A/N: My first fan-fic so please don't be too harsh on me.
This story will follow the lives of the main characters from the Forbidden Games Trilogy in their senior year, starting just before their Christmas holidays. I'll also introduce a new OC, a female shadowman here just to stir things up with Jenny and the gang, also the one we have to thank for carving Julian's name back onto the stave of life.
I'd like to dedicate this to my brilliant friend, xThugz Bunnyx, without whom I probably would never have got 'round to writing... anything at all. Also for suggesting loads of brill names for my OC who eventually we christened Neveah.
I hope you enjoy it, please read & review!
Disclaimer: Neveah © SickRose, all other characters © L. J. Smith.
Prologue- Neveah.
Tom POV
When Tom woke up that groggy Friday morning before the Christmas holidays he didn't expect to find out that one of his class mates was a shadow man, but, as his 'luck' would have it, he did.
Even if he had suspected it, however, Tom doubted he would have been able to guess who it was. That emo boy in his maths class, maybe, with the unnaturally dark eyes and too much pale make-up. He'd have thought it'd be someone as unusual both in appearance and personality as Julian had been. Someone with more of a presence in the human world.
Although, now that he stood pinned against a wall by said being, nose just inches from his, he could sense the subtle unearthly diamond glitter behind those dead grey eyes staring so intently into his; see the dense black in the waves of hair capturing a dark rainbow of metallic blues, greens and purples like a ravens wing; feel the cool heat radiating through the material at the shoulder of his shirt from delicate, yet surprisingly firm, touch of her finger-tips.
Her.
Something else he would never have guessed; she was a shadow-woman. Why had he never thought about that? Julian had obviously been a male and those other shadow men – those deformed, mutated creatures – they could hardly be called men; they didn't resemble humans in any way. They were just, kind of, genderless.
She was a shadow-woman.
Neveah, that quiet girl who sat at the desk behind his in history, was a frickin' shadow-woman.
She smiled slowly at him as he struggled weakly against her grip at his shoulders. It scared Tom that part of him didn't want to get away. He watched her blossom-pink lips curl deliciously as she held him with ease.
"Aw, Tommy, you don't really want to get away from me so desperately, do you?" Neveah sounded genuinely hurt, as if Tom had just rejected her. As if she didn't have him pinned to a wall.
It unnerved him how she picked up on his weakness like that. Almost as if she read his mind.
Neveah laughed. A chorus of tinkling bells fell from her parted lips. "Ahah! Mind-reading! What an interesting concept, Tommy."
His eyes widened. No, she couldn't possibly– but she had. Okay then, Tom, don't think. Anything you think gives her an advantage. He told himself, immediately realising that he was contradicting himself with the mere thought. Cursing himself mentally, Tom realised that Neveah was waiting for him to speak.
"What do you want?" Tom demanded, surprised that the fear didn't show in his voice.
"Oh, nothing much…" She said in that sickly-sweet voice; so innocent, like honey flowing from her lips, Tom thought. "Just… You."