Alright, I'm taking the advice of one of my anime loving friends and going to explain my story a bit…
Krya is the daughter of two very powerful people (money wise) and was blessed with the ability to exert herself, athletically, where no human is generally capable. She was trained by a spy agency to be able to infiltrate buildings, warehouses, homes, etc. to gain information on other spies and 'beings' in general. Her talents, however, can led to some mishaps and misunderstandings, she is always getting in trouble during the school year for the various things the agency wants her to do at the different times and the sad thing is, she can't say anything about it to her parents or friends, (unless you count Mark, who's in the agency as well.). However, her mother used to train her physically to the point of exhaustion while she didn't work so that Krya would be able to take care of herself when the time came…
Mark's mother owns a chain of restaurants and his father isn't really in the picture. He loves to taunt Krya because he has heard so many stories about the missions that never go wrong that he wants to get something on her. He's nothing much to look at in the physical aspect, but he has the mind of a tactical genius and is a wiz at anything electronic. He could probably program a rocket in his sleep.
Malcom is a collage boy who can't seem to get enough of books. Underneath the bookworm exterior, he has a more tactical mind than both Krya and Mark combined. His physical body is a force to be reckoned with and he just is an overall sexy character. (Krya has a MASSIVE crush in him but he's a bit too old and oblivious to notice.)The agency really deals with the monitoring and control of paranormal beings and rouge spies…
Anyway, I hope this has been helpful. Now back to the story! And don't forget to review.
Part 2
I was awoken the next day by the piercing beeps of my clock alarm. I groaned and rolled over in bed, hitting the snooze button on the alarm. I was about to re-enter nothingness when a flash of red came to my mind's eye and I bolted upright looking around in a daze. 'How did I get back here?' I wondered as my room came fully into focus. Instinctively, I raised my hand to inspect my neck. It felt warm and tender, but I felt no puncture marks anywhere. 'Did I dream it all?' I asked myself, thinking back to last night, and shuddered. Sighing, I swung my legs off my bed and had the pleasure of feeling the soft carpet under my feet. My phone beeped on the table at the head of my bed and I picked it up to check the reminder. I smiled to myself and, replacing it onto the desk, I got off my bed and went to bathe and get dressed…
I walked out of the house, as usual, before my parents were fully awake and went off to their respective jobs and began walking around the neighborhood, watching out for anything out of the ordinary. The mere fact that it was exceedingly quiet jumped out at me more than anything. I couldn't help but feel that someone or something else was watching me and it was brought on by a supreme sense of déjà vu. I paused several time, straining my ears to the slightest sound, but nothing seemed out of place. Then my breathing hitched as I heard the swish of cloth behind me. I turned and saw nothing. "Who's there?" I demanded, my voice seemed to echo around the neighborhood and no one replied. A strange sensation began to spread on my neck causing me to bite down on my lip, hard, to prevent myself from crying out in shock. Another rustle behind me made me turn again and my paranoia reached in the red zone as I realized that my hearing seemed to fail me for the first time in my life…
After what seemed like and eternity, but was actually five minutes at most, of almost complete panic, my com-link vibrated making me nearly jump out of my skin. I checked the screen and saw Mark's name flashing on it. 'Mark,' I thought 'If you want to scare the shit out of me, why don't you do it in person so that I can rearrange your damned face?' before establishing the connection. "Are you up Krya?" he asked tentatively.
"Obviously, Mark. Why else would I go through the trouble of listening to your dull voice this fine morning that I don't want to spend watching an empty school?" I replied rolling my eyes and wishing he could see it.
"I'm sorry… but why not?" he asked "If the Agency were to want you to go wouldn't you?"
"No. I spend most of my life, excluding the times I've gone on missions, in that God forsaken place and you expect me to want to go back?" I demanded glaring at the wall in front of me. "And I don't think you feel anything when I end up doing it. Why? Because you don't come watch with me. You do realize that don't you?" over the phone I could hear the gears in his mind speed up as he began to formulate a plan.
"But, then I could always get Malcom to go since you are so against It." he said resolutely. My breathing almost stopped at the mention of Malcom's name, but I made no change to tell Mark anything to give him the satisfaction of knowing me so well. 'I'm not spending my entire day there at least.' I added silently to myself…
Two hours of sitting on the park swing did not bring the response that I'd hoped. Malcom did not show, and the red lights were flickering on and off consistently. I had just about given up, pissed off at myself for taking Mark's bait and annoyed at Malcom for not showing at even the slightest hint of odd activity. As I got off the swing, my com-link vibrated and I checked the screen feeling a warm sense of purpose, I answered, hoping for some kind of mission to take my mind off this stress of listening to Mark. An official sounding voice chirped in my ear. "What is your position Krya?"
"I'm in front of my school, why?" I answered not expecting the worry that was present in my director's voice. "Can't you track my GPS?" I asked
"Normally, we would be able to do that, but something seems to be wrong in the satellite and we are experiencing serious difficulty in the communication and tracking sector." came the answer "I need you to contact Malcom and Mark to inform them of this problem… and try to stay as much away from your school as you can… Sharon told me that there was a high amount of paranormal activity there last night. There was absolutely no visual on anything."
"Alright… I'll tell the guys not to go to the school." I replied feeling a bit uneasy. 'I just hope this has nothing to do with my dream… If it was a dream…' I thought as Ankora signed out. I walked in the direction of Mark's house and hoped that I could shake the unease that would begin to build to a supernatural height. Although I didn't want to entertain the thoughts, Vampires kept coming into my head. 'Vampires just aren't in our league… that would be the only reason….' I stopped and sighed. Why did any thought of vampires have me paralyzed in fear? I mean apart from my mother and her apparent obsession with teaching me to fight when I was younger and all to prepare for whatever she kept telling me. "Hey Krya!" a voice behind me called out behind me, snapping me out of my trance. I was shocked to find that I was again, directly in front of the school that I was supposed to be avoiding at all costs. I turned around and saw that Malcom was walking towards me with a warm smile on his face. "What are you doing here?" he asked, "Mark told me that you didn't want to check the elementary school out for some odd reason… could you tell me why?"
"Umm…" my mind began working at an excuse rapidly. "Ankora told me that there was something wrong in the school and that we should not be going near it. She said something about not being able to track our GPS signal or anything…" I replied quickly, looking down at my feet. I looked up only when I was sure I had lost most of my annoying blush. I looked back down as the heat spread across my face again. An odd feeling began to travel throughout my body and I began to feel sick. "Are you alright?" he inquired touching my head gently. I spasmed involuntarily at his touch and felt foolish. Brushing him off I replied saying
"I'm perfectly fine. All I need to do is tell Mark what Ankora said and I can enjoy the rest of my joyously long vacation."
"All I'm saying is that you really don't look so well… maybe I should tell Mark and you go home and rest okay?" he said. "I'll check on you later." I nodded and watched him go. I swayed on the spot as nausea washed over me 'What did I eat?' I wondered recalling the pitiful breakfast of a bagel and orange juice. Doubling over, I tried to keep it in my stomach, but I tried in vain…
Half an hour later, I managed to tear myself from the spot were I'd stood and made it home feeling utterly exhausted. I wanted to replace the empty feeling in my stomach with some ready-made ramen but decided against it for the moment and just had some tea. After setting some water on the stove, I went into the den and turned on the television and was instantly greeted by the opening theme of some random show that I really didn't like, but was prevented from changing the channel by a knock on my door. I groaned and got up reluctantly to go and open it to see Malcom and Mark both on my porch. "Wha-."
"Malcom said that you were feeling ill and was coming by after he told me what was going on in the Agency so I decided to tag along." Mark said quickly as Malcom took me by my shoulders and gently guided me inside. "How're you feeling?" he asked as Mark closed the door behind us. I nodded and prayed that Malcom would let me go soon before I lost what control I had remaining of the blood flow to my face. A piercing whistle prevented me from being able to answer as the kettle demanded my immediate attention for my tea. When I went into the den, I saw Mark watching the show very intently and Malcom standing by the bay window peeking out from behind the curtains. "You do know that you can't lie to either of us, right?" Malcom said not taking his eyes from the garden outside. My stomach did a summersault and clenched as the hot tea touched it, and I realized he was right. 'Damnit! I know I'm not sick! So what the hell is wrong with me?'
'Accept who you are and what you are to become. For you are MINE' the voice resonated in my head causing all thoughts of vampires and last night to return in a power filled blast that rocked my body and made me heave. The mug dropped from my hand and crashed on the hard wood floor. It was his voice. The voice from the dream, that was in fact not a dream. The voice of the Vampire.
okay, just so you know, this entire thing is not some of my best work (just ask P.O.J.A. or Most Unlikely Angel) and i'm sorry for how long it took me to submit this, i just haven't been getting enough time to typ it up. XD. any way please reveiw (constructive criticsism nessesary) so that i know how i'm going. ciao for now... XXXXXD!