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Summary: The DV have graduated and moved on to college. Kaitlyn is still having her prophetic visions. They are showing her strange things that frighten her. She won't tell anyone, because they haven't come true yet. But they will...
Author's note: And I'd also like to point out I'm aware that there's a movie called Disturbing Behaviour but this story has NOTHING to do with it.
Part 1
The first drawing came during history class. Kaitlyn didn't know why she'd taken the subject again; the lectures had always bored her to death. Maybe that was just the teacher, though. This time, the subject seemed to fascinate her, and she wasn't sure why. Her major was American folklore. The whole group were taking that course, even Gabriel, who still seemed to think most of it was a load of rubbish.
Kaitlyn sat with her notepad on her knee, listening with interest and intent, when she suddenly felt a familiar urge to draw. The urge surprised her, as she had not felt something like this in quite a while. She still had her prophetic sense, but lately, it had been quiet, keeping in the background, no warnings of disaster given.
And yet, somehow, she knew that the peace she had felt for her first year of college was going to be shattered.
She flipped quickly to a blank page in her notebook, and let her hand just go. She couldn't explain the process any more now than she could then. Her hand sketched quickly, she had no idea what was coming. She just drew. And then, the urge faded. Just like that, it was gone.
Kaitlyn frowned and looked down at her notebook to see what she'd drawn. She'd drawn herself. But it wasn't any ordinary self-portrait. Her smile was different, cruel and mean. And her teeth...she stared at them, biting her lip on a scream of horror. They weren't teeth at all, they were fangs.
Fangs, dripping with blood.
And in her arms, there was a body. A dead body, with what was obviously meant to be holes in her neck.
She began to shake. Somebody next to her saw the drawing and muttered, "God, you're morbid aren't you?"
Anna was sitting next to Kaitlyn. "Kait? Are you okay?"
Kaitlyn glanced at her, then at the drawing, and quickly covered it up. Anna hadn't seen. Good. She didn't want to show it to anyone. She couldn't bear the thought of it coming true.
"I'm fine," she lied quickly. "I - I have to go." Before Anna could say anymore, Kaitlyn gathered her things and fled the lecture theatre.
No. No. No way. That drawing could *not* come true. Real vampires did not exist. She shook her head in confusion.
Her drawings had always come true before.
She had to find out what this one meant.
And stop it.
And the dead boy in the drawing...
Who was he?
* * *
Part 2
Kaitlyn hurried back to her room, shutting the door behind her. She was sweating, which was completely unnatural for her. Glancing around, she saw her roommate was still in classes. Good. At least she wouldn't have to explain herself, or what was wrong.
What *was* wrong? She didn't know. Her drawings always, always came true. No matter what they were. Every single one had come true. But...but...She shook her head, looking again at the picture of herself as a vampire with a dead body in her arms.
And what was even more disconcerting, something she hadn't noticed before in the sudden panic of the discovery, was that the boy in the drawing looked vaguely familiar. She had seen him before somewhere, she was sure of it. But she couldn't place his name or his face right now.
She shoved the drawing under her mattress. No one would know about it. She wouldn't tell. Maybe if she kept it hidden or even tore it up...anything to prevent it from coming true.
I can't come true anyway, she told herself with shaky reassurance. Vampires aren't real. They're just a myth. That means it can't come true.
But somehow, she felt unsatisfied.
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Summary: The DV have graduated and moved on to college. Kaitlyn is still having her prophetic visions. They are showing her strange things that frighten her. She won't tell anyone, because they haven't come true yet. But they will...
Author's note: And I'd also like to point out I'm aware that there's a movie called Disturbing Behaviour but this story has NOTHING to do with it.
Part 1
The first drawing came during history class. Kaitlyn didn't know why she'd taken the subject again; the lectures had always bored her to death. Maybe that was just the teacher, though. This time, the subject seemed to fascinate her, and she wasn't sure why. Her major was American folklore. The whole group were taking that course, even Gabriel, who still seemed to think most of it was a load of rubbish.
Kaitlyn sat with her notepad on her knee, listening with interest and intent, when she suddenly felt a familiar urge to draw. The urge surprised her, as she had not felt something like this in quite a while. She still had her prophetic sense, but lately, it had been quiet, keeping in the background, no warnings of disaster given.
And yet, somehow, she knew that the peace she had felt for her first year of college was going to be shattered.
She flipped quickly to a blank page in her notebook, and let her hand just go. She couldn't explain the process any more now than she could then. Her hand sketched quickly, she had no idea what was coming. She just drew. And then, the urge faded. Just like that, it was gone.
Kaitlyn frowned and looked down at her notebook to see what she'd drawn. She'd drawn herself. But it wasn't any ordinary self-portrait. Her smile was different, cruel and mean. And her teeth...she stared at them, biting her lip on a scream of horror. They weren't teeth at all, they were fangs.
Fangs, dripping with blood.
And in her arms, there was a body. A dead body, with what was obviously meant to be holes in her neck.
She began to shake. Somebody next to her saw the drawing and muttered, "God, you're morbid aren't you?"
Anna was sitting next to Kaitlyn. "Kait? Are you okay?"
Kaitlyn glanced at her, then at the drawing, and quickly covered it up. Anna hadn't seen. Good. She didn't want to show it to anyone. She couldn't bear the thought of it coming true.
"I'm fine," she lied quickly. "I - I have to go." Before Anna could say anymore, Kaitlyn gathered her things and fled the lecture theatre.
No. No. No way. That drawing could *not* come true. Real vampires did not exist. She shook her head in confusion.
Her drawings had always come true before.
She had to find out what this one meant.
And stop it.
And the dead boy in the drawing...
Who was he?
* * *
Part 2
Kaitlyn hurried back to her room, shutting the door behind her. She was sweating, which was completely unnatural for her. Glancing around, she saw her roommate was still in classes. Good. At least she wouldn't have to explain herself, or what was wrong.
What *was* wrong? She didn't know. Her drawings always, always came true. No matter what they were. Every single one had come true. But...but...She shook her head, looking again at the picture of herself as a vampire with a dead body in her arms.
And what was even more disconcerting, something she hadn't noticed before in the sudden panic of the discovery, was that the boy in the drawing looked vaguely familiar. She had seen him before somewhere, she was sure of it. But she couldn't place his name or his face right now.
She shoved the drawing under her mattress. No one would know about it. She wouldn't tell. Maybe if she kept it hidden or even tore it up...anything to prevent it from coming true.
I can't come true anyway, she told herself with shaky reassurance. Vampires aren't real. They're just a myth. That means it can't come true.
But somehow, she felt unsatisfied.
* * *