Chapter One
I couldn't believe it was actually Damon. He was dead. This couldn't really
happen… could it?
We sat cross-legged on my bed facing eachother. He was still fairly wet - And
dripping all over my sheets. It didn't seem to matter now, though. Damon was alive,
that's all I could think about. He reached his hand out to me and touched my cheek.
He felt cold. Not just a simple cold, but a bone-chilling cold. A cold so cold he could
never be warm again. A dead cold. His eyes seemed darker than usual. Almost
black his face even paler.
The crow flew through the room, landing on Damon's shoulder. It looked back
at the window. There was another crow on the windowsill. Then a knock on my
bedroom door.
"Hide," I whispered to Damon. "He'll remember you." Damon quickly,
soundlessly rolled off the bed and under it. "Come in." I said, directing my voice
towards the door. Damon's crow had relocated to my shoulder and the other crow
began pecking on the windowsill. Albrecht opened the door.
"I thought I heard something up here. Are you okay?" He asked. He was
seriously worried tonight; the crow really freaked him out.
"I'm fine, I dropped something earlier," I explained the loud thump that Damon
had made falling on the floor. "And I had the radio on for a while." I got up and let the
other crow in. It landed on the carpet next to the bed.
The crow on my shoulder flew down to join the one on my soft black carpet.
They simultaneously hopped to the edge of the bed.
Oh no, I thought, they're pointing Damon out to Albrecht.
The crows pecked at the bed. Albrecht walked over to them and knelt down.
He looked under the bed. He rose quickly and looked at me.
"Who is that?" He asked.
"Come on out. He knows your there." I said to Damon. He slowly crawled out
from under the bed. "OK, Albrecht, don't freak." Damon was now standing, looking
straight at Albrecht. The doorbell rang.
"Get it." He said, looking at me with an expression that was practically saying
'Don't disobey me.' I lowered my face and went to the door. I was followed by the
crow that had just flown in. It landed on my shoulder. As I walked out the door and
down the hall and descended the stairs to the ground floor I could hear Albrecht. He
was shouting something about crows. I got to the door and opened it.
"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house." The girl said quietly. She had dark
blonde hair, the colour of dirt almost and lighter bangs. She was dressed in clothes
that would probably be described as 'street punk' by some people I knew. She
carried a skateboard with her that had the names of bands on it. The dominant
sticker was a black one with Hangman's Joke printed on it in white. She had delicate
features, but there was an alien hardness to her face. It didn't look like it quite
belonged but must gave gotten there by some sort of abuse or hardship. My guess
was both.
"Well, who are you looking for?" I asked. The crow on my shoulder flapped
back over to her. She seemed surprised, as if she hadn't even seen it before. "He
yours?" I asked, another question.
"I don't really know who I'm looking for. Does Albrecht still live here?" She
replied, ignoring my second question. She seemed completely comfortable with the
crow on her shoulder, so I decided that it and her were related somehow.
"Yea. What's your name?" I replied.
"Sarah."
"Raven." I held out my hand to her. After a minute's careful consideration, she
decided my hand was fit to be shaken by hers. I turned around, motioning for Sarah
to follow me. My heavy boots pounded on the stairs as I walked up to my room. I
opened the door, Damon's back was to Albrecht and he was looking out the window,
Albrecht was mumbling something incomprehensible to himself.
"Albrecht." I said, jerking his attention from wherever it was. He looked at
Sarah, he seemed to be angry and dissapointed at the same time. "Some Sarah girl
wants to see you." I told him, pointing at the girl. I walked over to Damon, his back
was still to us. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He turned
his face to look at me. His face was much paler, though. He had black streaks
from his forehead over his borw and down his cheek, and his lips were black and a
mock-smile was streaked on over his lips and the side of his mouth. The streaks
looked like they were cut onto his face
I couldn't believe it was actually Damon. He was dead. This couldn't really
happen… could it?
We sat cross-legged on my bed facing eachother. He was still fairly wet - And
dripping all over my sheets. It didn't seem to matter now, though. Damon was alive,
that's all I could think about. He reached his hand out to me and touched my cheek.
He felt cold. Not just a simple cold, but a bone-chilling cold. A cold so cold he could
never be warm again. A dead cold. His eyes seemed darker than usual. Almost
black his face even paler.
The crow flew through the room, landing on Damon's shoulder. It looked back
at the window. There was another crow on the windowsill. Then a knock on my
bedroom door.
"Hide," I whispered to Damon. "He'll remember you." Damon quickly,
soundlessly rolled off the bed and under it. "Come in." I said, directing my voice
towards the door. Damon's crow had relocated to my shoulder and the other crow
began pecking on the windowsill. Albrecht opened the door.
"I thought I heard something up here. Are you okay?" He asked. He was
seriously worried tonight; the crow really freaked him out.
"I'm fine, I dropped something earlier," I explained the loud thump that Damon
had made falling on the floor. "And I had the radio on for a while." I got up and let the
other crow in. It landed on the carpet next to the bed.
The crow on my shoulder flew down to join the one on my soft black carpet.
They simultaneously hopped to the edge of the bed.
Oh no, I thought, they're pointing Damon out to Albrecht.
The crows pecked at the bed. Albrecht walked over to them and knelt down.
He looked under the bed. He rose quickly and looked at me.
"Who is that?" He asked.
"Come on out. He knows your there." I said to Damon. He slowly crawled out
from under the bed. "OK, Albrecht, don't freak." Damon was now standing, looking
straight at Albrecht. The doorbell rang.
"Get it." He said, looking at me with an expression that was practically saying
'Don't disobey me.' I lowered my face and went to the door. I was followed by the
crow that had just flown in. It landed on my shoulder. As I walked out the door and
down the hall and descended the stairs to the ground floor I could hear Albrecht. He
was shouting something about crows. I got to the door and opened it.
"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house." The girl said quietly. She had dark
blonde hair, the colour of dirt almost and lighter bangs. She was dressed in clothes
that would probably be described as 'street punk' by some people I knew. She
carried a skateboard with her that had the names of bands on it. The dominant
sticker was a black one with Hangman's Joke printed on it in white. She had delicate
features, but there was an alien hardness to her face. It didn't look like it quite
belonged but must gave gotten there by some sort of abuse or hardship. My guess
was both.
"Well, who are you looking for?" I asked. The crow on my shoulder flapped
back over to her. She seemed surprised, as if she hadn't even seen it before. "He
yours?" I asked, another question.
"I don't really know who I'm looking for. Does Albrecht still live here?" She
replied, ignoring my second question. She seemed completely comfortable with the
crow on her shoulder, so I decided that it and her were related somehow.
"Yea. What's your name?" I replied.
"Sarah."
"Raven." I held out my hand to her. After a minute's careful consideration, she
decided my hand was fit to be shaken by hers. I turned around, motioning for Sarah
to follow me. My heavy boots pounded on the stairs as I walked up to my room. I
opened the door, Damon's back was to Albrecht and he was looking out the window,
Albrecht was mumbling something incomprehensible to himself.
"Albrecht." I said, jerking his attention from wherever it was. He looked at
Sarah, he seemed to be angry and dissapointed at the same time. "Some Sarah girl
wants to see you." I told him, pointing at the girl. I walked over to Damon, his back
was still to us. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked him. He turned
his face to look at me. His face was much paler, though. He had black streaks
from his forehead over his borw and down his cheek, and his lips were black and a
mock-smile was streaked on over his lips and the side of his mouth. The streaks
looked like they were cut onto his face