Chapter 1, Welcome to bayville.
Fiamma exited the bus, the old bag throwen over her shoulder, she was happy to have finally left new orleans, not that she didn't loved New orlenes, but... the place, she would never go back there, her uncle would make sure of that. She looked around, the place smelt like flowers.. the usaul clove smoke wasn't around, and teens where accually.. Normal.
Now she just had to find somewhere to sleep before she joined her uncle.
The house was old and cheep, and cheep was good, even though uncy darl would pay her way though life, she rather just use the money she had left over. Anyway she had allready enlisted in school, Bayville highschool, mm sounded... seay. She brought a bed and got the man to bring it for her, "such a big house for a little girl?"he siad, the fat man looked around to see what house mates she might have "yeah mabye one day you too can own your own home." "How old are you?" he said, the brooklen accent slerred over his tounge. "old enough to protect myself." "what are you like 15?" "16, and don't runin the walls." "lady yur walls where allready runin before I got here." "I know, I was asking you not to clean them" he put away his rag, Fiamma then notced the ring on his finger, and the lust in his eyes. " So, hows the wife and kids?" she knew what she was thinking you didn't have to be a mind reader to know, she had the bonus that she was. "Look, the bed looks great there, heres your tip, my dad will be home soon.. so yeah." This was a lie, her father had been dead for over 7 years, and this man didn't belve her, he thought so. he walked slowly over to her... "look just back off ok? I don't want to hurt you" "What is a little girl like you gonna do?" it wasn't till his hand was buring that he relised, her voice came from inside his head. "wha.. what are you?" She looked up her Absenth green eyes glowing, "nothing you can take on" she threw to him a wadd of cash. "leave now, don't tell anyone, I know your thoughs... I know you, your children... Agitha. All of it, now leave and don't tell anyone." he did fast, Fiamma sat down upon her bed. She pulled her tiny t.v watch, the only thing that keep her sane, and watched whatever was on. She awoke to the sun, it looked like 5.30. School was gonna start REAL soon... she jumped outta bed.. not that there was much to jump out of.
She pulled on her netting, her black *hate me* top and her vynal mini. Her knee high Monster boots and her fav good luck strip socks that go only an inch above her boots, she hid her tail.. as she allways did. She brushed her black/blue long hair. Traced her eyes with black, she had masterd the art of putting on makeup without a mirror. Only her eyes and hair gave away her catness that and the way she stood, held her body and walked. Ok so her tail was the only thing missing, but.. this could be passes off as a teenager thing.
She grabed her leather book. Another parental talastment.
She walked into her first class, or more she stalked. Looking at her day table she saw she had Bioligy, she accually liked that, not that she would ever let on.
The teacher was a young woman, with blond hair and glasses, "how cleche" Fiamma siad to herself, strutting in she gave her 'slip' to the teach."Oh fiiammaa? fimma?" she bent her head to the teacher, gracefully.. without knowing it.. "Fiamma, its italian, for flame" she wisperded into her teachers ear. " Oh sorry, class this is...." The bable just washed over Fiamma, her eye caught a boy with blue hair... niceeee. She looked down at his arm.. his watch didn't look excatly like a watch but like a... "er Fiamma?" She looked up from him.. "yess?" "you can sit next to kurt." Fiamma knew where she was going.. she sat down next to him.. and she fell silent.. dam her shyness. "Hey!" she lit up with his accent. "Your, your german?" "Yes!" hes grin widen, then failed, "is that a problem?" "No, no, not.. not at all." He seem to intimadate her, even though his toothy smile was so much like hers (allthough she didn't noticed untill later) he had a, mental impact on her, she had band her telepathy for the room other wise the noise would drive her crazy, but there was something about this blue haird boy. Also he's hair, didn't seam to be dye, it was almost naural, a boy with blue hair, that could only be one..thing, by this time she noticed she was stareing at the boy, hes arm shot up behind his head to scratch it, he was oviously embrassed, "uh sorry, I kinnda spaced out." she turned around, her pale face buring up. the teacher started to talk, she felt JKurt look at her, but was still to embrassed to look back.. Only thing she knew is that she would find out more about the intersting blue baby doll.
She serched for he next class, they heavy books weighing her down, the leather binds slippery. There heavyness only made the fate of the books more real. Their sound was a heavy bang. After about ten people passed and delayed her makeing her drop the books agian, on person came to her resucue, a sliver hair guy.. his clear blue eyes hide something to the world. He bent over to help Fiamma. On getting up she though she migt as her saviour for on more favour." Uh, think um..." "Pietro." "huh, cool name, Im Fiamma, I was woundering, since you so kind and all.." he though this funny and made a little nose like laughing. "you think Im kind?" "well you helped me didn't you?" He looked at her, and blinked once..." yeah. Don't tell anyone k?" a grin spread over his face." But you see, when I see a cute girl I have to stop and be their, er, lets say knight in shineing amour, or." Looking down. "Moron top, in todays case." "well In any case, thank you, but Im gonna have to ask another favour of you?" she looked hopeful at this somewhat jummpy young lad. "Anything." "could you? Would you? help me find my next class?" "aaahh, what have you got?" "Art, um, yeah art." "Really? You in luck thats what Class I have." "really?" Fiamma was happy that peitro was in her class, this cute guy was deffenally someone she wanted to know better, but she had to ask, just as they where walking off.. "Do you drink a llot of coffie?" he just laughed.
Peitro invited her to sit with him and his friends, but she just wanted to be alone. she sat, on the grass (she allways love nature) and pulled out her mothers old book, It was an old German faeiry tales, her mother use to read it to her before she went to bed in Aue, the most beautiful place in the world, so close to the river, and the moutians held the best smell, she opend her eyes to see the blue haired boy, kurt, looking at her book, she jumped. "sorry to startle you, but I came over to see if you wanted any comapny, and noticed, that your books, its German. " "yes, I know." "I have that book and its all german, mabye it was turned into an eglish book?" "No, No I got it from... from a lady i once knew, back when I lived in Aue.... " "germany." "Yes youve heard of it, Ive been there once, its extreamly beautiful." That made her smile, it sounded perfict with his accent. "It is.thank you, I have a great respect for that place, and you just made me relise it is as speacil as i allways though." He grined agian, thats when she noticed what was so familer about his smile.. he had, something like fangs.. like she did. "Do you, mabye wanna sit down?" "Oh, uh.. no I can't." he saw the sadness in her eyes, "Oh ok.." but you can come sit with my friends." She looked up to the table he was pointing at. "Oh, well thats nice but... no. Im too shy.. Mabye another day, today I just wanna read my book... is that OK? "Of Course it is! You just come over whenever your ready fruelin!" He waved and then left, looking back now and agian. She read his mind this time, and knew what he was... just like her.
Fiamma exited the bus, the old bag throwen over her shoulder, she was happy to have finally left new orleans, not that she didn't loved New orlenes, but... the place, she would never go back there, her uncle would make sure of that. She looked around, the place smelt like flowers.. the usaul clove smoke wasn't around, and teens where accually.. Normal.
Now she just had to find somewhere to sleep before she joined her uncle.
The house was old and cheep, and cheep was good, even though uncy darl would pay her way though life, she rather just use the money she had left over. Anyway she had allready enlisted in school, Bayville highschool, mm sounded... seay. She brought a bed and got the man to bring it for her, "such a big house for a little girl?"he siad, the fat man looked around to see what house mates she might have "yeah mabye one day you too can own your own home." "How old are you?" he said, the brooklen accent slerred over his tounge. "old enough to protect myself." "what are you like 15?" "16, and don't runin the walls." "lady yur walls where allready runin before I got here." "I know, I was asking you not to clean them" he put away his rag, Fiamma then notced the ring on his finger, and the lust in his eyes. " So, hows the wife and kids?" she knew what she was thinking you didn't have to be a mind reader to know, she had the bonus that she was. "Look, the bed looks great there, heres your tip, my dad will be home soon.. so yeah." This was a lie, her father had been dead for over 7 years, and this man didn't belve her, he thought so. he walked slowly over to her... "look just back off ok? I don't want to hurt you" "What is a little girl like you gonna do?" it wasn't till his hand was buring that he relised, her voice came from inside his head. "wha.. what are you?" She looked up her Absenth green eyes glowing, "nothing you can take on" she threw to him a wadd of cash. "leave now, don't tell anyone, I know your thoughs... I know you, your children... Agitha. All of it, now leave and don't tell anyone." he did fast, Fiamma sat down upon her bed. She pulled her tiny t.v watch, the only thing that keep her sane, and watched whatever was on. She awoke to the sun, it looked like 5.30. School was gonna start REAL soon... she jumped outta bed.. not that there was much to jump out of.
She pulled on her netting, her black *hate me* top and her vynal mini. Her knee high Monster boots and her fav good luck strip socks that go only an inch above her boots, she hid her tail.. as she allways did. She brushed her black/blue long hair. Traced her eyes with black, she had masterd the art of putting on makeup without a mirror. Only her eyes and hair gave away her catness that and the way she stood, held her body and walked. Ok so her tail was the only thing missing, but.. this could be passes off as a teenager thing.
She grabed her leather book. Another parental talastment.
She walked into her first class, or more she stalked. Looking at her day table she saw she had Bioligy, she accually liked that, not that she would ever let on.
The teacher was a young woman, with blond hair and glasses, "how cleche" Fiamma siad to herself, strutting in she gave her 'slip' to the teach."Oh fiiammaa? fimma?" she bent her head to the teacher, gracefully.. without knowing it.. "Fiamma, its italian, for flame" she wisperded into her teachers ear. " Oh sorry, class this is...." The bable just washed over Fiamma, her eye caught a boy with blue hair... niceeee. She looked down at his arm.. his watch didn't look excatly like a watch but like a... "er Fiamma?" She looked up from him.. "yess?" "you can sit next to kurt." Fiamma knew where she was going.. she sat down next to him.. and she fell silent.. dam her shyness. "Hey!" she lit up with his accent. "Your, your german?" "Yes!" hes grin widen, then failed, "is that a problem?" "No, no, not.. not at all." He seem to intimadate her, even though his toothy smile was so much like hers (allthough she didn't noticed untill later) he had a, mental impact on her, she had band her telepathy for the room other wise the noise would drive her crazy, but there was something about this blue haird boy. Also he's hair, didn't seam to be dye, it was almost naural, a boy with blue hair, that could only be one..thing, by this time she noticed she was stareing at the boy, hes arm shot up behind his head to scratch it, he was oviously embrassed, "uh sorry, I kinnda spaced out." she turned around, her pale face buring up. the teacher started to talk, she felt JKurt look at her, but was still to embrassed to look back.. Only thing she knew is that she would find out more about the intersting blue baby doll.
She serched for he next class, they heavy books weighing her down, the leather binds slippery. There heavyness only made the fate of the books more real. Their sound was a heavy bang. After about ten people passed and delayed her makeing her drop the books agian, on person came to her resucue, a sliver hair guy.. his clear blue eyes hide something to the world. He bent over to help Fiamma. On getting up she though she migt as her saviour for on more favour." Uh, think um..." "Pietro." "huh, cool name, Im Fiamma, I was woundering, since you so kind and all.." he though this funny and made a little nose like laughing. "you think Im kind?" "well you helped me didn't you?" He looked at her, and blinked once..." yeah. Don't tell anyone k?" a grin spread over his face." But you see, when I see a cute girl I have to stop and be their, er, lets say knight in shineing amour, or." Looking down. "Moron top, in todays case." "well In any case, thank you, but Im gonna have to ask another favour of you?" she looked hopeful at this somewhat jummpy young lad. "Anything." "could you? Would you? help me find my next class?" "aaahh, what have you got?" "Art, um, yeah art." "Really? You in luck thats what Class I have." "really?" Fiamma was happy that peitro was in her class, this cute guy was deffenally someone she wanted to know better, but she had to ask, just as they where walking off.. "Do you drink a llot of coffie?" he just laughed.
Peitro invited her to sit with him and his friends, but she just wanted to be alone. she sat, on the grass (she allways love nature) and pulled out her mothers old book, It was an old German faeiry tales, her mother use to read it to her before she went to bed in Aue, the most beautiful place in the world, so close to the river, and the moutians held the best smell, she opend her eyes to see the blue haired boy, kurt, looking at her book, she jumped. "sorry to startle you, but I came over to see if you wanted any comapny, and noticed, that your books, its German. " "yes, I know." "I have that book and its all german, mabye it was turned into an eglish book?" "No, No I got it from... from a lady i once knew, back when I lived in Aue.... " "germany." "Yes youve heard of it, Ive been there once, its extreamly beautiful." That made her smile, it sounded perfict with his accent. "It is.thank you, I have a great respect for that place, and you just made me relise it is as speacil as i allways though." He grined agian, thats when she noticed what was so familer about his smile.. he had, something like fangs.. like she did. "Do you, mabye wanna sit down?" "Oh, uh.. no I can't." he saw the sadness in her eyes, "Oh ok.." but you can come sit with my friends." She looked up to the table he was pointing at. "Oh, well thats nice but... no. Im too shy.. Mabye another day, today I just wanna read my book... is that OK? "Of Course it is! You just come over whenever your ready fruelin!" He waved and then left, looking back now and agian. She read his mind this time, and knew what he was... just like her.