Black Swan Princess

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Claimer: I own the plot of this story and the characters you do not recognise

Vikki and Ash hated each other at school but Vikki is Rowan's BFF! As a ballet production begins and strange turn of event occurs Ash finds himself falling in love AshxOC

Chapter 1

A girl of about seventeen, screamed herself awake for the fifth time that week. Launching the cause of the panic attack across the room; she swung her long elegant legs out from the covers of her off-white duvet.
Stepping over the debris, once known as an alarm clock, she peeked through the gap in the lilac curtains to check the weather. It was snowing. She groaned and - rubbing the sleep out of her eyes - entered her white on-suite bathroom to take a ten minute shower.

After drying off her slim body, she pulled on her clothes, which consisted of: a long-sleeved white top, fitted blue jeans, thick black socks, a red 'Abercrombie & Fitch' hoodie and some dark grey uggs.
Scraping back the damp mahogany curls into a messy bun; she set to work on her makeup. Her fair porcelain skin - in no need of any foundation, recieved a thin layer of moisturuser, and her thick black lashes were adorned with a single sweep of the mascara brush.
Finally satisfied with her war paint, she took in the most striking part of her appearance. Her eyes were the most unusual colour. Sapphire wasn't the colour, and neither was turquoise. Cerulean was closest and even then, they were flecked with silver and purple.
"Why am I the way I am?" She sighed, hopping up from her place on the floor; infront of the small square mirror.
She picked up her phone from the bedside table on her way out; subconciously glancing at the time displayed in the top left-hand corner of the blackberry screen.
"Crap!" She pelted towards the front door, picking up her black rucksack as she passed the kitchen table, swinging one strap over her left shoulder carelessly as she grabbed her keys and hauled the door open.
"Victoria Harman! Get back here right now!" She cringed before turning around to face the moody morning wrath of her mother. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The teenager; now known as Victoria, jogged towards her mother - Claire - and gave her a quick hug before returning to her quest to leave the front door and down the road to catch her bus. 'I knew I should've grabbed those gloves.' She mentally scolded herself as she took a seat at the back of the public transport viercle. She pulled her hood up to keep her ears warm from the cold winters' air seeping through the cracks on the window next to her seat; she rubbed her hands together as there were no gloves to keep them nice and toasty.
At the next stop he got on. The guy was lanky and elegant, with long legs. He had cleancut features, slightly tilted wicked eyes, and a disarming lazy grin. His hair was slightly long - with a side fringe, messy and ash-blond.
He was clad in black trainers, dark blue jeans - ripped at the knees - and a white T-shirt with an obscure design - a black flower; an iris to be precise.
"Vikki." He gave her one of his flattering, flirty grins as he sat on the seat across from her.
"Bite me, Ash." She crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Don't tempt me." He smiled lazily; his eyes dark. "Where're you off too on such a...cold and snowy day?"
"What's it to you?" She looked out the frosty window.
"Just striking up a nice conversation." He shrugged, his eyes a beautiful golden-hazel, showing his amusement. She rolled her unique eyes and stood up once the bus skidded to a stand-still. "I'll see you tomorrow then." He chuckled; smiling at her retreating back.
Vikki hated Ash. They went to school together - he and his friends used to bully her; push her around. Although Ash would never physically touch her, he was still 'one of those guys' who'd have scarred her emotionally. Infact, the only nice thing he did was hold one guy back when he got too rough with Vikki and was going to use his fist when she'd kneed him in the groin.
"That's enough, Jackson." He'd said, standing between Vikki and the guy - his back to the girl. "She's not worth it." He steered his friend away; his hands clamped on the guys' shoulders.

Work went bye rather quickly. One book return; several books stocked into either: Fantasy, Fiction or the Kids' section. She sighed. It had been a long day and, as she recieved her payment; smiled at the librarian before leaving.
Once outside, she noticed no viercles were on the roads - the snow was thick and heavy and - to make matters worse - it was fricking freezing. 'Should've brought gloves'. She scolded herself again.
Eventually coming to terms with having to walk in the extreme arctic weather, she pulled up her hood and stuffed her hands into her hoodie pocket.

She reached the Dance Studio in just under thirty minutes. Vikki jogged through the corridor towards her changing room to prepare for her audition to dance in the ballet production of 'Swan Lake'.
Vikki opened her rucksack and pulled out black leggings, a long white smock top and white ribboned ballet slippers, before sticking the number 13 on the front of her top.

As her dance finished, the judges applaused before turning on their microphones.
"Miss Harman; we believe your dancing needs more practice." Her heart sunk. "You danced well - although you're too fast - slow it down. Your choreography flowed beautifully, gracefully and smoothly. Your overall routine was delightful. Well done. We'd like to see you again next Wednesday for your second audition."
She thanked them from the bottom of her heart before jogging off stage. She'd trained five years for this production and last year she came in third place to be the Swan Princess!

Most of the snow had melted. The busses were up an running and, as Vikki sat at the bus stop; waiting - she noticed a shady figure in a black hoodie, standing a few feet away from her. He was watching her.
As the bus arrived, she jumped on, flashed her pass to the driver and turned to face the seats. Ash was sat in one of the seats at the back, and the only spare seats were: next to him or infront of him.
She sighed; deciding to take the seat infront. But when she noticed the shady figure step on the bus - she didn't hesitate to move next to the ash-blonde cat.
"Vikki. Where've you been all my life?" Ash gave her a disarming smile, his amused golden-hazel eyes looking deep into her unique fascinating ones.
"Hiding from you." She shrugged and broke the eye contact. Sometimes she felt as though he was looking right into her mind and soul. Creepy.
Ash chuckled. "You dance?" She looked back up at him, his glance was cast down towards her feet.
"Umm...yes." 'Would I wear ballet slippers if I didn't?' She thought after replying. She took a glance towards the shady figure infront of her. He was kind of...slanted slideways - so he could watch her. Double creepy. He then mumbled something Vikki couldn't hear. Ash looked at the guy and glared.

As the bus came to Vikki's stop. She pulled on her red hoodie and got up; the shady guy got to his feet. She sat down.
"Isn't this your stop aswell?" Ash asked, also on his feet. She winced and looked at the guy just...standing there. "I think he's following me." She whispered.
"Come on then. Let's go." He grabbed the sleeve of her hoodie and pulled her too her feet, off the bus and along the road towards her house.
"Ash?" He turned to look at her. "How do you know where I live?"
He smiled. "Apart from the fact I live with Rowan and went to school with you...I live opposite."
"But you never get on the same bus as me."
"That's because I go to the gym in the morning." He shrugged. "You're right. He is following you." Footsteps were audible from behind them. "You go on. I'll stall him so he doesn't know where you live..." He trailed off as he noticed a black mark on her hand.
"Alright, and Ash...thanks."
As Vikki continued walking, Ash turned around.
"Excuse me, but I don't think following people is a good thing...especially not for you, right now." The man backed up. He was just a human, a thirty year old man at the most. "Come walk with me." Ash's golden-hazel eyes were melting into a striking hellebore green; conveying he was very persuasive.

As he erased the memory of vampires from the mans' mind, Ash made his way down the street towards his house. 'Thanks for dinner.' He smirked.
As he shut the front door behind him, he noticed his sister - Rowan - sat on one of the stairs. She looked grave about something.
"What happened?" He growled, his eyes black.
"Nothing." She was quick to react; getting to her bare feet - dropping her phone in the process. Ash picked it up before she did.
"It was him wasn't it." He held the phone away from her as she lunged for it. "That friend of yours." This 'friend' was her vampire boyfriend. He wasn't her soulmate - she hadn't found him yet and...Ash thought the connection was a load of bull anyway.
"No, it wasn't actually." She spat. A thought struck Ash. Ah, yes. The best friend.
"You went out with Vikki yesturday didn't you? Somethings on your mind about it." His eyes softened, now they were an innocent blue colour. He wouldn't read his sisters minds', that was like a stranger snooping in someone's room.
"What's it to you, Ash? You were a complete bastard to her at school - you and your friends - so why should it worry you?"
"It doesn't." The blue eye colour darkened, conveying he was uninterested; bored.
"Well, if it's any of your buisness - which it's not - she told me Steve wasn't a nice guy, and is advising me to dump him."
"She's right." Ash replied, handing her back the phone.
"She was." Rowan replied. "She should be back now...I need to talk to her." She sighed. "Apologise."
"Which reminds me, did you know she dances?"
Rowan laughed. "Yeah, she's auditioning for the Swan Princess in The Swan Lake performance again."
"Again?"
"She's a good dancer. Lucky 13...she came third last year...anyway...Kestrel and Jade should be back imminently and - as you're back; I'm going to go feed." With saying that, she gently brushed past him and left through the front door; pulling on some well-worn chocolate brown ugg boots.

Vikki walked inside her house and was greeted by her mother.
"How'd it go?" Claire asked, currently drying up a dinner plate with a moist blue checkered tea towel.
"They asked to see me again next Wednesday."
"Well done, Vikki!" Claire smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Maybe this year that Madison won't win."
"Mmm..." Vikki agreed; walking silently to her room.

After taking a quick shower and eating a slice or two of pepperoni pizza; she brushed her teeth and hair before climbing into bed; ready to enter her awaiting dream world.

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