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Summary: As far as Savannah is concerned she's just an ordinary human. Little does she know she's the final Wild Power. Jahmila Redfern from Circle Daybreak has been sent to protect her, but the Night World are hot on his trail.
Part 1
As far as Savannah was concerned, life was just ordinary, completely normal. Maybe normal wasn't all that interesting, but it suited her perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most, funnest, popular girl in the world, she was average in every way. Ordinary grades, small, brown hair, blue eyes, slender figure. No one special. At least, to the unsuspecting eye.
Celeste Blackthorn watched the girl from a distance as she left school and headed home for the day. She followed at a distance. She could see Malachite Blackbrook catch up with her, she watched as he smiled at her, talked to her for a few minutes, and then walked beside her.
As far as Savannah was concerned, they were her friends. Celeste's nose wrinkled. She hated being nice to vermin, but it was worth it, this time.
Savannah wasn't as ordinary as she appeared to be. She was the Final Wild Power. The Night World were already well aware of her, and it was Celeste and Malachite's job to keep their eye on her, and inform them the minute the fire was awakened.
She wasn't exactly sure if Daybreak were aware of her yet, but there was a new boy Jahmila Redfern, who had been hanging around Savannah a lot. Jahmila was cute, tall, dark-skinned, with an exotic look to him.
There were other girls besides Savannah, prettier, smarter, more popular. Other girls who were Night People at that, and yet, it was Savannah he was interested in.
Was he Daybreak? It was hard to tell. Night World? As far as she was concerned it was her and Malachite alone on this assignment. Had Night World sent a backup. She was confused.
It seemed like Savannah wasn't the only one they had to watch.
* * *
The girl was prettier than he'd expected. Jahmila stood at a distance, discreetly watching her. Savannah. A name that spoke of running freely through the wilds.
She seemed so delicate and fair. He scowled at the Night World boy walking beside her. He seemed as human as she did, fairly small for a guy, dressed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, with long stringy yellow hair.
He wasn't anymore human than Jahmila was himself. It was his duty to protect Savannah. Guard her until her blue fire awakened, hopefully in time enough for the millennium battle.
He needed to convince her Daybreak was the place for her. She would be safe there. But how did he tell a girl who was completely average that she was going to be the final power to save the human world without sounding totally insane?
Something he'd have to work on.
His scowl darkened as he watched another girl run up to Savannah and her friend. She was tall, with a mane of black hair, and from her movements, she was without a doubt a vampire.
He would kill them if necessary. If needed, he would die to protect the girl Savannah.
* * *
Part 2
Savannah sat alone at lunch the next day, wondering where Celeste was. Something was going on with her, and Malachite. She wondered vaguely if they had something going, but whenever they were together they seemed to spend more time arguing with each other than anything else.
She could feel the sensation of eyes on her. For her, it was unusual. She wasn't used to anyone looking at her. She glanced around and saw the new boy, Jahmila Redfern, watching her. He smiled at her, and his dark eyes seemed to light up. He picked up his lunch tray and walked over to her table.
Something about the way he moved fascinated Savannah. He moved with the grace of a jungle cat, smooth and sure, as if he knew he was going to get what he wanted.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.
Savannah shook her head, pushing a strand of brown hair out her eyes. "Go ahead," she said, feeling shy as she watched him sit down. She wasn't used to talking to attractive boys. Jahmila looked almost a little scary and an aura of darkness and something more powerful than she could ever understand seemed to surround him. "So," she said finally. "You're new in town?" Lame, but all she could come up with. Small talk wasn't one of her best qualities.
"Yeah," he said. "I've been around for a while."
"How'd you like Green Acre so far?" she asked.
He smiled at her. He really did have a nice smile. "I like what I see," he said.
Savannah could almost feel herself, blushing. Was it her imagination, or was this gorgeous, mysterious guy actually flirting with her? She had seen him looking at her, and wondered if maybe he was interested. But why would he be interested in her? There were lots of other girls, prettier, smarter than her. She found herself tongue tied, and couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Are you busy tonight?" he asked.
Savannah blinked, coming back to reality. "What? Oh, no, I don't have plans." She was aware she was talking too quickly, but she was starting to get excited. Was he asking her out?
"Well, I was wondering, would you, maybe like to have dinner tonight?"
"That'd be nice, I'd like that," she said, trying hard not to jump up and start dancing with joy. "Where'd you want to go?"
He shrugged. "I thought we'd just try one of the restaurants in town."
Savannah was surprised. "You mean, like a real restaurant?"
He smiled. "Yeah, is that a problem?"
"No, no," she said cheerfully. "It's better than just fries and burgers." She gave him directions to her house.
"I'll come pick you up around seven," he said. "See you then." He stood up and left. Savannah frowned as he left, noticing he hadn't even touched his lunch. She looked around, and saw he had disappeared into the crowd of students.
Oh well. She grinned. It didn't matter. She had a date. What mattered now was finding Celeste. This called for a shopping trip.
* * *
Celeste groaned, as Savannah dragged her into yet another clothes store. She was so much more perkier than usual. As far as she knew, Savannah didn't actually like shopping all that much. And yet, this afternoon, they had been around practically every clothes shop in town, but Savannah couldn't seem to find anything she liked.
"What are you actually looking for?" Celeste asked finally.
"Clothes," Savannah said, holding up a long red evening gown against her.
"That's pretty much a given," Celeste said dryly. "For what? What's the occasion?"
"I have a date tonight and I need something to wear," Savannah said, putting the dress back and reaching for another one.
Celeste's eyebrows raised. Savannah and date didn't usually end up in the same sentence. "Oh? Who with? And why did you not mention this earlier?"
"The new boy, Jahmila. He's really cute," Savannah said brightly, seeming dreamy.
Celeste frowned. Jahmila? Celeste hadn't actually met him yet. She'd seen him watching her once or twice, and the looks he had given her weren't friendly. They were almost warnings. There was a sense of power hanging around him. And it was still impossible to tell if he was good or bad.
She noticed Savannah was looking at her, a frown on her face. "Do you know him?"
Celeste shook her head. "No, but I've seen him around. He looks kind of creepy, are you sure he's not dangerous?"
Savannah's eyebrow raised. "Dangerous? I don't think so. You're probably over reacting. Now help me find something to wear."
After about another half an hour, Celeste finally managed to find a dress Savannah liked. It was long and midnight blue, with a shimmer like starlight. If Savannah hadn't bought it, she would have herself.
Savannah had already gone, and she was left alone, wandering around town, the puzzle of Jahmila still bugging her. He *did* seem creepy. What was he doing showing interest in Savannah? Did he know who she was?
Maybe it was just coincidence. But then again, he's a Redfern, she thought. It's unlikely that it'll be a coincidence.
She didn't recognise the name herself, but maybe Malachite would, maybe he'd find something out from one of his contacts.
But it would have to be soon. Or...
Or what?
Celeste didn't know, but she didn't like the situation.
* * *
Summary: As far as Savannah is concerned she's just an ordinary human. Little does she know she's the final Wild Power. Jahmila Redfern from Circle Daybreak has been sent to protect her, but the Night World are hot on his trail.
Part 1
As far as Savannah was concerned, life was just ordinary, completely normal. Maybe normal wasn't all that interesting, but it suited her perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most, funnest, popular girl in the world, she was average in every way. Ordinary grades, small, brown hair, blue eyes, slender figure. No one special. At least, to the unsuspecting eye.
Celeste Blackthorn watched the girl from a distance as she left school and headed home for the day. She followed at a distance. She could see Malachite Blackbrook catch up with her, she watched as he smiled at her, talked to her for a few minutes, and then walked beside her.
As far as Savannah was concerned, they were her friends. Celeste's nose wrinkled. She hated being nice to vermin, but it was worth it, this time.
Savannah wasn't as ordinary as she appeared to be. She was the Final Wild Power. The Night World were already well aware of her, and it was Celeste and Malachite's job to keep their eye on her, and inform them the minute the fire was awakened.
She wasn't exactly sure if Daybreak were aware of her yet, but there was a new boy Jahmila Redfern, who had been hanging around Savannah a lot. Jahmila was cute, tall, dark-skinned, with an exotic look to him.
There were other girls besides Savannah, prettier, smarter, more popular. Other girls who were Night People at that, and yet, it was Savannah he was interested in.
Was he Daybreak? It was hard to tell. Night World? As far as she was concerned it was her and Malachite alone on this assignment. Had Night World sent a backup. She was confused.
It seemed like Savannah wasn't the only one they had to watch.
* * *
The girl was prettier than he'd expected. Jahmila stood at a distance, discreetly watching her. Savannah. A name that spoke of running freely through the wilds.
She seemed so delicate and fair. He scowled at the Night World boy walking beside her. He seemed as human as she did, fairly small for a guy, dressed in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, with long stringy yellow hair.
He wasn't anymore human than Jahmila was himself. It was his duty to protect Savannah. Guard her until her blue fire awakened, hopefully in time enough for the millennium battle.
He needed to convince her Daybreak was the place for her. She would be safe there. But how did he tell a girl who was completely average that she was going to be the final power to save the human world without sounding totally insane?
Something he'd have to work on.
His scowl darkened as he watched another girl run up to Savannah and her friend. She was tall, with a mane of black hair, and from her movements, she was without a doubt a vampire.
He would kill them if necessary. If needed, he would die to protect the girl Savannah.
* * *
Part 2
Savannah sat alone at lunch the next day, wondering where Celeste was. Something was going on with her, and Malachite. She wondered vaguely if they had something going, but whenever they were together they seemed to spend more time arguing with each other than anything else.
She could feel the sensation of eyes on her. For her, it was unusual. She wasn't used to anyone looking at her. She glanced around and saw the new boy, Jahmila Redfern, watching her. He smiled at her, and his dark eyes seemed to light up. He picked up his lunch tray and walked over to her table.
Something about the way he moved fascinated Savannah. He moved with the grace of a jungle cat, smooth and sure, as if he knew he was going to get what he wanted.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.
Savannah shook her head, pushing a strand of brown hair out her eyes. "Go ahead," she said, feeling shy as she watched him sit down. She wasn't used to talking to attractive boys. Jahmila looked almost a little scary and an aura of darkness and something more powerful than she could ever understand seemed to surround him. "So," she said finally. "You're new in town?" Lame, but all she could come up with. Small talk wasn't one of her best qualities.
"Yeah," he said. "I've been around for a while."
"How'd you like Green Acre so far?" she asked.
He smiled at her. He really did have a nice smile. "I like what I see," he said.
Savannah could almost feel herself, blushing. Was it her imagination, or was this gorgeous, mysterious guy actually flirting with her? She had seen him looking at her, and wondered if maybe he was interested. But why would he be interested in her? There were lots of other girls, prettier, smarter than her. She found herself tongue tied, and couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Are you busy tonight?" he asked.
Savannah blinked, coming back to reality. "What? Oh, no, I don't have plans." She was aware she was talking too quickly, but she was starting to get excited. Was he asking her out?
"Well, I was wondering, would you, maybe like to have dinner tonight?"
"That'd be nice, I'd like that," she said, trying hard not to jump up and start dancing with joy. "Where'd you want to go?"
He shrugged. "I thought we'd just try one of the restaurants in town."
Savannah was surprised. "You mean, like a real restaurant?"
He smiled. "Yeah, is that a problem?"
"No, no," she said cheerfully. "It's better than just fries and burgers." She gave him directions to her house.
"I'll come pick you up around seven," he said. "See you then." He stood up and left. Savannah frowned as he left, noticing he hadn't even touched his lunch. She looked around, and saw he had disappeared into the crowd of students.
Oh well. She grinned. It didn't matter. She had a date. What mattered now was finding Celeste. This called for a shopping trip.
* * *
Celeste groaned, as Savannah dragged her into yet another clothes store. She was so much more perkier than usual. As far as she knew, Savannah didn't actually like shopping all that much. And yet, this afternoon, they had been around practically every clothes shop in town, but Savannah couldn't seem to find anything she liked.
"What are you actually looking for?" Celeste asked finally.
"Clothes," Savannah said, holding up a long red evening gown against her.
"That's pretty much a given," Celeste said dryly. "For what? What's the occasion?"
"I have a date tonight and I need something to wear," Savannah said, putting the dress back and reaching for another one.
Celeste's eyebrows raised. Savannah and date didn't usually end up in the same sentence. "Oh? Who with? And why did you not mention this earlier?"
"The new boy, Jahmila. He's really cute," Savannah said brightly, seeming dreamy.
Celeste frowned. Jahmila? Celeste hadn't actually met him yet. She'd seen him watching her once or twice, and the looks he had given her weren't friendly. They were almost warnings. There was a sense of power hanging around him. And it was still impossible to tell if he was good or bad.
She noticed Savannah was looking at her, a frown on her face. "Do you know him?"
Celeste shook her head. "No, but I've seen him around. He looks kind of creepy, are you sure he's not dangerous?"
Savannah's eyebrow raised. "Dangerous? I don't think so. You're probably over reacting. Now help me find something to wear."
After about another half an hour, Celeste finally managed to find a dress Savannah liked. It was long and midnight blue, with a shimmer like starlight. If Savannah hadn't bought it, she would have herself.
Savannah had already gone, and she was left alone, wandering around town, the puzzle of Jahmila still bugging her. He *did* seem creepy. What was he doing showing interest in Savannah? Did he know who she was?
Maybe it was just coincidence. But then again, he's a Redfern, she thought. It's unlikely that it'll be a coincidence.
She didn't recognise the name herself, but maybe Malachite would, maybe he'd find something out from one of his contacts.
But it would have to be soon. Or...
Or what?
Celeste didn't know, but she didn't like the situation.
* * *