Hi everyone. This is my first ever fanfiction. I love to read, but this is the first time that I am actually trying my hand at writing, just because the wait for Blood Lines by Richelle Mead is so long!
This story is basically meant to be my version of what I would like to see in Bloodlines, and it focuses on the Sydney and Adrian story. Here is the prologue, do provide both positive and negative feedback, and let me know if you want me to continue it. I am uncertain of whether I am going to continue this, but please do let me know your feedbacks.
Prologue:
This was absurd. Completely ridiculous!
I, Sydney Sage, a 17 year old human being, who'd spent past couple of years as an alchemist, the ones who clean up the messes created by creatures of the dark night, I was assigned to get enrolled in a private high school with those hideous nightly creatures! Ok, so they weren't so hideous, not all of them. Those dhampirs, half vampires and half humans – I think – were not unlike us humans. They didn't drink blood, unlike moroi – the living vampires – and strigoi – the dead and evil vampires – and if not for the nightly schedule of moroi, they could live by our day-night schedules. But, they were still associated with the vampire worlds, they guarded those vampires – the moroi, I mean. And that made it enough for us not to be that fond of them either.
This could not be happening. There was only so much even I, one of the most patient girl of my age, could take. To be coerced into helping one of theirs out of prison –prison! – Only to be taunted and blamed by my own later on was I thought the worst it could get. But really? Private high school? Studying with those kids! Yeah they might be my age, but most definitely I was not going to fit in there. And all of this as a punishment! After the awful court case, the other alchemists were quite infuriated at what I'd done. Even though it was all cleared up in the end, and Rose was in the clear, my people were still angry at me.
And so, I was ordered to accompany Jill Dragomir, the long-unknown-just-found half-sister of the Queen, Lissa Dragomir, into hiding, in a private school in California. 'Incase they may require my services', that's what I was told. Yeah, right. As if getting rid of those dead ghastly creatures, strigoi as they were called, wasn't risky enough in the midst of night, which was the daytime of vampires – both moroi (the good ones) and strigoi (the evil, dead ones) – now I was supposed to get rid of dead bodies in full daylight, that too in the sunniest of places! "Gosh! Can it get any worse?" I shook my head. Palm Springs High School, yeah that was the name. Oh well, here it goes.
This is it for now. Your feedback will be appreciated! Thanks!