Chapter one.
Summer POV
I sat in Dr Layton's clinical, uncluttered office, staring at the newly painted ceiling. I had just got back after two solid hours of medical examinations. I felt like a pincushion, my arms were numb and I had a killer headache, an after effect I often got from the x-rays. Dr Layton cleared his throat and my eyes snapped back to him.
Despite the fact that I hated the hospital there were a few things I rather liked. One was Dr Layton. My doctor and surgeon for the last 10 years. Not only was he the nicest and best doctor in the hospital but he was also absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He had ebony black hair, and piercing blue eyes, and although I knew he was in his thirties there was no way he looked it. He made the hospital bearable for not only me but for my mother to.
I knew it was bad news; his lips were pulled down into the slight frown that he always wore when he had bad news for me. "It's back Summer, and its spread I am so sorry" Dr Layton confirmed my suspicions.
"Don't worry honey we will get you the treatment, what ever it costs, we've beat it before, we can beat it again" my mother encouraged. I grimaced. The treatment was dire, I had only been back in hospital for one day and I already felt like physically and mental bruised. I ached from the constant blood tests, and I was beginning to feel sick from all the water they had forced my to drink. I clutched my pounding head.
"What are the chances of me beating it this time?" I asked. Doctor Layton sighed, "There is a very small chance the treatment will work this time, and an even smaller chance that it will stay away."
"How much is a very small chance?" I asked.
"Less than 3% chance that it will work and less than 1% chance that it will stay away, since your last test the cancer has rapidly spread through out your entire body, even if the treatment works it will only prolong your life, it cant heal you" he explained, my mother held her head in her hands.
" Now we can start the treatment next week and then…" I quickly cut in, "I'm not having the treatment, I don't want it." I stated defiantly, both Dr Layton and my mother both stared at me aghast.
"Summer what are you saying?" my mother asked, begging to shake, great she was going into shock. Again. "Mum I told you that if there was a less than 10% chance of the treatment working then I wasn't having it. I don't want the treatment." I spoke calmly; my mother shot her hand into her handbag, no doubt to clutch her calming beads. Sure enough within a few seconds the shaking stopped and the tears that had been building up in her eyes disappeared. "How long would she have left if she decided against the treatment?" my mother asked.
Dr Layton took his time to reply, he had a painful look on his face that I couldn't read. I wished I could read his mind, I couldn't read any of the Layton's and it drove me insane. Finally he answered her question "as I told you the cancer has spread through most of her body, and its still spreading fast. She probably has a month until the cancer starts to effect her and after she becomes bed ridden she will probably have two weeks left. My estimation is about two months without treatment". I could tell that he was trying to change my mind.
"Looks like I'll have time to set my affairs in order" I said.
"and if she has the treatment" my mother asked, ignoring me. Dr Layton consulted his notes, "realistically the treatment will only prolong her life, I would estimate for another couple of months"
"Well this is a big decision to make so feel free to come by my house and inform me, we could have you being treated the next day." As Dr Layton finished the phone began to ring. "Excuse me" he apologised, before answering the phone. After a few seconds he uttered, "okay thank you Julia" then he hung up. I looked at him questioningly. "Phoenix is here"
My heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Phoenix Layton my best friend. The only person I trusted completely, there was only one problem I was head over heels in love with him. It was my deepest darkest secret. No one could ever find out. I was a witch, not part witch, a pure witch, a direct Harman descendant, and he was a human, practically vermin to the night world, to which I belonged. My real name was Summer Harman, the granddaughter of Grandma Harman; all of my ancestors had been pure witches all the way back to Hellewise herself.
My family had been forced to move New York, a year after I was born, not that I really minded moving to New York, it was everything I loved, here I was known as Summer Rohr, practically famous. Moving to New York had meant I had met Phoenix and I would of given up my last name for him any day without a second thought. We had moved because of a prophecy made about my birth.
Power beyond explanation will separate her from the rest.
But she will be tested more than any one else, but she must keep her secret to be saved, for only he can decide if he can accept his destiny and save her despite his races prejudices. To join eternally with the soul of the vampire whose blood runs pure and whose power will be strongest. And after tainting her own blood with his she will see him through new eyes.
Golden amber eyes will stare straight into the depths of her soul. A moment will be granted for her to take in his beautiful stature, and the aura she has never gazed upon before. Then he will hold out his hand. A touch lighter than air, nothing but pure bliss lies beyond it. A touch to take away the darkness, her pain, her anger. His hand will take hers. Silent lighting will strike around them; nothing will matter anymore as she is pulled to him, his love, his utter bliss.
Once together they can be introduced into the world of night for whom they truly are for on one can touch her while her soul is for him to hold.
She will belong to him.
Together to aid the darkness or to help destroy it.
For without her the four are powerless,
But she cannot live without him.
This was the prophecy made by one of the old witches, it basically meant that I had to keep this secret to be saved by someone whose destiny it was to save me, and he was going to change me or perform a blood ceremony with me, he would become my soul mate and together we would either help the apocalypse or stop it from happening for without me and him the powers were useless.
So there were a lot of people after me, the bad guys wanted either to capture me and convince me to join his side or to kill me, the good guys kind of wanted to do the same, if I wouldn't join there cause then they wanted me to die. I was known in the witch world but not well I only ever revealed my true power to my mother and father. No names were mentioned in the prophecy so no one knew it was me, my parents were the only ones that knew because the old witch had been visiting when she had made the prophecy about me, all they knew is that I was a direct Harman descendant whose blood was completely pure, I had been tested but I had been brought up not to reveal my power to anyone. So we had moved and we pretended to be humans, I dated boys but never Phoenix, I couldn't risk falling further in love with him, or worse him falling in love with me. I practised both circle twilight and circle midnight magic which meant I needed human blood and hair often. The boys I used wouldn't remember a thing.
And anyway Phoenix was a bit of a player, not in the sense that he treated girls badly but in the sense that he had a new girlfriend every couple of months. Currently he was dating a new girl called Nikki. She was four foot nothing, with peroxide blonde hair, fake tanned skin and always wore about 4inches of make up. I hated her with a passion. She hated me too because Phoenix and I were practically inseparable. She was the one who had sat me up with Ryan my current victim, he was sweet but I didn't love him. Of course once she had set me up with Ryan she forced us to double date, I hated the double dates. I would have to watch her be all over Phoenix all night. But she was what he wanted so therefore I put up with her.
Everyone wanted Phoenix, he had his mothers tanned skin but other than that everything came from his father, his immaculately styled yet floppy black hair, his beautiful blue eyes and his perfect features. His perfection didn't stop there his body was slim and toned, with an amazing six pack, his pelvic muscles were toned into a v. In a word he was perfect.
"I think we are just about done her, oh wait actually" he continued, I tapped my foot impatiently, I needed to go see Phoenix, "there will come a time where you will become bed ridden, and because I know you, I know you'll want to be at home, so if you want we can arrange for a nurse to come and stay with you" he finished, I scowled my house was full of witches as it was we had to hide from everyone during the day. "Thanks but I don't think that will be necessary" my mother cut in.
"Can I go now I really need to speak with Phoenix?" I asked impatiently. "Yes Summer you can go however Mrs. Rohr I need to speak with you alone" as I left the room I scowled again, I knew how much my mother wanted her own name back and so did I.
I walked into the corridor and as I did a boy stood up further down. It was Phoenix. He didn't look like himself, his face was pale, his usually perfect styled hair was all over the place from where he had run his fingers through it so many times; a habit he had picked up over the years when he was nervous. He had on the same light blue hoodie on that I had brought him last Christmas. Last Christmas seemed so far away. I doubted I would even last the 3 months to Christmas this year.