The Vespers Series
Volume 1- Siren
Based on & Sequel to the Book "Vespers: A Deviants Novel" By Jeff Sampson
Disclaimer: Original Concept by Jeff Sampson
You don't have to have read the book to read this!
Story By Shunkun and Akke
Summary from the book:
"Emily Webb is a geek. And she's happy that way. Content hiding under hoodies and curling up to watch old horror flicks, she's never been the kind of girl who sneaks out for midnight parties. And she definitely not the kind of girl who starts fights or flirts with other girl's boyfriends. Until one night Emily finds herself doing exactly that…the same night one of her classmates-also named Emily- is found mysteriously murdered.
The thing is, Emily doesn't know why she's doing any of this. By day, she's the same old boring Emily, but by night, she turns into a thrill seeker. With every nightfall, Emily gets wilder until it's not just her personality that changes. Her body can do things it never could before: Emily is not strong, fast, and utterly fearless. And soon Emily realizes that she's not just coming out of her shell...there's something much bigger going on. Is she bewitched by the soul of the other, murdered Emily? Or is Emily Webb becoming something else entirely- something not human?
As Emily hunts for answers, she find out that she's not the only one this is happening to- some of her classmates are changing as well. Who is turning these teens into monsters- and how many will they kill to get what they want?"
First Chapter
"Sup, Em?" said Spencer, wrapping his hand around me, Emily Webb. "No PDA, Spencer…" I said, blushing. I was the "other Emily" to my classmates. Well, for not much longer (Gulp), if Nighttime Emily got her way. Oh, let me explain. Let's start with this. I'm a werewolf.
It all started when this girl- Emily Cooke died. That's when Nighttime Emily began appearing. Every night a little after 8:00, I felt sick to my stomach, cringed, and rose as blood-thirsty, adrenaline-pumped party teen emerged. And she did whatever the hell she wanted with my curvy, sweatshirt-engulfed virgin body. She jumped off of moving cars, licked boys' cheeks, and drugged my BF Megan's milkshakes. But it gets spooky. After a drunken night partying jock football players' laps with my older stepsister Dawn, the taken boy, Dalton McKinnley, whose face and lap I had adorned had also been shot. That same night, I transformed into a werewolf. I learned he and Emily Cooke were too like me. They gained immense adrenaline at night, leading them to be hunted as Vespers. And there was more out there too- a handsom he-wolf and computer geek, Spencer. When I was in werewolf form, I sensed him as my mate, and chased his sent threw the school and the woods. We together hunted and tore apart the murderer of our fellow vespers, a man from the suspicious labs of BioZenneth, a supposed "agricultural institute". There are many of us still out there, poor lonely Vespers ashamed of their powers. Psychs, Werewolves, and who knows what else.
I realized I had spaced out and Spencer was whispering over my shoulder. "Hellooo? Earth to Em?". "What?". "We gotta go! Amy's gonna yell at us if we're late!" He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me behind him. "Aren't you the one who said you were starving?" "Oh, right." As those words left his lips I was immediately hungry as a wolf (no pun intended). Spencer, Amy, and I were getting burgers to celebrate the end of the dreaded school week. We had started this weekly tradition last Friday. [/\/\: If you haven't noticed, right now I'm starving in my math class before lunch: /\/\] Oh, I forgot to explain Amy's presence. She's a Psych and a Vesper like me, a clique drawn teen out of a set of Latino triplets. I could just imagine her sitting in her car; windows rolled down and black locks flying everywhere cursing my name because of my lateness. She's my former enemy, you see. Before we were two of a kind, I was to her a slut in baggy clothing (hence the boy licking [Nighttime Emily]). Now we're somewhat...allies. I'm working on the friendship thing. Spencer continued to drag me to his truck, opening the passenger door for me. I climbed up into the monstrous Toyota, tugging my Jansport backpack on the the dashboard.