Disclaimer: I don't own this Stephanie Meyer does
A/N Thanks for all the reviews and advice, for people who are confused about chapter one what happens gets revealed as the story goes.
Innocence of Angels – Chapter 3
I was pinned to a stone table, face down. Cold chains were wrapped tightly round my waist, arms and leg. Immobilising me. The only bare section not covered in chains was my back. People stared at me from every direction, sneering, laughing with glee at my pain. How could people be so cruel? I saw my mother's disappointed face among them, she couldn't even watch. The chains were cold but the heat around me was immense, it was difficult to breath. Then everything went quiet. I tried to look around but I couldn't turn my head. Then there was a searing pain along my back, I screamed in agony, I could feel blood running down my back warm and thick. I continued screaming the pain was too much. I cried and begged for it to stop. Then there was another pain, different but still as painful. It was hot, burning. Someone was pressing a heated metal plate hard onto my back. I wanted to wake up but I couldn't I screamed for help but this time no noise came out.
I woke in a cold sweat, my night had been restless once again the same dream haunting my mind. I turned and looked at the clock. I groaned it was still early but I knew I'd never get to sleep. I flung the cover from my bed and got up, went to the bathroom and quickly washed, I rummaged threw the small pile of clothes for something decent to wear to school. I settled on navy jeans and a light grey jumper. I slowly walked down the stairs careful not to trip; I was extremely unbalanced on the ground and found it difficult to walk on a flat surface without finding one way on another to fall over.
Luckily by the time I was ready Charlie had left, I look in the kitchen, empty. I'd have to go shopping or something I guess. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and took my time. The next time I looked at the clock it was still rather early. I had nothing better to do through so I went outside to my new, (well new to me, really it was ancient.) Truck.
I didn't even need to get behind the steering wheel to know that this was a very bad idea. Not only had I never driven before, but I had no experience with cars at all in my life time. I was seriously contemplating walking to school in the down pour of rain. I refused to let this intimidate me thought. It's just a big block of rusted iron, I mean how difficult can it be. I climbed in the drivers seat, I looked down at the pedals and gear stick, 'Right, this doesn't look to confusing. That's the break, accelerator, the umm… I think that's the clutch.' I muttered to myself trying to familiarize myself with the parts. It didn't take long to realize I was out of my depth.
'Well here goes nothing.' I said as I put the keys in the ignition and turned them. The truck whaled then roared into life. I almost jumped out of my skin, the thing was so loud. It took a while but soon I was, slowly, on my way.
I got to school early even though I swear I was going only 10mph, I parked out side the office and walked in, the lady at reception was nice she gave me my timetable and a map of the school. I went and re-parked my car closer to the school. There were a few more people now but still not many, the rain had died down though so I decided to have a look around. Hugging my coat closer I went outside, I walked round the red brick building with great interest. School was something new to me; I hadn't been since I was 7, my mother thought it would be better if I was home schooled, she taught me the basics but I was a bit clueless else where. She never saw the point in education, I would learn all I needed to know with experience, our kind didn't care much about what degrees you got or were you graduated. Now I'd have to start from scratch. Good thing I'd always liked reading I'd done some revision before I came and I knew a little of what I should know.
I was still deep in though when I made it back to the front of the school. I barely noticed when I walked into something cold and hard, if it wasn't for the fact my books scattered on the floor. I bent down and quickly picked them up, I was about to reach the last one when someone else got to it first. I stood up and gazed into black eyes. I barely managed to get word out in a sentence.
'Oh, I'm so sorry.' He handed me my book. He looked angry; I hope I hadn't annoyed him too much. He looked like he wasn't breathing.
'Just watch were your going next time.' His words were like ice. I hope I didn't see him to often. He walked away swiftly and didn't look back, I wasn't sure but something was familiar about him. I didn't dwindle on the thought, the bell went and I had to find my first class.
The lessons seemed to drag, I tried to pay attention but everything was so boring. I met some new people, a girl called Jessica and two boys mike and Eric. They were nice enough; they were a bit like a couple of puppy dogs really. They wouldn't leave me alone; I sat down next to Jessica at lunch. They were talking about some trip or another, I didn't really care much, I let my mind wander and soon I found my eye's straying to the tall, pale boy I ran into earlier. His hair was in casual disarray and he didn't seem to look any happier, eye's still black as coal. He still reminded me of something or someone I just couldn't think who. I stared hard, pale skin, black eyes unnaturally beautiful, apparently didn't need to breath. My eyes widened as realization hit me, Vampire. My hands turned to fists at the very thought. Jessica turned, to me then followed my gaze, when she looked back she looked confused, I got up attracting a few glances, before she could ask anything.
'I just need some air.' I said trying to rid myself of the attention. Mike however couldn't take a hint.
'I'll come with you.' He started to get up.
'No.' he looked hurt at my sharp words, unfortunately drawing more attention back to myself. 'I mean, I'll been fine. I won't be too long.' I let myself have a last look at the family of vampires, I counted 5 altogether. That was a lot for one coven and why come to school anyway. If there were any murders in forks I'm sure Charlie would have something to tell me a warning or something. I just hoped I hadn't gotten any of there attention.
A/N I know this isn't my best chapter, but I'm struggling with writers block. I tried my best.