1 Disclaimer: the concept of night world if not mine, it's LJ Smith's, the
main characters are mine, but any name that seems familiar to u is her's as
well.
2
Note: things written in between *s mean thoughts ~means telepathy.
3 Chapter one
Kandie wrinkled up her nose as she stepped into her own room.
Ok, so it didn't look like this when she had left it this morning, but a lot can happen to a room in a few hours when you shared it with a sister like Granite. She was used to this.
Used to it doesn't mean she had to put up with it though.
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Granite!" she yelled.
"Yea, what?" her sister's voice was laced with boredom.
Kandie turned around to face the girl she's had to live with for 17 years, and put up with as her twin sister.
Hands on hips and foot tapping lightly against the polished pine wood floor, she glared at Granite's gem green eyes, identical to her's.
But the eyes were where the resemblance ended. They were twins, but they weren't identical twins, and the high cheekboned face of her's was exactly the opposite of her sister's dimpled one. Her sister's hair is strawberry blond, where her's is red.
"Ok, ok, I get it." Granite rolled her eyes as she moved towards the door, "I'll clean it up."
Kandie sighed and shook her head as she made her way downstairs.
*I need to relax*, she thought, *and a run would do just that.*
After changing into her running shoes, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Hellhole she called it.
Her legs got into rhythm and she ran effortlessly down the road, and turned to enter the park that was near her house. She loved the park, it had lots of trees around it, and a lake in the middle. Not many people go there so it made a prefect place for running, and for thinking.
She could still remember when her dad use to take her here, when she was little. It was her dad who had taught her to run the proper way, and because of that she is now the best female runner her school had, won many medals in the track area and even been offered scholarships from many colleges.
Her dad would've been proud of her if he was here to see her now, but he wasn't. Kandie really missed her dad, he died when she was 7 years old, in a car crash where the other driver was drunk. That night when the policemen came and told them the news, she and her sister cried together huddled in a corner while their mother screamed at the policemen.
In the midst of all that confusion, she ran. She ran out the door and her mother called out her name, but she didn't respond. She just ran. She felt at that time that she didn't want to do anything but just run, and run, and run, and maybe never come back. But eventually, she had to turn back, turn back to the place where she had once been happy, and now everything would be changed.
After 30 minutes of running, Kandie started to feel the pain in her chest, but she welcomed it. She loved to feel just how far she could push herself. "Why can't you be that way at home, why can't you try harder in other areas than track?" her mother always asked, but for Kandie it never worked that way. Sure she wanted to try harder, but it was just impossible. Track was her life, and the only thing she really cared about, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't care about anything else as much. Nor could she try as hard in other things.
Eventually Kandie couldn't run anymore. She stopped and rested on grass by the lake, watching the green blue waters, the calm green blue waters. *why can't my family life be like that? Why can't it be calm?* Kandie had wondered that many times.
Drawing in a deep breath she moved off the grass, and headed on her way back home.
~~****~~
The setting sun spread patterns of light across the sea as the moon started to rise.
"Ah, there you are my son."
The tall, dark haired Brutus Redfern turned around to face his father.
"Well," said the older man, with a dazzling smile. "It's all ready."
"When are we going to start?" Brutus asked with no emotion in his cold voice.
"You can start collecting humans as soon as you want, remember the dead line is in two weeks."
Devon Redfern started to leave, but as he got to the door, he turned and said, "don't let me down son, as the last of the Redferns, our name depends on this."
"I won't Dad, and you know it."
"Oh, and one more thing."
Brutus waited for the announcement.
"Your cousin has arrived."
~~****~~
"Ok people, ten minutes of stretching."
Kandie loved hearing the voice of her coach early in the morning; it's a much better alternative to her Mum's nagging. That's why Tuesdays are her favorite days. Track meeting, is the best chance for her to leave the Hellhole.
As she did her stretches, she looked around and smiled at her teammates, there's 8 of them all together, and two; Cassie and Michael, were her best friends.
While most of them smiled back at her, there was one person who didn't, Brutus. He's the newest member, but also the best they've got, naturally talented and extremely good-looking. Brutus never smiled or talked to anyone unless he has to. Oh sure, he has friends, and he talks to them, but never anyone else.
His gray eyes looked bottomless and cold, as Kandie tried to get his attention. Their eyes locked for a moment, but nothing changed, he showed no emotion what so ever.
"Ok, you know the routine, let's get started." The coach gave the signal, and everyone started running.
Legs pumping against the tracks, Kandie's athletically built body moved easily across the field.
She looked around and saw everyone ran in twos or threes, chatting together, everyone apart form Brutus.
She ran up beside him, and turned her head as she tried to make small talk.
"Hi." She said cheerfully.
"Hi." Was his one worded reply, cold as always.
"Nice weather today isn't it?"
"Yeah"
"How was your weekend?"
"Fine."
Kandie had no idea what to say next, obviously this person doesn't like to talk. Finally after a long stretch of silence, she tried again.
"Have you seen any good movies lately?"
"No."
"Do you work?"
"No."
"You don't like to talk do you?" she sighed.
"No." his head remained facing the front, his steps not slowing down in anyway.
*I give up*, she thought,* but one-day mysterious guy, I'll get you to talk.*
It was not until after the practice, as she made her way to the changing rooms that she noticed the person sitting on the rises.
2
Note: things written in between *s mean thoughts ~means telepathy.
3 Chapter one
Kandie wrinkled up her nose as she stepped into her own room.
Ok, so it didn't look like this when she had left it this morning, but a lot can happen to a room in a few hours when you shared it with a sister like Granite. She was used to this.
Used to it doesn't mean she had to put up with it though.
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. "Granite!" she yelled.
"Yea, what?" her sister's voice was laced with boredom.
Kandie turned around to face the girl she's had to live with for 17 years, and put up with as her twin sister.
Hands on hips and foot tapping lightly against the polished pine wood floor, she glared at Granite's gem green eyes, identical to her's.
But the eyes were where the resemblance ended. They were twins, but they weren't identical twins, and the high cheekboned face of her's was exactly the opposite of her sister's dimpled one. Her sister's hair is strawberry blond, where her's is red.
"Ok, ok, I get it." Granite rolled her eyes as she moved towards the door, "I'll clean it up."
Kandie sighed and shook her head as she made her way downstairs.
*I need to relax*, she thought, *and a run would do just that.*
After changing into her running shoes, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Hellhole she called it.
Her legs got into rhythm and she ran effortlessly down the road, and turned to enter the park that was near her house. She loved the park, it had lots of trees around it, and a lake in the middle. Not many people go there so it made a prefect place for running, and for thinking.
She could still remember when her dad use to take her here, when she was little. It was her dad who had taught her to run the proper way, and because of that she is now the best female runner her school had, won many medals in the track area and even been offered scholarships from many colleges.
Her dad would've been proud of her if he was here to see her now, but he wasn't. Kandie really missed her dad, he died when she was 7 years old, in a car crash where the other driver was drunk. That night when the policemen came and told them the news, she and her sister cried together huddled in a corner while their mother screamed at the policemen.
In the midst of all that confusion, she ran. She ran out the door and her mother called out her name, but she didn't respond. She just ran. She felt at that time that she didn't want to do anything but just run, and run, and run, and maybe never come back. But eventually, she had to turn back, turn back to the place where she had once been happy, and now everything would be changed.
After 30 minutes of running, Kandie started to feel the pain in her chest, but she welcomed it. She loved to feel just how far she could push herself. "Why can't you be that way at home, why can't you try harder in other areas than track?" her mother always asked, but for Kandie it never worked that way. Sure she wanted to try harder, but it was just impossible. Track was her life, and the only thing she really cared about, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't care about anything else as much. Nor could she try as hard in other things.
Eventually Kandie couldn't run anymore. She stopped and rested on grass by the lake, watching the green blue waters, the calm green blue waters. *why can't my family life be like that? Why can't it be calm?* Kandie had wondered that many times.
Drawing in a deep breath she moved off the grass, and headed on her way back home.
~~****~~
The setting sun spread patterns of light across the sea as the moon started to rise.
"Ah, there you are my son."
The tall, dark haired Brutus Redfern turned around to face his father.
"Well," said the older man, with a dazzling smile. "It's all ready."
"When are we going to start?" Brutus asked with no emotion in his cold voice.
"You can start collecting humans as soon as you want, remember the dead line is in two weeks."
Devon Redfern started to leave, but as he got to the door, he turned and said, "don't let me down son, as the last of the Redferns, our name depends on this."
"I won't Dad, and you know it."
"Oh, and one more thing."
Brutus waited for the announcement.
"Your cousin has arrived."
~~****~~
"Ok people, ten minutes of stretching."
Kandie loved hearing the voice of her coach early in the morning; it's a much better alternative to her Mum's nagging. That's why Tuesdays are her favorite days. Track meeting, is the best chance for her to leave the Hellhole.
As she did her stretches, she looked around and smiled at her teammates, there's 8 of them all together, and two; Cassie and Michael, were her best friends.
While most of them smiled back at her, there was one person who didn't, Brutus. He's the newest member, but also the best they've got, naturally talented and extremely good-looking. Brutus never smiled or talked to anyone unless he has to. Oh sure, he has friends, and he talks to them, but never anyone else.
His gray eyes looked bottomless and cold, as Kandie tried to get his attention. Their eyes locked for a moment, but nothing changed, he showed no emotion what so ever.
"Ok, you know the routine, let's get started." The coach gave the signal, and everyone started running.
Legs pumping against the tracks, Kandie's athletically built body moved easily across the field.
She looked around and saw everyone ran in twos or threes, chatting together, everyone apart form Brutus.
She ran up beside him, and turned her head as she tried to make small talk.
"Hi." She said cheerfully.
"Hi." Was his one worded reply, cold as always.
"Nice weather today isn't it?"
"Yeah"
"How was your weekend?"
"Fine."
Kandie had no idea what to say next, obviously this person doesn't like to talk. Finally after a long stretch of silence, she tried again.
"Have you seen any good movies lately?"
"No."
"Do you work?"
"No."
"You don't like to talk do you?" she sighed.
"No." his head remained facing the front, his steps not slowing down in anyway.
*I give up*, she thought,* but one-day mysterious guy, I'll get you to talk.*
It was not until after the practice, as she made her way to the changing rooms that she noticed the person sitting on the rises.
