Disclaimer: I don't own the Sons of the Dark, or the Daughters of the Moon. Or any other character from Lynne Ewing's fantastic imagination. The bad poetry, I'm sorry to say, is the only thing that is mine.
GOMEN FOR TAKING SO LONG
School hates me….. tear But I recieved so many lovely reviews I had to update! See, I told you guys, reviews inspire me! -
This one will be kind of short, okay really short. But I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger, so here goes….
Chapter 6
p Ryelle woke to the sound of badly hushed arguing in the room outside. Opening her eyes, she could see only faint outlines of the bed beneath her in the dark room. Where was she? What happened? "Ohh…" she put a hand to her head, nauseous from the sudden movement of sitting up. Gingerly, she reached behind her, groping for a light switch along the wall. Click. The room was illuminated, but the situation was not. If anything, Ry was more in the dark than ever. She did not recognize the bedroom she found herself in. Its walls were a plain off white, decorated with various posters of musical artists and rock bands. The twin bed in which she now lay had a blue coverlet and dark sheets. There was a student's desk in the corner, a bookbag with textbooks spilling out on the floor. She wrinkled her nose. There were boys clothes all over the floor and paper all over the desk, notebook paper with messy scrawls all over it. Ry carefully pulled herself up and picked up a piece of paper that had fallen.
"You're so far away
And it kills me to say
I might never see you again
And just when I think I've forgotten
I look into the darkness
And the face I see is yours"
br Ryelle read aloud in a whisper. Eyes widening, heart racing, she began to paw through all the paper, reading aloud scraps of poems…lyrics, whatever they were, they were beautiful.
"Ouch!" she tripped over a textbook. Curious, she bent down to see whose room she was in, whose heart (she realized rather shame-facedly) she was invading. It was a Turney High book, but the name slot on the inside cover was blank. She bit her lip. Why couldn't she remember? A note fell out of the book as she turned over, folded over twice with the name "Obie" hastily written. Obie! The memories of the graveyard and the Regulators came flooding back. She shivered, remembering the cold darkness of the Atrox, and how she had lost consciousness. She looked down in dismay at her white skirt, which was ripped, and her revealing white top had grass stains on it. She reached for a pair of jeans hanging on the back of a chair, when--
"I can't, because I love you!" a male voice shouted from behind the closed door." I do, Catty, I love you!"
"I can't believe you, Kyle!" Catty yelled loudly, still not looking at him. "You always have to make everything about you! Well, newsflash: I don't care! I'm just here because your friend"—she pointed a dramatic finger at Obie—"kidnapped my friend!"
Ryelle froze. Catty?
Obie groaned. "I'm telling you, I didn't kidnap her! I was protecting her from you!"
"She's our friend," Vanessa said stubbornly, folding her hands over her chest. "We wouldn't let anything hurt her."
Oh no, Ry thought, panicked. They were all here. She had to get out, she couldn't let them find her, they would just get hurt. Quickly, she ran to the window and pulled it open.
"Let's stop arguing," broke in Serena. "She's safe, we're all on the same side, we really have nothing to be fighting over."
"She's right," Samuel appealed to his friends. Obie snorted, but nodded.
"Let's just get her and get out of here," Jimena rolled her eyes, and Vanessa and Serena followed her as Obie unlocked his bedroom door.
"Catty…." Kyle said with a last note of pleading in his voice. "Please don't do this Catty. Please don't walk away from me again!"
She froze, and turned to look at him, her face expressionless. And then she turned away.
"She's gone!" exclaimed Obie, forgetting to be embaressed of his trashed room. Vanessa gasped, Jimena cursed and Serena's lips clenched tightly together. The window curtains were swaying lightly in the breeze, and the moonlight spilled in over his floor, illuminating the books, clothes, bed and desk. Everything except Ryelle.
"Where could she have gone?" asked Catty.
"You may not know," said a voice from the corner. "But I do."
