One's running from her Lover… Another's hiding from her Husband… The Last is being pursued by her Soulmate… Will these 3 prodigies survive to tell their Tale once it is all over?
Well, I decided to do a little story on the Side, so, here it is!
All the Characters are mine, But the Idea of the Night World belongs to Wonderful Lisa Jane Smith, and that's about it, I think…
Oh, Yeah! By The Way, Please Read And Review! (Can't believe I forgot! The main thing, Really…)
Part 1: - Running
Part 2: - Found
Selena:
Selena ran through the Jungle, her bare feet flying over dead twigs and moss. She had to keep running. She couldn't breath, but she couldn't stop… if she stopped… if she stopped… He'd catch her…
She could hear the panting of her own breath, and sweat dripped down her sides. Her hair came in her face, and she pushed it out of her eyes. A tree suddenly loomed in her path, and she swerved to avoid it, narrowly missing the trunk.
"Ow!" She hissed sharply. Her side was bleeding; it had scratched against a branch, and blood dripped down her sides. Her fear mounted, but she ran on, knowing that there was no hope of ever surviving this night….
Her dress was ripped and in tatters, but she ran on. She could feel him; though he made no sound, and she ran on, knowing he was coming for her… Suddenly, she banged straight into someone, and looked up.
She stopped.
Kali:
Kali slipped through the crowded market, keeping in the shadows. He was there, would always be there; looking for her, and so she had to be careful. She walked to the car park, all the while being cautious, and slid into her car. 15 minutes later, she had arrived at her discreet Condo towered by Gray City-Apartments. She opened the door quietly and entered, one hand in her pocket where the stake was kept.
Dropping her coat and shoes on the floor of the Foyer, She walked up to her bedroom in the apartment where she lived; glancing round nervously, then deposited her bag on the rough wooden bed that she slept on. It was all she could afford in this dump.
Her heart began to slow down. She was safe for now; she hoped. He couldn't find her here. It was supposedly out of her league.
She sat down on the bed; her stomach rumbled, and she went down to the Kitchen, heating some leftover chicken in the microwave. Collecting her Food, she ate in the Dining Room, then went to the Kitchen and washed her hands, stacking the plate in the dishwasher.
Entering the Living Room, she stopped, frozen. Someone was leaning casually against the couch, back to her.
It was Him.
Marietta:
Marietta smiled, and looked up at the guy she was dancing with at the Nightclub. "What's your name?"
He leered, and she shivered. He was one of those rough types, but at least it wasn't Him. "Brandon."
"Brandon. You suit it." She simpered. It gave her a sick feeling to act like that, but she had to. She was pretending to be someone else, and she didn't want to blow her cover.
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" He smirked.
"My parents are out of town, so a night out would be good for me." She fibbed.
"Baby, You made the wrong choice." He gripped her arm, and she winced. It hurt.
"Let go of me!" She squirmed, trying to break free, but he gripped her tighter, and she cried out.
"No-one will care if you shout." he rasped in her ear, "After all, this isn't a Normal Club." She bit her lip hard, trying not to scream, but suddenly Brandon was thrown across the room. She smiled, and turned to face her rescuer, but her heart stopped.
He was Back.
