A/N: This idea came to me when I was still planning Promises a few months ago...Okay so, yeah. There was an ulterior motive. It was about three days before graduation and I was nervous as hell so I knocked out the first six or so chapters. I was that nervous.
Anyways, after the fact the characters refused to be neglected so I, of course, had no choice but to continue it. To this day they won't shut the hell up (love you, guys!). Unfortunately, about a month ago, my laptop went caput and the first fourteen chapters and prologue went with it. Good thing I at least remember what happens in them. And so, here is the first of the Lost Chapters. Review and tell me what you think!
There's been blood, sweat, and now, there'll be tears...
Prologue
Caleb peered into the shimmering pool, at the girl he was going to kill.
She was very pretty. Sparkling green eyes, curling brown hair in a deep mahogany. Smooth complexion, full pink lips. He resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. Could this be happening? Was he really going through with this? His stomach twisted and for a moment he thought he was going to be sick. And then he began inwardly scolding himself.
No. He wasn't. He wasn't weak.
"Are you ready?" his father asked him. He didn't say just how stupid he thought that question was. Really, what choice did he have?
"He doesn't have a choice," the young Seer simpered, running a hand over Caleb's shoulder and down his arm from behind as she sauntered pass. He clenched his jaw, more than a little unnerved that their thoughts were so in sync.
She had been working his nerves for quite some time now, with the seductive sway of her hips, touching him every chance she got, pulling on his collar in that teasing way of hers. He tried to warn her when she reached out again, shaking his head just a little. When she didn't listen - didn't care - he grabbed her wrist firmly, never lifting his eyes. She merely raised an eyebrow and ripped it away, continuing her slow walk around the pool.
"What do I need to know?" he replied instead.
His father came to stand beside him and put a hand on his shoulder where the Seer's had been. The gesture gave him no comfort nor did it offer any.
"She's a bit younger than you. Gives you an advantage. Plus, she doesn't even know." A pleased smirk curved his lips, a small chuckle escaping him. "Her name is..."