favourite place used in the series
skye or the Otherworld. I do love the Otherworld. Since I'm feeling morbid, I'm going to write something about going to the Otherworld. And the rejecting the change that comes before it… The OC is from In Between, but this can, again, be read as a oneshot.
Cheyenne Wintree
If there was one thing that scared me, it was just looking at anything my mom was planning. Her whole scientist scheme binder was like a migraine in a handy little container for me. So, why did I have it?
Simple, I was a fourth former, so I'd been away for a while, and I felt like pissing mom off, to remind her that I existed. I payed off Lillian, a friend from my old life, to steal the binder of arduously handwritten notes. Then, I intended to replace them with my notes from third form. But first, I figured I'd read it.
"Deoxyribonucleic Acid destructuralization with the aid of Darylite for the antinomy of undesirable genetic consequences and changes (e.g. Vampyrism)" was the book's given name. I called it the little binder of boredom. But maybe Anthony could decipher it. Despite being a fifth former, he was probably smarter than anyone here, including the professors. He was trying to find a cure for Cancer, because his dad had it. That's what made him learn all that. He even took human classes so as to get into Med School. I slid over to my handy tablet and typed in "Got a birdie, be here in six?" to send to his email, from my secret email. After all, if my friends found out, it would be social suicide for me.
"I've got a little frog. Can I do ten?" he replied, still fully in code-speak.
"How big is the frog?" I typed, wondering what altercation (a word he'd taught me) was impeding him, now.
"Sixth former, football jock size. And Medusa's frog." Damn. I pictured Ailith's recently ex-boyfriend. He was huge, at least 6'4'' with bulging muscles and a grudge against the world, since 2:30 last night, when Ailith had broken up with him for Malik, a fifth former who had been hitting on all of the Dark Daughters before she chose him.
"Should the owl come and swoop him up?" I asked
"That would be much appreciated." Anthony replied. I stashed my spare tablet under my bed, where I normally hid it, and quickly fixed my makeup. After all, when you're the Cheyenne Wintree, you can't show naked face, except for the crescent moon. I'm a cliché to the world, blonde popular bitch, anyone? But I liked to think Anthony, and the fact that I saw him for who he was, and not, as Ailith saw him, a 'peasant of the fifth degree', gave me some depth.
I took my wicked stilettos off and ran until I was about one corridor away. Then, I donned them, tousled my hair and popped the top two buttons on my uniform shirt. I figured giving whoever Ailith's ex was (as he hadn't been around long enough for me to get his name) something to gawk at would be smart.
Then, I coughed loudly. Ailith looked at me, a look flashing through her eyes. Malik was on her arm, smirking that little grin that said he had a secret.
"Cast off and peasant at twelve o'clock" she alerted as they passed "Let's go, Mal."
'Mal' looked absolutely infuriated at the pet name, but, like the rest of us, didn't want to cross Ailith, so he merely said "your wish is my command" and kissed her hand exaggeratedly
"How jealous are you?" she whispered nastily as they left. I walked right up to the guy who had Anthony pinned against the wall.
I cleared my throat, stifling the hacking cough, and trying to look like a bored bitch.
Mr. Muscles turned around "Cheyenne Wintree, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, sounding downright slimy to me
I figured I'd need to mess with his head a little to have him obey me, so I grabbed his face and smashed his lips to mine, in a hot, but still too slimy for my liking, kiss. I then pushed him away. "I can do that." He smiled, his eyes never going above my neck. Anthony wore an expression of shock.
"No, I don't do cast offs. Just blotting my lip gloss, and I didn't have a tissue handy." I snapped coolly "I need the nerd." I hardened my voice enough to make Anthony wince a little
"What's nerd-burger got that I don't" the guy, I still didn't know his name, demanded
"Quite simply, a brain and a Vamp Soc. paper. I have you pass, you see." I pushed the stunned fledgling out of the way "you heard me, move!" I snapped at a shell-shocked Anthony
He followed me until we were alone in the next hall. Then, he crossed his arms and stopped. I stepped back and looked at him. His curly brown hair was dishevelled and his blue eyes looked openly hurt through his reading glasses, still on from class. His thin frame didn't appear to be broken or maimed in any way. I coughed again.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded
"Social manipulation." I rebuttoned my shirt "He found me attractive, I screwed him over, you didn't get hurt. Easy-peasy." I shrugged
"How would you feel if you saw me kissing another girl?" he asked
"well, I might tell Ailith to ruin her, but not until I got the full story" I replied honestly "And it wasn't so much a kiss as a lip-on-lip assault. I wiped my lip exaggeratedly "eew, frog slime." I cracked a joke
He smiled despite himself, and I coughed again, louder. I tasted something foreign in my mouth. No. No, It couldn't be. I hacked again, spitting what was in my mouth into a tissue. It stained red. I was dying!
No. I curled up in the middle of the hall, sobbing hysterically and letting the blood flow.
Anthony jumped back in shock. "Should I go and get Talia?" He asked, referring to the High Priestess.
"NO!" I cried "First, I don't want to die with frog on my mouth." I said, oddly clearly. I was thinking oddly clearly. My priorities were different. I hoped the freaking world saw, for all I cared.
Anthony walked over to me, hesitantly, and wiped the bloody tears from my eyes. He pulled my face to his slowly, letting himself think. I sped things up, and wrapped my hands around the back of his head, bringing him closer to me. Our lips touched slowly, more gently than I was accustomed to. Then he tasted the blood. Being a fifth former, and therefore closer to being a vampyre, it really affected him. Moments later, I pulled away and said "Now, go to my room, get the binder on my bed and the tablet under it. When they take my stuff I don't want to have them finding that." I whispered, feeling light headed.
Talia came running into the room, no doubt called by a random bystander. She carried a vial of oddly pearlescent liquid. "Drink and the pain will go away." She instructed. It didn't hurt much now, and when it had, Anthony had distracted me from it.
"I'm dying!" I realized, as it suddenly became real to me. "Help me! Please!" I grabbed onto Talia's arm. She poured the bitter drink into my mouth, and I felt my body shut down.
"Cheyenne." I heard a voice. Nyx!
"I'm so sorry." I begged "I get that I've been a bitch and I don't deserve to stay here, but please don't send me out." I felt tears well up in my eyes. Nyx floated in, and wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked around. I was sitting beneath a tree with little pieces of cloth flapping merrily from the branches. Nearby, there was a stream. This was in a little clearing in the forest.
"Cheyenne, you punish yourself enough trying to live your life in secret. And as for staying here, you cannot, because you are not truly dead." Nyx replied
"But- but I rejected the change." I stammered
"Many fledglings return as a new type of fledgling." Nyx smiled "and I assure you, you will not reject the change a second time."
Then, she kissed my forehead and I felt a slight stinging there, as my vision faded. I was going back!
I just realized that this character hasn't even made herself present in In Between yet. Oops. Well, to those who read that, now you know who Cheyenne is. KShade out.