Laura Bunn
Ms. Wesslen
Creative Writing
January 18, 2007
Start Of A New Nightmare
Content beauty rests in the eyes of others.
A young girl no older then four stood in a field of flowers. The wind pushed her hair into the air and made the sun catch the black shine in it. The girl opened her eyes; perfect light green. She stared directly in front of her until there was a boy in sight. He walked closer and closer until he stood inches from her. His features were slightly different. He still had the shimmering black hair which he only wore to his ears; but his eyes, were a magical blue; there was a noticeable silver tint to the color and as he blinked it became more apparent. The boy could be no more then two years older then the girl. They stood there silently until the wind stopped shoving pass them. The young girl knelt down, careful of her dress and picked a yellow lily. She stood up straight and began handing the flower to her brother. He slowly reached out to take it while she whispered 'I love you big brother.' His slender fingers wrapped easily around the flowers stem and within seconds everything around them was changing. His sisters eyes were locked upon his until the setting around them was different. A park near their house was where they ended up together. The girl sent him an innocent smiled and ran off. Instantly the noises around him that had been on mute were now rushing to the boys ears. He went to go follow his sister but he was stuck, his feet felt weighed down and glued to the ground. He looked around him at the empty playgrounds and benches until he saw his parents.
Two beautiful adults sitting close on a wooden bench. The man had his arm wrapped around the woman's small shoulders. The man had hair like the young boy and girl but the woman had light blonde curly hair that bounced with each move of the wind. The boy desperately attempted to moved but he could not. He looked down at his feet again and knelt down, trying to lift his feet off the stubborn ground but it didn't work. He could feel the air around him howling. He stood up and saw a sight of horror. Death was surrounding him. His mother was drench in her own blood just a few feet from the bench. Bite marks and deep gashes cut across every inch of her body. The man could be seen crawling towards her, his one arm obviously broken as he slumped his body over his wife's dead body. The boy watched his parents die in the arms on one another. A few hundred feet away the boy saw the killers, the murderers, the lykans fleeing.
Aleister woke up in a cold sweat from his nightmare that he had come to dream about the night before. Aleister pulled the blankets back onto the bed completely and spotted the Dark Academy crest in the corner. He turned himself to the side of the bed and stood up, firmly planting his feet on the ground. Drowsily he walked over to a plain black door and opened it. Inside was a nicely decorated bathroom; with a large bathtub in one corner and a tall corner shower on the other wall. Not too far from the door was an antiqued bathroom counter with a sink and beautiful mirror perched above the smooth grey counter. He walked in towards the shower and began to shed of the clothes he had worn to bed. First was the grey tee shirt which he dropped onto the counter. Next he stepped out of the black cotton boxers and made it directly to the shower. He pulled the glass doors open and turned the water on, going under the rushing fall of cool water. As soon as it flushed over his face, he thought of the breeze in the fields from his dreams. The dream began to replay in his head but only for a minute or so. He turned the water off, hearing a knock on his door. He got out and grabbed a towel pulling it around his waist. He went to answer the door but no one was there.
Later on that afternoon, Aleister was found in his bedroom once again; all the while the sun crept over the sky. The academy was only temporary for him, or that is what he told himself every day he was there which was only a few since he was new. He was using the school as a safe place, he did not plan on getting close to anyone, especially in an emotional manner. That was his number one priority other then staying...alive. As a vampire Aleister could easily hear the mumbles from outside his door, students wondering who he was and what he looked like. It seemed to be a mystery since none of them ever saw him come out of the room since he arrived. He lied comfortably on his four post bed and occasionally got up to walk around the room out of boredom. There was not much to look at, a wooden desk and a painted black dresser. He never took a lot with him when he traveled around so there was nothing to hang on the walls or put over his bed. He had what he needed, and a few treasures that he had always had.
He stayed staring at the ceiling listening to the few random passing footsteps outside the room. Aleister heard someone coming by once again but when he did not hear the footsteps leave he got curious and sat up. Whoever it was, was standing outside the door, he could see a shadow casting itself under the tiny crack. He waited for the person to knock. When they finally did h cleared his throat and waved his hand to open the door. There stood a thin girl with brown mahogany hair.
"Yes?" Aleister answered watching her fidget slightly in the doorway. Aleister kept a kind and cool expression while he stared at her. He was waiting to at least heat a through from her but when he heard nothing he sat up a bit more. "Something you wanted?" again he waited but there was a rare silence in the room. It was obvious she was thinking, it was in her gray eyes. She walked into the room far enough without realizing it for aleister to wave his hand again and the door shut.
"I just came by to welcome you to Dark Academy since everyone else seems too afraid to do the deed." she said with certainty. Aleister perked his eyes up in interest.
"And you were not so afraid?" he grinned. She shook her head confidently. Aleister stood up to his full height of six, two. "Why? Do I intrigue you?" he smirked.
"My name's Alice." she said putting her hand out as if she did not hear his question.
"Aleister Cervantes." he rolled his name off of his tongue smoothly. "Afraid?"
"No, its nice to meet you Aleister." she smiled without fear and shook his hand. Aleister pulled her to him with a tight gripe on her hand. She let out a small noise of surprise and tensed up slightly.
"I can feel your heart racing," he mumbled pressing the pale of his hand over the top of her left breast. She calmed herself quickly and pulled away.
"I will see you later Mr. Cervantes. And here is the times for dinner and...all that" she handed him a small booklet and left the room in one swift movement.Aleister sat down on the bed and leaned back gracefully to grab a small journal and pen that laid on his pillow.
November Seventh.
Alice.
He flipped through the small booklet and saw that the sign-ups were later that night. He decided to put on some chained black jeans and a faded Crossfade shirt and left around seven. The halls were completely empty which Aleister did not have any problems with. He walked quietly down a long hall until there was a tall male shaped figure near the corner. Aleister tried to make out the features of him but couldn't until he stood directly in front of him. Any passerby might have called the two opposite twins without knowing better. The man had silver hair and grayish eyes just like Alice. His eyes were muscular but not too muscular. Body of a god one might say. At least, one with knowledge of gods. And Aleister was definitely one with the knowledge of gods.
Who is this guy? Aleister thought to himself, but just as he thought the question the man stared back at him.
"Me? I am Demitrius Wolfe." when he spoke Aleister froze instantly. He had heard his thoughts, impossible. Aleister was the first vampire since the second elder that had such power. Aleister looked at the man feeling a small shiver course through his body. How.
"How di-" Aleister was cut off by the feel of the mans hands upon his shoulders, holding tightly, but the man was now standing behind Aleister. Their bodies just touching. Aleister felt the mans lips come close to his ear as he spoke.
"Don't worry about that Aleister...what worries me is that you could not tell me my name." Each word came out and wooed Aleister.
"What do you mean?" he asked pulling away slightly. The grip on his shoulders was broken and he spun to face the man. The same height, the same build, the same body.
"You are Aleister Rolph Cervantes, are you not? Are you not the legendary vampire the got the gift of everything?" the man pronounced his words with such dignity, aleister was not sure how to answer.
"Yes...I am." was the only thing he could think of saying.
"Then tell me, who am I?" the man grinned darkly and began to walk around Aleister who followed his every move. "I gave you my name, now tell me. Why am I here, what have I to say and who...am...I?" he stopped in a spot and stared at Aleister who didn't flinch at all.
"I can't tell you." Aleister said with a sigh.
"Shame, the rumors and legends are wrong then, ill make sure to change them." the man went to walk away.
"No, stop. Why can I not read you like everyone else?" he growled . The man stopped in his tracks and looked to the floor.
"Follow me." he said and began to walk down a swirling staircase surrounded by the hard gray stone walls. Aleister did as he asked and followed.
"Even though I can not tell you who you are, I can say that you are familiar." Aleister waited for his response but it did not come until they were at the bottom of the stairs.
"That is because we are very similar. You will come to see that soon enough." he walked a bit further just until they stood in a wide hall full of doors. Aleister looked behind him and then back to Demitrius but he was gone. Not a moment later, the doors swung open and classes of some sort were filing out. Aleister was about to walk away but was stuck in a bustling crowd of people. He went to turn another way but his wrist was being held on to by a thick handed boy. Everyone seemed to see this and formed an instant circle around the two. What the hell is this about. Aleister looked straight at the boy.
"Who are you?" the boy snarled, Aleister let his eyes turn black.
"You are the one that grabbed me...you tell me." he said with a smug grin knowing he would not be able to. When no one answered he chuckled dismally. "No one can tell me?"
"We all know who you are. We all know you killed your family too. You are a traitor." the boy spoke. The chatter in the halls came to a quick decease.
"You do not know me, nor my past. Reading stories and hearing them is not the same as knowing anything." he pulled his hand away, balling it into a fist. He walked towards the boy, as the boy walked backwards. "Now, is there something you wanted to say to me?" he scowled in his face, his eyes staring endlessly with anger and excitement at the boy. They walked through the people until the boy was nearly crawling up the wall shaking his head. "Next time, keep your mouth shut and be sensible to what you are going to say." Aleister hissed and slammed his hand over the boys neck. "Deal?" the boy attempted to answer but was not able to. A few girls in the hall were screaming to let him go so aleister did and backed up. "All of you know nothing about me, and never will." he stalked out of the hall and back up to his room.
November Seventh.
Ren
"This will be fun." he beamed to himself.