So in any case this is one of my better attempts at writing fanfiction in
this area. No not all of these characters (or for that matter their world)
are mine. Yes it is a pity. Not too sure about pairings or even when it
takes place. Review please. I'd like to know if anyone thinks its worth
continuing. And what you think should happen next. I'm open to ideas (I
have a few of my own but they haven't really taken form yet).
*End of Peace-Chapter 1-The Wrong Choice*
Staring at a computer screen with her name and the date at the top was not what Nat wanted to be doing on her Friday night. Not even close to what she wanted be doing. But she needed to write her scholarship essay soon, and it would really be best to get it out of the way now. But the words weren't flowing and before she knew it she had picked up the phone and dialed Hannah.
She and Hannah hadn't really been close since freshman year, but they still talked every once in a while, and Hannah would be doing something tonight. Something that would distract Nat from her constant worries about the future simply because it was guaranteed to be different then Nat's normal Friday night routine of going to Lina's Cafe with her friends or chilling with her boyfriend Eric. These thoughts had been running through her mind since she had glanced at an old picture of Hannah on her desk when she had sat down almost an hour before to get to work.
"Hey, Hannah? It's me Nat."
"Oh, hi."
She sounded confused, and Nat realized that they hadn't really talked in a few months. Not since Hannah had hooked up with that wierd guy and gone kind of goth.
"So...um, what are you doing tonight? Cuz I realized we haven't hung out in awhile and I missed you, and I really don't want to stay in and write this essay tonight."
"Well good to know I still rate above an essay. I'm going to a party. I don't know if it's your scene, but you could always come and see. I'll pick you up in a few minutes if you're interested, but we need to hurry. I was on my way out the door when you called."
"Sorry. That sounds great, though."
"Ok. Pick you up in a few."
"Wait. What should I wear?"
"I dunno. Whatever you want. It's a pretty diverse crowd. Well see you soon."
"Kay. Bye."
Putting down the phone, Nat decided she needed to change. Hannah's crowd was always really big on being "unique" and she wanted to fit in. So, she went to her closet, and searched for something suitable. She finally decided on her beloved black corset top, a floaty calf length white skirt, and her black and white rose cameo necklace and earrings. She put her dark brown hair back in a loose bun, put on a little eyeshadow and lip gloss, and was strapping on some heels when she heard a car honk. With one shoe only half on and a purse in hand she ran out the doors, pausing only to shout to her parents that she was going out and grab a white rose from the vase in the hall to stick in her hair.
She got in Hannah's white Volvo and made small talk. They complimented each other's outfits, and talked about mutual friends for as long as they could. But then conversation lapsed into a somewhat awkward silence as both girls contemplated what more they had in common. Finally Hannah broke the silence.
"Listen, Nat...It's a wierd party we're going to. And I may want you to leave before you want to. So if I say we should go, we should go, and I'll explain later."
"What do you mean wierd? Is it just wierd people like you or is it dangerous? Are there people doing drugs or something that makes them lose control?"
"Well no it's just...they're vampires. I know you probably don't believe me, but it's true, and if you're around too late you might be dinner."
"And you won't be?"
"Well, no. Jaylen protects me. Do you understand?"
"Actually, yes. That guy I dated last year was trying to be a vampire hunter. So I'm actually pretty familiar with the whole thing. These aren't some of your more peaceful and controlled vamps I take it?"
Nat thought that perhaps mentioning Robert had been a mistake. She had broken up with him almost as soon as she had found out. Granted she hadn't really cared that much about him. But she still didn't want to lose someone else to power.
"No. But they're not bad to hang around with usually. I wouldn't mention knowing a hunter though. That might get you in trouble."
"Ok."
There was another long silence in which each girl contemplated the conversation. Nat was particularly disturbed. She regretted that she didn't trust Hannah enough to tell her the truth about how she knew about vampires. And she was kind of anxious about seeing people with power again. It might make her regret what she had given up.
Before long they pulled up outside a large house on Lakeland Ave. There were a lot of cars and music was pouring from the house. It looked like any party. Nat couldn't feel any power signatures anymore but she thought it would probably be strong here. The door opened as they got to it and Nat followed Hannah inside the crowded room. Hannah went straight towards a guy on the other side of the room and pulled Nat over to meet him.
"Jaylen, this is my friend Nathalie. Nathalie, this is Jaylen."
"Hi. I prefer Nat actually. Do you know where a bathroom is?"
"Nice to meet you. I think there's one down the hall and to the right." He said, looking at Nat, with an odd expression on his face. She hadn't shaken his hand, or met his eye, and he wondered if she had something to hide.
"Do you need me to go with you Nat?" Hannah asked, sounding a bit confused herself. Nat was usually more friendly than this, and she was worried something was wrong.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll catch up with you later, ok?"
And with that last hurried comment Nat was heading towards the hall. She was hoping to God that Jaylen didn't recognize her. The last time they had met she had been calling himself Taleen and they had not parted on good terms. In fact, as she recalled she had disappeared after laughing at him. More specifically laughing at his swearing that he would kill her if it was the last thing he ever did.
With her thoughts on what she on her impending doom she failed to see the man in front of her. So she managed to be more than a little disturbed when she found herself slamming into him. Shaking her head a few times in a haphazard attempt to clear her thoughts she looked up at him. He was attractive. Then again, what vampire wasn't?
"I'm sorry. I was looking for the bathroom."
"I like your necklace."
"That doesn't really help me find the bathroom, but thanks anyway."
And she started to push past him. She thought she remembered who this one was. Nikolas. And she'd run into him before too. Suddenly her essay was seeming very appealing. And she was beginning to really regret coming out with Hannah. After all she had done to avoid power and magic and lead a normal human life, here she was surrounded by a group of people who had more than ample reason to kill her. If they ever realized who she was. And she really hoped they wouldn't.
"Do I know you?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
This was not good. This was in fact very very bad. He was moving out of idle speculation over something familiar about her into actually placing her in his memories. And the way his hand was brushing her skin, lightly rubbing her necklace was, to say the least, disturbing.
"I'm sure. You don't know me. At all. Never met me. I've never been to a bash throughout my entire boring completely normal human existence."
She thought she might have overdone it a bit there. A lot actually. But she never had managed to totally cure herself of that tendency to babble when she was afraid. And while she could physically tell a lie now, she still couldn't quite make herself do it. And now the light was dawning. She could tell. He had just figured it out.
*End of Peace-Chapter 1-The Wrong Choice*
Staring at a computer screen with her name and the date at the top was not what Nat wanted to be doing on her Friday night. Not even close to what she wanted be doing. But she needed to write her scholarship essay soon, and it would really be best to get it out of the way now. But the words weren't flowing and before she knew it she had picked up the phone and dialed Hannah.
She and Hannah hadn't really been close since freshman year, but they still talked every once in a while, and Hannah would be doing something tonight. Something that would distract Nat from her constant worries about the future simply because it was guaranteed to be different then Nat's normal Friday night routine of going to Lina's Cafe with her friends or chilling with her boyfriend Eric. These thoughts had been running through her mind since she had glanced at an old picture of Hannah on her desk when she had sat down almost an hour before to get to work.
"Hey, Hannah? It's me Nat."
"Oh, hi."
She sounded confused, and Nat realized that they hadn't really talked in a few months. Not since Hannah had hooked up with that wierd guy and gone kind of goth.
"So...um, what are you doing tonight? Cuz I realized we haven't hung out in awhile and I missed you, and I really don't want to stay in and write this essay tonight."
"Well good to know I still rate above an essay. I'm going to a party. I don't know if it's your scene, but you could always come and see. I'll pick you up in a few minutes if you're interested, but we need to hurry. I was on my way out the door when you called."
"Sorry. That sounds great, though."
"Ok. Pick you up in a few."
"Wait. What should I wear?"
"I dunno. Whatever you want. It's a pretty diverse crowd. Well see you soon."
"Kay. Bye."
Putting down the phone, Nat decided she needed to change. Hannah's crowd was always really big on being "unique" and she wanted to fit in. So, she went to her closet, and searched for something suitable. She finally decided on her beloved black corset top, a floaty calf length white skirt, and her black and white rose cameo necklace and earrings. She put her dark brown hair back in a loose bun, put on a little eyeshadow and lip gloss, and was strapping on some heels when she heard a car honk. With one shoe only half on and a purse in hand she ran out the doors, pausing only to shout to her parents that she was going out and grab a white rose from the vase in the hall to stick in her hair.
She got in Hannah's white Volvo and made small talk. They complimented each other's outfits, and talked about mutual friends for as long as they could. But then conversation lapsed into a somewhat awkward silence as both girls contemplated what more they had in common. Finally Hannah broke the silence.
"Listen, Nat...It's a wierd party we're going to. And I may want you to leave before you want to. So if I say we should go, we should go, and I'll explain later."
"What do you mean wierd? Is it just wierd people like you or is it dangerous? Are there people doing drugs or something that makes them lose control?"
"Well no it's just...they're vampires. I know you probably don't believe me, but it's true, and if you're around too late you might be dinner."
"And you won't be?"
"Well, no. Jaylen protects me. Do you understand?"
"Actually, yes. That guy I dated last year was trying to be a vampire hunter. So I'm actually pretty familiar with the whole thing. These aren't some of your more peaceful and controlled vamps I take it?"
Nat thought that perhaps mentioning Robert had been a mistake. She had broken up with him almost as soon as she had found out. Granted she hadn't really cared that much about him. But she still didn't want to lose someone else to power.
"No. But they're not bad to hang around with usually. I wouldn't mention knowing a hunter though. That might get you in trouble."
"Ok."
There was another long silence in which each girl contemplated the conversation. Nat was particularly disturbed. She regretted that she didn't trust Hannah enough to tell her the truth about how she knew about vampires. And she was kind of anxious about seeing people with power again. It might make her regret what she had given up.
Before long they pulled up outside a large house on Lakeland Ave. There were a lot of cars and music was pouring from the house. It looked like any party. Nat couldn't feel any power signatures anymore but she thought it would probably be strong here. The door opened as they got to it and Nat followed Hannah inside the crowded room. Hannah went straight towards a guy on the other side of the room and pulled Nat over to meet him.
"Jaylen, this is my friend Nathalie. Nathalie, this is Jaylen."
"Hi. I prefer Nat actually. Do you know where a bathroom is?"
"Nice to meet you. I think there's one down the hall and to the right." He said, looking at Nat, with an odd expression on his face. She hadn't shaken his hand, or met his eye, and he wondered if she had something to hide.
"Do you need me to go with you Nat?" Hannah asked, sounding a bit confused herself. Nat was usually more friendly than this, and she was worried something was wrong.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll catch up with you later, ok?"
And with that last hurried comment Nat was heading towards the hall. She was hoping to God that Jaylen didn't recognize her. The last time they had met she had been calling himself Taleen and they had not parted on good terms. In fact, as she recalled she had disappeared after laughing at him. More specifically laughing at his swearing that he would kill her if it was the last thing he ever did.
With her thoughts on what she on her impending doom she failed to see the man in front of her. So she managed to be more than a little disturbed when she found herself slamming into him. Shaking her head a few times in a haphazard attempt to clear her thoughts she looked up at him. He was attractive. Then again, what vampire wasn't?
"I'm sorry. I was looking for the bathroom."
"I like your necklace."
"That doesn't really help me find the bathroom, but thanks anyway."
And she started to push past him. She thought she remembered who this one was. Nikolas. And she'd run into him before too. Suddenly her essay was seeming very appealing. And she was beginning to really regret coming out with Hannah. After all she had done to avoid power and magic and lead a normal human life, here she was surrounded by a group of people who had more than ample reason to kill her. If they ever realized who she was. And she really hoped they wouldn't.
"Do I know you?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
This was not good. This was in fact very very bad. He was moving out of idle speculation over something familiar about her into actually placing her in his memories. And the way his hand was brushing her skin, lightly rubbing her necklace was, to say the least, disturbing.
"I'm sure. You don't know me. At all. Never met me. I've never been to a bash throughout my entire boring completely normal human existence."
She thought she might have overdone it a bit there. A lot actually. But she never had managed to totally cure herself of that tendency to babble when she was afraid. And while she could physically tell a lie now, she still couldn't quite make herself do it. And now the light was dawning. She could tell. He had just figured it out.