I know I said that I am no writer, but well I like did A-level English and thought why not. Just because I can like see myself more in the fashion industry doesn't mean I can't make it into the writing either. Anyway I could see myself like being a fashion blogger, so might as well practice with fan fiction right? Plus the idea just like sprung into my head, so I started writing, all for spontaneity! So I like warning you all now, this is only the first chapter since the idea only really just sprung and it is work in process. Happy with any ideas too, since this just happening all of a sudden, I haven't like got anything concrete at the moment!
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Chapter 1 – Dark of the night
It was dark, so dark, sinister even, not a normal cold autumn evening, not at all. This was not how it was suppose to be, my heart shouldn't be breaking, I should be at peace. But I am not, I let the man I love, the love of my life go. For what? So that he would not suffer the same fate as my mother. I could not let him die, it would selfish of me, far too selfish of me, I cannot let the man I love condemn to such fate, that is why I lied, that's why I said I loved another, when truly my heart lies with him, as it always will do.
Suddenly a shiver ran down my back, I stopped abruptly at the sudden feeling, the feeling of utter fear. The deserted dark paths of Central Park, suddenly it became so sinister, a city that I have grown up in, a city I call home, suddenly felt like a place I shouldn't be in. I was alone. Jack he, he belongs with Mimi; I cannot condemn Oliver to any more torture when my heart lies with another. Jack Force, a man I shall forever love but can never have…ever again.
So locked in my thoughts I did not realise I was being followed, that was until I felt a sharp breath, breathe down my neck, I froze in utter fear, the arms, wrapped round my waist.
"You are beautiful, very beautiful under this dull moonlight. You awaken the darkness in my shadows, pure one."
His voice chilled me, his strong grip round my waist made it impossible to escape. I knew it there and then, that this was the end, my end. He was a silver blood, I could sense it in him, I was pure while he was dark, pure darkness. I know Jack is a dark angel, but the kind of darkness the silver blood had was unlike any other. There was no good in him, no love in him.
"I forgotten your beauty Allegra, this dark mane does suit you, but my love I secretly love blondes. I love your blonde locks."
Allegra? He…cannot honestly think I am my mother could he? I am not my mother, I am not like her, many say I look like my mother, but surely you can tell the difference.
"I am not Allegra."
"Oh, then if you are not Allegra, then you must be the prophecy."
I tried as I might to fight the silver blood from me. I am not weak, I can fight, fight for my life, fight for my prophecy, the Van Alen Prophecy, I must take the silver bloods to their very end; I must make them meet their end. I am the prophecy. With all my might, I sent my elbows backwards, deep into the male's chest. His grip round me loosened. It was enough to allow me to make my great escape. I ran with all my might, towards a much more well lite part of Central Park, where I knew I would find some help, even if it were red blood help. As I got nearer to the light, I felt something pull me by my hair, pulling at my long locks, pulling me back. I was just about to utter an almighty scream when a hand covered my move.
"You silly bitch, you think you can out run a silver blood."
I watched as he dragged me back, back into the shadows, my death was coming, I knew it. I shall say my goodbyes now, goodbye Oliver, my best friend…and oh do I love you…the best friend I could ever have had. At times when I needed you the most, you would just turn up.
"Let her go you monster."
No…it could not be possible, it is he, how did he know? How did he know I needed help? There was a loud bark and I saw my beautiful dog standing by his side, my beautiful Beauty. I heard him mutter to my beautiful dog, telling her to and find help, to go and get help, Beauty barked in protest, but left anyway.
"Didn't you hear me you bastard? Let Schuyler go."
The man that held me captive let out a laugh, a pure evil laugh, I knew there was no way he was going to give me up without a fight…not that there would be much of a fight.
"And who is this? Your red blood boyfriend? Going to run back to him because you cannot be with the fool Abbadon?"
I felt the silver blood take his hand from my mouth, as my eyes began to water as I stared at my best friend.
"Ollie."
But before he could reply, there was a loud bang, and Oliver slumped to the floor, I cried out in pain, in shock, I cried out his name. Until I felt a sharp slap across my face, it was then I knew I must keep silent.
"Shut up you bitch."
The silver shoved me against the tree, my head meeting the bark, causing much pain, and blood. I fell to the floor, dizzy from the contact to the tree, I hazily watched as he inhaled deeply, for the first time I got a glimpse of his face, yet it was such a blur, due to my dizzy state. But I could see blonde, a whiff of blonde hair and a deep pair of blue eyes.
"You smell so good, I am going to enjoy draining you, but before I do…I am going to thoroughly enjoy you first."
His hand snaked down my body; I shivered in utter fear, knowing all too well what he meant, I begged for him to not do this to me, not to hurt me in such an immoral way. But he just laughed at me, laughing at my weak state. His lips crushed against mine, he tasted bitter, I did not dare to kiss him back, I did not dare to move. He slapped me hard, demanding I tried. I did not. I felt his lips upon my neck as he pierced my skin, I cried out in utter pain. He withdrew his fangs quickly, and licking up the blood that seeped from my veins. He tore at my clothes like a wild animal, I felt the cold air brushed against my skin, it was cold and I was lying naked on the damp ground with a silver blood hovering over me. I cried out in pain, when he broke through my barrier, a barrier I had only ever given to one other. I sobbed and sobbed. It was not long till it was all over, yet for me it felt like eternity. There was movement, rustling, and noise. The silver blood was gone, but before he could leave. I recognized the face. The face I have seen many times before, many times in a photograph. A photograph I kept hidden in my room, in my bed, under the pillows. A photo of him with my mother, my beautiful mother, I know who that silver blood was, that soulless man who killed my best friend and raped me. A man I have loved for so long, now he became a man I should hate. It was Stephen Chase, my father.