned in a flashback and will appear later on.) I also own any other characters mentioned that are not mentioned in The Night World Series. I do not own Thierry or Hannah, as you may have guessed already. You do not have to know the Night World Series to read this, but if you plan on reading the series and do not ruin anything for yourself, I suggest you don't read it. Much information about Circle Daybreak and characters from the books will be revealed.
This is a trial run. I may or may not continue with this story, depending on the amount of reviews it will recieve. I normally don't care about reviews, but I won't continue with a story that isn't getting read. I apologize if this is an inconvenience, but I don't ask much of anyone. Read and review. Also, I hope you enjoy.
-xxbloodstainedtearsxxx(Kara)