Well, Hellllllooo as my friend would say. This is my first story so reviews and comments would be greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 1
The attack
Dakota Maccalister remembered hearing ghostly child like laughter before he was attacked walking back to his dorm at Saint Arthur Academy. He had just started walking away from his girl friend Sarah's dorm when it happened. It was about 9 at night as he trudged through quad. Hands pushed into his sweatshirt. Head down, ash blonde hair falling into his face as he thought about the things he was planning to do over the two week Spring Break. Hang with his friends, girl friend and family. Everyone was rearing to leave this hell hole. As soon as he started to turn the corner a shadow fell over the cool gray cement. A childish shape, feminine.
Thinking Sarah had been following him he glanced up, blinking with confused eyes. No one was there.
"Is this some kind of joke? Kyle? Come out Kyle I know it's you."He sighed shaking his head, his best friend Kyle always seemed to be playing pranks on him. Some of them were funny but it did get annoying when you had to always watch your back when your roommate could have switched your shampoo with pink hair dye. It happened.
More then once.
But no one was there. No one answered. Just the soft California breeze that rattled the trees. Which Dakota had to admit was one of the creepiest things he had heard in a while. He paused and looked around again. "Come on this is NOT funny."He growled, his lip twisting with his sudden anger.
Then he heard it.
Laughter, laughter of a little girl. A high falsetto. There was something so cruel about the sound that made him flinch. It was as if the person laughing found him funny. Or stupid. A shape stepped out of the dark and launched its self at his large form. Using its weight to bring them both down to the ground, Dakota taking most of the harsh blow. Delicate laughter tinkled in his ear as he wheezed. Trying to re- gain the air that he had lost from the fall. The girl who had him pinned sank her bony fingers into his shoulders. A ripping pain coursing through the top of his shoulder and he let out a broken yell of pain.
"I've been watching you little pet. Your mine…I just wanted a taste. But I'm so tired and hungry that I think I might end up draining you. But for a good cause my dear. I bet your taste divine." She said in a husky whisper making the boy shiver as the cool rush of air passed over his ear and snaked through his hair. "But it shall be worth it. It shall Mon trésor." My treasure.
Then, she bit him, teeth ripping into the soft flesh of his neck.
The last thing Dakota remembered was hearing a scream before blacking out.
(Soon after.)
"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Came a attentive high strung soprano voice. The voice belonged to a girl as Dakota soon found out. A beautiful girl.
"He'll be fine. See he's waking up Senny." Came a more gruff voice of a man, the tone filled with tired annoyance. As if he didn't really want to be here but 'Senny' ,or whatever her name was, made him stay. Slowly with tunnel eye vision he opened his eyes, a groan escaping his throat. Two faces hung over him one filled with worry the other filled with uninterested light. As if it was a reflex his hand flew to his neck as he felt for wounds.
But there was nothing there, no mark, no blood. Nothing. He blinked his wide Capri blue eyes in confusion and sat up quickly making the two people in front of him lean back on there heels. Then he noticed something.
They were twins.
The boy look lanky and tall. Built like a pine tree that you might find in a forest. Stocky but lanky. Not easily pushed over. His hair long layered black hair that gleamed blue in the lamp light. Pale silky skin full rosy lips and heavily lashed sea blue eyes that seemed to churn from blue to gray to green. He has two piercings in his left eye brow and he was dressed in black jeans and a shirt with a band that he had never heard of on it. A scowl clinging to his features. He obviously did not want to here.
The girl look like a Victoria Secret Model, a dark angel. She had a long raven black mane of hair that spilled around the bottom of her rib cage blade straight and gleamed purple instead of blue. She had a sweet smile, straight white teeth, and glossy pink lips. She had then same porcelain completion as her brother and the thick feather like lashes. But her eyes were like liquid gold lion like and intimidating. Calculating ever move.
"Hi! I'm Seneca Falls and this is Vincent Falls. But you can call me Senny. "The girl threw a glance in her brothers direction. But Vincent just stared at Dakota as if he found something nasty under the sink. A frown flickered over Seneca's face. "Vinny isn't very friendly with new people, sorry…."She said with an eerie giggle that chimed like bells. A nervous look appearing on her delicate angular features, "Anyway your Dakota right?" She murmured shifting her own willow body so she put her weight on her right side.
"H-h-how do you know?"He stuttered like an idiot. The girl was even prettier then his own girl friend Sarah. He had never seen someone so…
"Angelic?" The boy, Vinny, supplied twirling a thread between his fingers a smile creeping onto his face as Dakota's high cheekbones became flushed with soft blossom pink.
How do you know what I'm thinking?
There was silence and another breeze drifted through the trees, picking up Seneca's thick black hair making it float around her shoulders. Looking completely witchy she finally spoke, "So you took a mighty hard fall right there…."She said slowly, eyes narrowing into slits. Staring. It was a scary look.
Dakota thought about crazed laughter and sharp teeth and shuddered. Turning his head and putting his palms to the ground to pushing him self up. As soon as he stood they did too. A sharp pain radiating from his palms. He looked down holding his palms face up. Two long scratches dripped blood, making a tiny puddle in the palms of his hands. "Well damn.."He sighed but Seneca was already reaching out to grab his hands with her small ones. Her hands were warm and soft and sent a shiver through his body which made him blush even more. With a tiny smirk plastered to her face she protruded a tiny black knife that gleamed and flickered as if a fire was caught between the slab of stone. Holding up her palm and before they could say anything she ran the knife over the delicate skin. Blood immediately blossomed, bright crimson.
"What are you doing! H-hey! Don't do that you hurt your self! "Seneca NO you know better." Both of them said at the same time in the same tone filled with panic. Completely ignoring both of them she ran her hands over his own. Letting the blood mix. When she leaned back the wounds were closed..
"How did you do that?"He said as she stepped back staring at his hands with amazement and fear.
But Vincent was already dragging his sister away, snarling words in a language that Dakota did not understand. Bright gold eyes turned to him, the seemed to call to him with laughing dangerous light. She held her hand out to wave, the one she cut and there was not a mark on her. "Dream of me Dakota." Her intoxicating whisper filling his ears. But when he blinked they were gone.
Sooo review? Help out? Ideas? Did I do okay? What character do you want to hear more about? I know you don't know a lot about any of them but whatever I will get more into Dakota.