Okay, so here's my story 'Feeling Blue'. It's a night world fanfic so most of the things in her belong to L. J. Smith (ex. Redfern, soulmate, circle daybreak, wild power, etc.) I only own Angelina Kelly and all her friends. I rate this T (for now). This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh, but I'd love to have your reviews. Enjoy! (I hope :)

APOV
Angel! Angel wait up! I can't run in these heels!

I stopped and waited for Lily to catch up to me, it wasn't my fault I walking so fast, I knew I was going to be the last one showing up for lunch and the later I was , the madder Kyle would be. Kyle was the rudest most obnoxious boy I had ever met, but he also happened to be insanely rich. My parents had forced me to date Kyle Redfern for 3 years and I'm supposed to marry him in a couple years. I shuddered at the hideous thought of becoming Mrs. Kyle Redfern. Lily finally caught up to me and was panting next to me. She began running her fingers through her chestnut curls and reached down into her purse and pulled out a compact. She stared at herself in the tiny mirror and applied more cherry lipstick to her already bright red lips and then let out a small shriek.

"What?" I asked turning to her and watching her wave her hand frantically like it was a fan.

"I… I think that… I think I might of sweat in my new dress!" She said trying not to cry for the sake of her mascara.

I examined her purple dress ruefully. The lilac silk clung to her every curve with a plum ribbon wrapped around her waist; there was no trace of sweat that I could find. After a second of searching her dress for sweat marks Lily started clicking her compact open and close causing me to almost lose my temper. I had a very bad temper, but I was used to keeping it in, if I didn't I'd be toast.

"Angel!" Lily shrieked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, right, you look fine Lily, no sweat. By the way are those new shoes?" I asked painting a smile on my face.

"Yes! Thanks for noticing. I bought them because I thought they were so much nicer then my other pair, you know the pair with the ribbons? I thought that they would match my dress better and I could…"

That was when I started drowning her out. Her useless chatter was starting to bug me. I wish that I could ditch her and go hang out with someone who didn't talk about themselves 24/7 but of course I couldn't my parents would never allow it. Just like they'd picked my boy friend they'd also picked my friends. Lily Everstar was a fashion fanatic and hardly ever left me alone. I vaguely realized that we had entered the cafeteria but it wasn't until my I saw Kyle's face that I noticed that almost the whole cafeteria had gone silent. His black hair was gelled back and to anyone else it he would look handsome and charming but to me he just looked slimy and greasy. He was dressed in black and white and was wearing one of his many leather jackets. It made me sick that he wore leather every day, I felt so bad for all the cows that had died so that he could look like a 'bad boy' as he put it. His blue eyes met my brown eyes and it took all my might to keep my gaze steady. Suddenly the atmosphere changed as Kyle patted the spot next to him. Everyone went back to talking to their friends and no one (but me) thought twice about the tension that had been present a moment ago.

I sat beside Kyle and pretended to be delighted when he held my hand. His hands were sweaty and felt disgusting against my clean soft ones.

"Hey Angel" Kyle said.

"Hello Kyle" I replied politely.

"I don't like your hair today" He said as if commenting on the weather. He pulled a strand of my strawberry blonde hair out from my loose bun and stared at it as if it would look better from a different angle.

"I like it better the way you had it yesterday, in a pony tail with a couple strands hanging out the front. You looked less ugly."

I smiled at him and faked gratitude.

"Oh thank you Kyle! I'm glad you told me that so I can look better for tomorrow. Oh Kyle, what would I do without you?" I hoped he couldn't hear the sarcasm that had accidentally slipped into my voice.

"So, Angel, what are you doing tonight?"

I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Yes! I thought. Tonight I was sleeping over Lily and Amy at Lily's house and I would be able to finally get away from Kyle.

"I'm sleeping over with Amy and Lily." I told him.

"At who's house?" He asked raising one of his thick black brows.

"At Lily's" I replied automatically.

"Oh." He said and then turned to Lily and put his hand under her chin so that he could look her straight in the eye. Lily looked a bit uncomfortable but didn't break eye contact.

"You don't mind if I take Angel out for a bit before the sleepover, do you Lily?" He said in his most persuasive voice.

Lily suddenly relaxed and smiled brightly showing her dimples.

"No problem. Take all the time you need."

I felt my spirits sink.

"So, Angel you'll ride home with me and I'll drive you to Lily's later. Sound good?"

He didn't even wait for my answer before he put his arm around and lifted me out of my seat.

"What the hell?" I asked as he slung me over his shoulder and started for the exit.

"We're ditching" He smirked as he put me down in front of his shiny black Porsche

"Get in." He ordered.

I buckled myself in and the moment my seat belt clicked we were driving (far too fast to be safe) down the highway. He made a sharp turn and suddenly we were driving into his commercial style mansion. There were three floors visible but I knew there were two floors under the ground. Lining the path to the wrought iron gates in front of the house were palm trees which I knew hid security cameras. Behind the house you could just make out the helicopter landing pad and a glint of the huge pool in the backyard. As we approached the gates Kyle punched in the pin code into the small security box and a deep tenor voice said:

"Welcome to the Redfern Mansion. Please name yourself."

"It's Kyle" Kyle said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Oh yes! Master Kyle, welcome back. I'm surprised to see you back so soon. Don't you have school?"

"Shut up and let us through." Kyle growled.

"Certainly sir, I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Please excuse my rudeness."

"Idiot" Kyle muttered.

As the gates slowly opened Kyle drove to the front of the mansion and we both exited the car as a man dressed in a black suit came, took Kyle's keys and drove the car to the back parking lot.

Kyle grasped my hand as we entered and pulled me toward his father's study. When we entered Kyle's dad Dean's office I noticed he was working on yet another ride for the amusement park. Kyle's parents, Dean and Diane were very rich because they owned a very successful amusement park. It was called "Black Iris Park" and was filled with rides, cafés and entertainment. I wasn't allowed in though, you had to be born into a famous family or be rich to go, or at least that was what I've been told.

"Why are we here?" I whispered in Kyle's ear.

Instead of answering me he turned to his dad and said loudly:

"Father, you wanted to see me."

"Ah yes," Dean said with a crooked grin. "We are interviewing wit- I mean palm readers and fortune tellers for a new segment in the park." He exchanged an amused glance Kyle and then turned to me.

"Angelina, you can help us decided which one is the most… entertaining."

"Yes sir" At my response we ventured to the sitting room where there were couches faced in a half circle facing the other side of the room where there was a single wooden chair placed behind an antique coffee table.

Dean sat down on the linen couch while Kyle and sat down together on the love seat. Shortly after we were joined by Diane, with her corn silk hair up in a bun, who was being followed by as stooped over old lady sporting a cane. She was dressed in tattered clothes and coughed as she walked. She sat down on the wooden chair and Diane sat down beside Dean.

"Who are you?" Diane said in her high soprano voice.

"Katherine the fourth" She replied curtly. "I am her because I was asked if I-"

"We know why you're here, you old bat" Kyle interrupted startling me "Now show me something interesting before you get dust on the floor"

The woman took a crystal ball out of her bag and lightly dusted dust off the top. Inside the clear ball there were weird splotches of some substance that looked like ink. She rolled the ball around her hand for a minute before setting it down on a small glass plate which she had just produced from a colorful woven bag she had brought with her. Once most of the ink had dripped to the bottom of the ball the lady squinted at the ink as if she was seeing something supernatural. She slowly turned to me and said in a gravelly voice:

"You will marry the man beside you and will have seven beautiful children with flaming red hair and purple eyes. You will name them Jane, Janet, Janice, Jupiter, Jamie, Julie and Julia. You will live to the age of 96 and will die peacefully in your sleep."

I looked beside me to see Kyle tight lipped and trying to hold back a smile. Suddenly I couldn't suppress the urge any longer and I burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Once I began to laugh Kyle joined in with a very forced sounding laugh and I immediately fell silent.

"Get out." Dean said in a cold voice. "We don't take kindly to fakers here."

"No! You're never going to find witch as good as me! I'm the best around!"" The lady screeched.

"Wanna bet?" A voice in the doorway asked. In the arch of the door a young woman stood smiling at us. She was about the same height as Diane except instead of pale luxurious skin this woman had skin like coffee and cream. Her unseeing eyes were fixed on us in the sitting room and while the stooped old lady marched out the door dragging her bag on the ground, this woman sat elegantly down on the wooden chair in front of us.

'How did you get in?" Diane asked sharply.

"The gates were left open and the servant was cleaning a black car out back"

She then smirked at Kyle as if she knew exactly who had left the gates open and who's car the servant was attending to. Kyle looked uneasy.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Aradia" She answered.

Aradia. What a beautiful name.

"No." Dean said. "You… you can't be."

"Really? But that would mean that you can't be Dean Redfern. Of course I'm Aradia and it's a pleasure to meet you sir." She said this with a mocking grin and then very deliberately she stretched out a slender hand and shook Dean's hand. I noticed him eyeing a ring on her finger with a picture of a black dahlia on it. Dean seemed to gulp and then he suddenly brightened. He gave her a challenging look and said:

"Well Aradia, show us what you will, but do not forget… we do not take kindly to Day breakers."

"Do not fret Mr. Redfern, for I am still only a circle twilight, and have no ambition to join another circle just yet."

Kyle seemed to stiffen at her words but he too gradually began to relax like his father.

"Ah, you." She said pointing to me. "I will use her for my demonstration Master Kyle and for obvious reasons" She said risking a glance at Kyle who was looking frightened. Am I dreaming? Kyle Redfern frightened, ha!

Aradia then grasped my hands and traced the lines in my palms with her index finger and whispered some strange word under her breath. Her head snapped up and she looked Kyle straight in the eye.

"Love cannot be forced. Another's heart cannot be possessed or stolen, it must be given by one's own free will. She will never take your heart and when the time comes her heart will get lost at sea."

"What?" I asked shocked.

Kyle looked very angry, he stood from our chair and clenched his fists. He looked about ready to hit Aradia. As he raised his fists I made a split second decision and jumped between Kyle and Aradia. As Kyle's fist contacted with my chest I heard a sharp crack and felt an odd splintering sensation on my left side. Heat seemed to pour out from this spot and though at first the heat felt nice, like sitting by a warm fire, it quickly progressed to feel like molten lava pouring down my side. The tears started to stream down my face but Kyle didn't seem to care. Once he realized that I had tried to stop him from hitting the woman who had fired his temper he hit me again in the gut and this time I coughed up blood. Everything turned bright red and somebody screamed. It took me a moment to realize it had been me who had screamed. I felt myself falling down a dark tunnel and I could barely feel myself being hoisted into someone's arms and then being rushed into the night.

So what do you think? I don't know what's good and what's bad so please review so that I know that someone has read this and so that I keep going. Please send me ideas too! Thanks for reading! Love you!

-Katie