Disclaimer: The only thing in this story that belongs to me is Sparkles through the ice, everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Just a heads up, if you haven't read 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer (Great book by the way, I usually don't like Sci-fi and wasn't going to read it but a friend convinced me to, and I am incredibly glad that she did!) you can probably still read this, although in some parts it may not make sense.
The first thing I remember is a pair of brown eyes staring at me.
The second thing I noticed was that they were way too close for my preferred personal bubble space.
So I did the first thing that came to mind, my hand swooped in front of me and made contact with the head that the eyes must have been attached to.
The thought of asking the eyes to move only occurred to me after.
With a yelp the eyes fell across the room, I must have hit them harder than I first thought, and I saw the face that they were attached to.
He was male, around 15, with shaggy black hair that hung to his collar, brown skin, and a look on his face like a puppy that had been kicked.
I slowly say up, wanting to avoid a head rush and looked around the room I was in, 'room' was a bit of a stretch, it really looked more like a hole in the ground, a cave I guessed, since the walls were made of rock.
Around the room were a couple of uncomfortable looking cots, like the one I had been lying on, and a table that, for reasons unknown, was covered up by a cloth.
There were also some other people in the room, a small girl, who looked even shorter than me, although I could tell she was older, with silvery eyes and a mane of golden blonde hair.
The other was a boy, or man I guess, with strangely pale skin that contrasted greatly with his black hair, two dark blue eyes looking at me curiously.
I raised my chin and glared at him until he looked away, as well as invading my space, people staring at me was one of my top hates, it had always been…Or had it? I frowned trying to bring up any memory of this, but I couldn't remember anything.
"Where am I?" I asked, incredibly confused.
The man looked at me, seeming surprised to see me talk, "At a sort of human hideout," he explained.
"Hello," The tiny blonde smiled sweetly at me, satisfied that the boy was alright, "What's your name?"
My name…I frowned, that was probably something I should know, but nothing came to mind.
Instead of dwell on this I glanced at her, "You're one of us," I stated, and then frowned again; there was something wrong with that statement.
"I mean one of them…or is it us?" I muttered feeling completely confused.
"You're human," The dark haired man said helpfully.
"Wow, how did you ever figure that out?" I rolled my eyes, although I knew what he was talking about. I was a pure human, a wild human, a rogue human; I had no soul inside of me.
When said like that the statement would have one sounded strange, however ever since the alien life forms known as souls invaded earth, and took over human bodies, the sentence made much more sense.
I glanced at the males and saw that neither of them had the silver of the souls behind their eyes like the girl did, which was flashing like a beacon due to the light streaming down from the roof.
"Are you aware that there is a hole in your roof?" I asked them, looking up and seeing the bright light filtering through.
The males exchanged a glance, "I have a feeling that this one is going to be about as pleasant as Lacey," The older one whispered, obviously thinking that I couldn't hear, I ignored him, the approval of a couple of men wasn't really important to me.
"So do you know your name?" The blonde asked again.
I glanced over at her, "No, I can't remember anything" I sighed in annoyance, staring at the reflections from her eyes shimmering off the walls…Wait, shimmer, that triggered a memory…but not quite shimmer.
I searched through the words in my head that were similar to shimmer: shine, glimmer, sparkle, sparkle that was it.
"Sparkles" I muttered.
The blonde looked happy that I'd remembered this, "Is that your name?"
I shook my head, "Sparkles through the ice, its her name not mine"
The blonde looked excited, "Oh, she must have been a bear!" she looked at me as if for confirmation.
"I don't know," I grumbled, "I can't remember anything"
The blonde just smiled, "Don't worry, that's normal, you will"
Watching her I suddenly realised that I had no idea what I looked like.
"Can I have a mirror?" I asked.
The man handed it too me, the boy seemed reluctant to go near me again.
I glanced in the mirror, expecting to see a familiar face, I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting, but the face I saw shocked me.
The girl in the mirror had incredibly fair, skin and fairly sharp features, there was a tangled mess of dark red hair around her shoulders, which looked like it would reach her elbows when it was smoothed. The strangest thing about her though was her eyes, they were a rich, chestnut brown, with tints of red.
"You look surprised?" The blonde asked worriedly.
"I…don't think I've ever seen this face before," I frowned again, and then frowned because with all the frowning I'd been doing I would probably start getting wrinkles.
I glanced at the door, hearing someone enter. He had incredibly thin features and light brown skin and hair.
"Oh, she's awake," He said, seeing me, "Do you know her name yet?"
"Sparkles through the ice," The dark haired man answered.
"Actually that's her name, not mine," I reminded them, "I guess that's fine though," I said, distracted, I was really more worried about smoothing out the lines in my forehead.
The new man also looked surprised to see me talking, "Oh, well, you might want to get cleaned up a bit," he suggested.
"I'll show you the way," the blonde offered.
I held a hand up to my messy hair, and realised that I was also covered in dirt.
How on earth did I get like this? I shrugged to myself, guessing that the memories would come to me.
A/N: Please review if you liked it so far, or even if you didn't like it and just want to complain, I haven't written any stories in a while so I have no idea if my style has gotten better or worse or stayed the same.
I was planning to finish my Harry Potter story before I started anything else, but I read The Host and got inspired…I will finish it one day though.
Midnight Filly