Chapter 1
The day started out like normal. Really, there wasn't anything that seemed out of the ordinary. On my way to school, Sunnydale High School, I did my normal routine—starting with; getting onto the bus, then arriving at the school, then walking down the halls, and into the classroom. However, when I got there, my classmates were all staring at me—abnormally. They usually aren't like this, so I had no idea why it was like this.
After sitting down in my seat, I look into my backpack for my notebook—but it's missing. Damn it! I must have left it at home. Soon, after a few moments of being awkwardly stared at, I start thinking about what I should do without my notebook. My teacher is probably going to pick on me today.
Great! I can't wait…
Moments later, the next thing I know, I'm called into the administration office. Apparently, someone wanted to talk to me on the phone—the adults said that it was a "call from home" which I thought was a bit odd, considering the fact that I live alone. "Hello?" I ask as I begin to hear feint sounds of someone breathing on the other end of the line.
"Do you know how long it's been since we've last seen each other?" A man with a British accent asks.
"I'm sorry, but who is this?" I ask and the adults around me begin to stare at me. Then, I pull the phone closer to my face. "Do I know you?"
"You don't remember me?" He asks, now seeming to be a bit anxious, then he sighs. "My name is Giles, I work at the Magic Box in town." He says and, after he figures that I won't answer, he sighs again. "Goodness, you really don't remember?"
"No, sorry." I reply and feel a cold hand on one of my shoulders.
"You've talked long enough." A man says, harshly. "Anything else can wait until after school's dismissed." The man says to me and I start to hear footsteps all around me. Soon, I'm surrounded my adults.
"Giles, right?" I ask as my heart starts to beat faster.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" Giles asks as I notice the adults' faces were becoming deformed—grotesque.
"Give me that phone!" One of the adults yells and yanks the phone from my hands. From the phone, I can hear the muffled sound of several people talking to each other. The adults in the room I'm in start to follow me as I try to exit the school. What's gotten into them? They've never acted this way before—as far as I can remember.
All of a sudden, one of the adults lunges at me and cuts my left arm with a knife. Suddenly, their deformed faces turn pale white, and their faces become even more grotesque with glowing eyes and fangs. They moan omnisciently as I reach the door. Along with them all moaning, one of them smiles at me and says, "Don't worry, kiddo, this will only hurt a lot."
Then, as if my ears were fixed on the sound of the voices coming from the phone, I hear a woman. "Run!" She yells. As my feet had a mind of their own, I hurry out the door.
Now, as I start running out of the school, I feel the sense of terror and panic. After having ran a long ways—judging by the fact that the school is no longer in view, and I'm standing in front of a store—I stop as I start to feel a bit dizzy. The pain in my arm becomes sharper, since I can focus on it now. Looking down at my arm, I notice a deep gash in the center of my forearm. The sight of the wound bleeding down my wrist and into my hand makes me even dizzier-causing me to collapse, in shock. Then, I pass out into nothing but darkness. What's happening?
To be continued in the next chapter!