Blood Desires

It was quiet except for the sound of racing feet running. The pace only quickening. The girl panted and coughed for the chilled weather was beginning to get to her. The dying leaves swayed left and right with the changing breeze, as if nature couldn't make up her mind. The wind tossed her usually silky black hair every which way, making it hard for her to see. She ran harder and faster. Soon she arrived at an old 18th century home. Of course the paint was chipping and it seemed to moan within the breeze. The girl swiftly turned to face her follower but no one was there. She clinched her hand over her heart as if trying to calm it. She was only 15 but she had already claimed a mature body. The only trait she lacked was of height but that problem was closing to it's end. Her darkened green eyes seemed to be entranced by the empty space in front of her. Her long hair that fell to the small of her back, settled against her skin. She quickly moved toward the home and entered through the creaking doorway without hesitation and slammed the door closed. She breathed heavily and locked the door with a swift click. Then collapsed in front of it. She hugged herself, trying to get warm. The wool red sweater seemed to be useless against the chill that lingered over her. Her jeans, torn from tripping while she ran. She sat there quietly until she heard a voice.

"Serenity?" a boy called. She looked up and saw a familiar, transparent, face. Serenity, still trying to calm herself, was happy to look upon something other than that empty space that seemed to taunt her. "Hello, Winston," she replied to the floating abnormality in front of her. He appeared to be a little bit older than her. Strangely he had been the same age for as long as she had known him. His brown hair was of a dull shade and his eyes a light hazel. His hair was cut short though. He had always told her that he never liked long hair.

"Why, you look like you've just seen a ghost," Winston laughed at his own joke but as for Serenity, she remained silent. "What you don't like it?" he asked.

"It's not that. It's just I felt like someone was following me," she said breathing a little bit more steadily than before. Winston looked out the window closest to the door and just smiled.

"Sorry but no one is out there," he said to her as he looked out the window.

"That's what scares me," she said. For the longest time Serenity had been frightened of ghosts. When Winston revealed himself to her, she screamed so loud she could 'wake the dead' was how Winston put it. The joke had calmed her down but her grandmother had rushed inside.

"But if it were a ghost I would have sensed it by now. You know that," Winston said trying to cheer her up but it only made her more upset.

"That's only worse. Because then I have no clue…what followed me," her heart was racing again.

"Maybe it was your imagination," Winston tried to make up an excuse and it seemed to calm her down. Her grandma walked out to see Winston standing next to the scared Serenity.

"What happened? Did Winston try to scare you again?" she said in an angry hiss at Winston.

"Why do you always blame me old woman?!" he glared at her but she quickly ignored it. Brushing him aside like he wasn't even there.

"Nene, it wasn't Winston," Serenity explained. Winston gave her a look of question that he often gave her.

"Why do you still use that ridiculous nickname?" he asked clearly hating the name. She laughed.

"Leave me and my nicknames alone or I shall call you Winny again," Winston quickly shut his mouth. As soon as her grandma had taken her into the other room Winston looked out the same window to see a dark figure standing there looking at the house then walking away. Winston glared at the man.

"Leave her alone. I won't let you take her from me," he said to the figure as it disappeared from his sight.

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After telling her grandmother why she had been freaking out. She walked up to her room and sat in silence, gazing out her glass balcony doors. Today was the beginning of her fall break and still not a flake of snow had drifted upon this small town of Yit Neres. She was given the name Serenity because it was Yit Neres spelled backwards. She had been born in that town but they quickly moved and when her parents died she moved back with her grandmother. She was on her fathers side but they both had entrusted her with Serenity's raising. However Serenity could no longer remember her parents or their deaths. She was never to be told either. Serenity reached up and pulled a locket which was hidden by her sweater. The only object that had something of her parents. A circular locket that held a picture of her and her parents but it also held another picture. It was of a friend of hers. She only knew that. A boy with shaggy black hair and he was making a funny face in the picture. Sticking his tongue out closing his eyes. She remembered she didn't like that they were closed. She sighed and shut the locket placing it back within her sweater and laying on her bed to fall deeply into sleep.

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Little Serenity is playing on a swing set and falls off. A little boy runs up to her. The same little boy in the picture in the locket. His eyes were a deep stormy blue as he gazed over her to see if she had any injuries.

"Are you alright?" he asked helping her up.

"Yes I'm fine. It's just a scrap. But I think it needs cleaned," she said looking down at a mixture of dirt and blood that lingered on her knee.

"Your right. How far away is your home maybe I can get you there?" he said happily.

"My aunt is supposed to be watching me. But she just left me here and said that I'd have to stay here until she got back," Serenity said clearly not happy with the woman.

"That's not a very responsible aunt. Well maybe you can come over to my house and we'll fix you up there?" The little boy smiled. "But only if you want to. I know your parents don't want you around strangers," the boy said in a manner that it could have been in no way possible insulting.

"How did you know that," Serenity couldn't help but ask.

"Well since your parents seem to know a lot more then your aunt then I think they would love you enough to say stay away from strangers," he said very knowledgeably. She looked at him with amazement for a moment then resumed her face.

"Well then you know I have to decline," she said softly.

"You seem a lot more mature then any other kid here," he said with a laugh. The girl nodded.

"Your not the only one who says that about me. My parents just don't understand it," she said with a sigh but a hint of laughter.

"Well then I'll bring the bandage stuff to you. Just stay right there," he said then he was off in a dash he went over to the mansion across the road and ran inside.

"Wow...he lives in a mansion," Serenity muttered to herself. Soon he was running back with a bag full of stuff. He had cleaned her scrap with a cleansing wipe and then dried it with a small white towel and put a bandage on it.

"There all better," he smiled and she smiled back. He placed the towel in the bag and threw away the cleansing wipe.

"Are you sure your parents won't mind me ruining your towel. I mean it was so nice," she said nervously.

"They don't mind. They probably won't even notice," he said with a smile.

"Well, my name is Serenity. What's yours?" she said feeling weird since they had not properly introduced themselves.

"Well I'm-"

BE BEEP BE BEEP! The alarm was going off and she was woke with a jolt. Slamming her fist upon the poor clock, she sat up. She looked out through the doors again. The snow drifted like a bundle of feathers that were floating down from the heavens. She took a deep breath.

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