I've been working on the story since high school and I could not think of series for this to follow, so I put it under The Vampire Diaries. This is its own series and it does not follow any of the characters of The Vampire Diaries. This story is currently under development and needs a lot of work. If you guys see anything that needs improving on or any tips, I would truly accept them. (I will upload the prologue when I have the chance to.) Thank you.
One
Aydet Rivers small almond brown eyes uncovered with uneasiness as she threw herself upright; sweat took off, landing on the brown ebony wood floor. She gasped deeply, hands masking face, unable to breathe. She tried to ease herself, but thanks to the sunrays piercing through the sheer blue curtains, the warmth bathed her skin, relaxing her nerves.
She lays her back against the burgundy headboard, loosening yesterday's stiff muscles from a brutal no holds basketball game. While unwinding, visions flashed like lightning, telling her sixth sense that another murder had occurred late last night. Her lower inners coiled, giving her a sickening feeling that today, something bad was going to happen.
She glance at the vast mirror that stood mid-high on the tan dresser. No comment from the peanut gallery, she knew exactly what she would see; a beautiful, healthy skinny, seventeen-year-old, short dark auburn hair girl.
Although Aydet was a tomboy with a cool and mellow vibe, she's always had a good aura around her that made people like her. She's never seen herself a bitchy girly type, and wasn't planning on changing into one.
Realizing it was the first day of her senior year, she uncovers herself eagerly and stood up, making way for the closet. She stops abruptly to feel a wicked presence skim across her neck. The dark entity, so cold so vile, it stood beside her, breathing her in. It was him, she thought to herself – the one murdering those innocent people.
She turns around swiftly and saw nothing, but her own silhouette stretched in the corner of her room, next to the window she had no memory of opening.
When did I leave the window open? I don't remember opening it last night.
These were the thoughts jumbling in her head. She slapped them away, thinking nothing of it. Maybe Aunt Lucy came in late last night to let the warm air flow through.
A large woof of feather settled at her window; startling her. It was a small bird, slender and matte, staring at her with its single gray eye. The sun shone on it from the side, like silhouette on a flat wall—so flat, it stood motionless like a statue. Aydet moved slightly, its screeching cry nearly made her fall behind the dresser.
She caught balance. Her face bitter; lips pinched in with a clench fist. "What the hell do you want?"
Scaring it seemed impossible. The crow was fearless. It tilts its head in angular way.
Fearlessly she flapped at it, but it didn't nudge, not one bit. Its head stagger sideways, almost examining her. It continues to stare demonically. Aydet could feel the skin in her fist pull forward, her eyes moist and before she knew what she was doing, she had a sandal in her hand.
"I said SHOO!" And she tossed the sandal.
The bird leaps unharmed with a harsh croak of triumph, almost mocking her. Its hefty wings gathered enough noise, it sounded like a flock. Aydet felt embarrassment spill over her. How could she have let a bird mock her in such a way, it felt like a kid had annoyed her?
"Aydet, is that you?" A light voice drifted from the bottom of the staircase.
Aydet glance over her shoulder at the half-open door. "Yeah! That was me."
"Hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold!"
She went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She power-walks into the walk-in closet, sorting through outfits she bundle over the summer through store clearances. She chose to wear dark blue jeans with a plaid button down shirt and black chucks.
She examined herself one last time in the mirror, stroking her hair in a brush-like motion.
"Perfect!" She says to her reflection.
"Aydet! Hurry before you run to school on an empty stomach!" Aunt Lucy shouted. "Aydet! Did you hear me?!"
"I'm coming." Aydet screams.
She stumbles down the stairs but manages to catch herself before completely embarrassing herself. In the kitchen, she flies through a wall of smog, tasting burnt toast while coughing. Somehow, Lucy peers through the smoke.
"Aydet, you're here!" Lucy said hastily. Her hair loosely, pulled back in a ponytail with murk and grease spread nicely over her golden blond, turning black.
The smock finally ceased and Aydet takes a seat at the kitchen table near the wide window that gave her an overview of the modern homes of Richardson Grove.
She watched her aunt work her magic around the kitchen. Aunt Lucy always looked composed while in a sticky situation, with her slim fit size for someone that just turned thirty. She loved to cook. It was one of the many reason she persuade a degree in Culinary Arts.
"First day as a senior, huh?" Aunt Lucy said with a bowl cradle in her arms whipping another batch of eggs with sweat glands gliding alone her thin round face.
"Yeah, and I'm so excited! I just wish my parents were here to share this with me." Aydet replied. She ran her hand through her hair upwards into a small puff in distress.
"I know, but it's going to be okay."
Lucy sits the plate of crumble eggs, two crispy slices of toast, cube slice oranges, and a glass of crystal clear water in front of Aydet. With the fork, she forcefully stabs into the egg, tossing a few in her mouth. It was only three years ago when a supernatural force killed her parents. On edge, she pulled herself together, gently rubbing her neck. Soothing, she thought.
"What about Peter? Any news?" Aydet glances at Lucy.
Lucy gestured her head no. Why wouldn't she be concerned about her brother disappearance? After their parent's death, Peter, her younger brother went missing, after three years with no leads, he was pronounced dead.
After destroying her breakfast, Aydet puts the dishes in the sink and grabs her backpack off the countertop.
"You need a ride?" Lucy offered who was already at the front door with her bag around her shoulder.
"No thanks, Jasmine is picking me up."
"Okay, well, have a good day." Lucy said as she walked out the door.
Aydet watched Lucy get into her car. A whisper called out to her, drawing her attention from the vast rectangular window, to the back door – through the small window she could see the woods behind her house. There, she saw it – wolf grey eyes piercing through the bushes, staring into her soul. The honking of a horn at the front brought Aydet back to reality. When she glance at the back window again, the grey eyes were gone.
The honking continued, until Aydet realized it was Jasmine who was outside trying to get her attention. She locked the front door and made way toward the car. Picking up her pace, her head rocked in thoughts.
By the end of the day, I just know something bad is going to happen.
"Why you say that?" asked the voice in her head.
That voice again. Her sixth sense she hadn't gotten used to. She's constantly fighting with it. It tries to over throne her. It tries to make her submit.
Those endless thought made her zone out to the point, her friend felt concerned as Aydet strode closer to the light blue Honda Civic Coupe. She got into car and was greeted with a familiar voice.
"Are you okay?"
Aydet fixed her glaze on her best friend: Jasmine Johnston. She stared at Aydet, her eyes blank and reflective. Jasmine felt boggled to find the words of comfort her friend. So she just smiled. Aydet mentally shook her troubles and anxieties away.
"Yeah, I'm good. How was your summer?"
"It was okay, but it's not as fun when you're not around. I missed you girl." Jasmine said.
It was mid-June when Aydet last saw Jasmine, her best-friend since the third grade. This summer was longest the two ever spent apart, because they were inseparable – you didn't see one without the other. Even with the recent changes in their lives and the sleepless nights, it was Jasmine, who helped Aydet stay rooted and grounded and continued to go on with her life as if nothing happened.
"I know and I've missed you to Jaz."
"Awww, girl don't get me startled, it's too early. I look too damn good to start crying."
"Whatever Jaz. Let's go, we're already running late."
"Buckle up, bitch!" Jasmine said, reeving her engine.
Aydet's face pinched in bewilderment toward the remark and raised an eyebrow. She couldn't believe it, because this was not Jasmine's usual attitude. Jasmine was always quiet and somewhat a nerdy person. Never said a curse word in her life except for the time Aydet dared in the fifth grade. Other than that, she was pretty much the good girl and a role model to other girls. She didn't worry about having boyfriends; her main focus was homework and studying for exams.
Okay? Who is this imposter and where is my friend? Then again she seems kind of badass. I guess something must've happen during the summer. Aydet said to herself.
Drake Smith watched Aydet from the shadows, under the draping branches of the oak tree across the street from her house. He felt for her safety and wanted to make sure no harm came her way. In some weird way, he felt that he needed to protect her from the evil that's been lurking in the large town. Lately, his senses been off the chart. He knew evil was around, back in his hometown, but he couldn't pinpoint the source.
He heard the screeching croak of the same crow that integrated Aydet earlier, wheeling around him with its hefty sharp pointed wings. Trailing his attention away from the Honda, he used his powers to get into the crow's mind, and made it crash through the top branches of the oak tree that was front of Aydet's house.
Drake knew it had to be one of his brother's crow. It's been three centuries since he last saw his older brother. Why now, pick an important time in his life to manipulate him, he thought to himself.
The crow emerged, intact, wings pin to its side. It stood motionless again, eyeing Drake sinister-like.
Drake exhaled softly, twirling his black leather jacket behind his shoulder. "I will find you soon, brother."
Like a whisper in the wind, Drake vamp-speed out of sight, making his way for Springs Town High School, and toward his objective for the day: finding Aydet.