Hi everybody! This is Wolfy here with my new story! Yay! So, onto the first chapter!
Chapter 1
I settled into my seat on the plane. My mother and I were going to Scotland to get over my father's death. As the plane took off I set up my laptop and popped in a movie, for the rest of the flight I contented myself with watching Easy A. Finally the plane touched down.
We were here.
I suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? Well my name is Charcoal Delver. I have green that depending on the light can be light or dark and long honey-blonde hair. At the moment my hair had bright pink streaks. I have a tallish, willowy figure and I love to paint.
I grabbed my bags and ran up the stairs to my room. As I unpacked I wondered if anything exciting would happen here, I mean it always does in the movies. Once I was unpacked I wandered around, exploring the house. I found out that we had a cellar. I opened the door and immediately there was a scuffling sound. I passed it off as rats and continued, groping for the light as I did.
There was a loud hiss and a snarl of, "turn off the light idiot!" Out of shock I did so and grabbed a flash light. I flicked it on.
"Who's there?" I asked, creeping down the stairs. There was no answer, "oh, come on, I know you're there, I heard you."
I crept farther in, searching for the person who was in my cellar. When I had decided that I must have imagined it I turned around and ran into a cold hard chest. I jumped back and took in his appearance. He was tall and sixteen years old with spikey black hair with red and white bits and feral grey-red eyes. He was wearing a yellow and black vest-like shirt, black pants, black boots and a long grey coat covered with buckles.
"Who are you? And why are you in my cellar?" I asked looking at him suspiciously, way calmer about this than I should be.
"My name is Gregory. And I claim you." The boy—Gregory said. I blinked.
"Excused? You claim me?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes." He said simply then he leaned closer and I felt two sharp fangs pierce the side of my neck. I felt a tingling sensation and as the world went dark two words echoed in my head, "You're mine…"
I woke up back in my room. I vaguely wondered if I'd dreamed the whole thing but no, I felt my neck and felt a bump. Upon closer inspection I turned out to be a pinkish crescent moon on the side off my neck. Gregory's words echoed in my head, "You're mine." What did he mean? I tried to brush it off, maybe I was hallucinating or something, but still I was scared of what would happen tonight. I mean Gregory was a vampire. He must be because he bit me. He BIT me! I went to get ready for the day. Mother was going shopping again so I had the house to myself. After walking up to the cellar door six times and walking away again, I decided to see Gregory was still down there. I crept up to the door again. I eased the door open and slipped down the stairs with a flashlight. I flashed the beam around a few times once I reached the bottom of the stairs. Nothing.
"Gregory?" I whispered. I heard a rustle behind me. I spun around, there was no one there. Slowly I walked backwards keeping an eye on the door. Suddenly I hit something hard, two strong arms wrapped around me as his voice tickled my ear and his fangs glinting at my throat.
"You're back." He whispered, I spun around to look at him.
"Yes, I want you to tell me why I have a mark on my neck. And who you are, and why you're here." I said.
"I told you, I claim you and my name is Gregory." He said.
"But what does that mean? You claim me? What do you want?" I growled with frustration.
"I want you. As my mate." Gregory said with an annoyingly superior tone.
"Oh, I see, and I suppose you're just expecting me to jump into your arms like every other stupid vampire fan girl?" I asked angrily.
"Yes." He said and picked me up.
"What the hell do you think you're doing! Put me down!" I struggled of course but it was like fighting a brick wall. Finally I stopped and leaned against his chest.
"Are you through?" He asked, I nodded and to my surprise he put me down! Good, now I can escape! Unfortunately, my escape plans were dashed as he picked me up bridal style. I sighed and leaned my head on his chest again.
"What are you doing?" I asked, resigned.
"Taking you to meet my family." Came his soft reply. My head shot up so fast it smashed into his chin. Ow.
"What?" I yelped rubbing the top of my head. Gregory just smirked instead of answering and holding me tightly, flew out the window and into the night.
