Well, here's the next chapter. The one after this should have some action
in it. By the way, the prologue was the future. Like, future, goes back to
present, then ends in the future again. Yeah. . . anywho. Keep reviewing!
Amy: Here's more! Thanks, that means a lot that you think the prologue was wonderful. : )
Zabella: Want more? Keep reviewing! *big smily face n stuff* I'm glad you like it so far. I hope you like the actual plot as well.
Emmanuelle: I'm glad you like her. No, I didn't take this from personal experience. I don't think I have, anyway. I wrote the prologue a long time ago and found it and started thinking about putting it into and story and yeah.. She is lonely and lost in the prologue.
Lost Rose Chapter 1
Lyrics are from Riddlin' Kids - Wasted Away
~She doesn't feel like she fits in in the small town she lives in. She doesn't think the same and they can tell she's different. No one knows her name. They don't talk to her they pass right by it makes her feel so invisible. She buries her head in books, tries to ignore all the dirty looks, she pretends she is some other person. She's got dreams. She wants to see the world someday if she can ever get out of this place. ~
The last day of school, day 179, was finally there. Students watched the clock intently, impatient for the final hour to pass. Graduation was in five hours. Seniors danced in their seats, screamed excitedly, gossiped loudly about who dumped who for college, or cried and hugged while teachers stared out at their window, knowing that they were going to be at work for more hours than the squealing teenagers.
Rosianna Vespertillio lifted her eyes from the notepad that was covered in lead. Her eyes scanned the older familiar faces of her art class and immediately drifted down to finish sketching the angles of what appeared to be a girl with long dark hair and slanted eyes, a cocked eyebrow and fangs bloodied, a long flowing gown surrounding a slender body. The girl held a body-male-away from her, the neck bent oddly and a patch of skin torn off. Dark smudges of blood dribbled onto the floor.
It was an exaggeration of her-Rose Vespertillio, youngest and most prized daughter of a high placed lamia family. Ageless ruthless blood coursed through her veins and gleamed in her green eyes. Black thick hair and her pale skin made her the cliché vampire of her family, and the only. Her aura around the humans had increased as of late as well, for they seemed to be too intimidated to speak to her. They did not know who the girl was, only that she existed and watched, someone you shouldn't talk to or you'll gain the reputation of being possible of bringing a gun to school. Or a stake. But all the Night People that roamed the human-packed school knew her and would rarely meet her eyes.
When she was younger and still a child, learning the Night World ways on an enclave, her teachers had suggested she was Maya's reincarnation. That thought was quickly demolished when Maya had paid a visit to the Vespertillio's. The original vampire had taken Rose to the more prey filled world when she entered middle school, wanting the girl to know the thrill of hunting wild. Putting her in a small town in California, Maya had left shortly after to rejoin the Night World and speak to Hunter Redfern. Rumors had been heard about Thierry Descoudres' soulmate killing Maya, but there had been no proof. Rose knew it to be true in the lack of dreams Maya used to send her of killing.
Rose watched as her pencil fluidly moved over the paper, shading in the dark hue of blood. Black and white fit this piece well; capturing the gleam of predator color usually dried her eyes of. Capturing time in a single piece, death, and thrill.
The noise coming from her headphones silenced as it went onto the next song, but enough time for a noise to seep into her ears. A loud sob escaped a girl and Rose's eyes snapped up to a cheerleader named Ashley. She seemed the average cliché cheerleader-blonde, big blue eyes, large assets. Her arms were wrapped around another cooler cheerleader. As Rose's telepathy touched the outside of Ashley's aura, she caught hatred, disgust against the girl calming her, and despair. And a picture of the quarterback "letting her move on."
Rose smirked and let her eyes pass over the room once more. She couldn't help it. She wasn't a senior, but becoming a junior, yet she would miss the people around her. She had to admit the mix of these auras of strong-willed humans she would miss, and she wondered how many would die at graduation party by hungry vampires who tried drinking vermin alcohol.
Her eyes caught the teachers, Ms. Renavin. A werewolf aging slowly in her late 30s, Ms. Renavin was easily the most liked teacher at the high school. She seemed to understand the students better and shared much of the same humor. The dark brown eyes looked amused and annoyed, glancing over at the cheerleaders before resuming their place on something outside the window.
Ashyr Cruentare plopped into the seat across from Rose, grey eyes studying her like a scientist. Ashyr was a vampire, lamia to be precise, a lower place than the Vespertillio's, but still a well-known family. He had arrived at the high school a month after Spring Break had ended as a senior, and had received a large reputation since. He had become instantly popular amongst the girls, easy-going and laid-back. He gave the I-don't- care attitude but pulled a 3.9 GPA. Rose had constantly wondered if he had blackmailed the teachers. She disliked the fact that his looks-dark brown hair almost red, and wicked gray eyes-made it impossible to hate him.
A pale hand reached out and snapped the notepad from her grip as she stared dumbly. He had never hinted if he thought her weird or not, and still didn't.
Ashyr's magnetic eyes studied the drawing, absorbing every flaw and shade. After a minute or two of silence, he smiled, flashing white teeth, and handed the paper back to her. "You're skilled, but don't be so blatant at your heritage," he drawled. A darker ring seemed to absorb into the pupil of his eye as he leaned back in his seat.
Rose was silent.
He glanced behind him at the two cheerleaders and smirked. He slanted a glance at her and stated, "That's just disgusting. Who would have thought even Ashley Belenjari could look ugly crying? I feel bad for any guy who decides to take advantage of her."
Rose closed the notepad that was now laying on the table in-between them. "Are you going to feel sorry for yourself? I didn't know that our kind knew how to," she said softly, tones chilling.
Ashyr leaned back in his chair; the back two legs hold him. He crossed his arms and smiled. "I'm special. . .almost as special as our beloved Rosianna." His voice was mocking and his eyes were playful.
She couldn't help but grin. "If I'm special, you're Ed."
"You use human jokes?" he asked, chuckling. "Where's my helmet?"
"Missing since before you lost your brain, I believe," Rose said coolly and smiled.
Ashyr grinned back. "Your friend is that leopard, right? Janice somethingorother. . ." he trailed off before lifting an eyebrow.
"Janice Swift."
"Yeah, her." He absently fingered the bottom of his black shirt and asked, "You going to her party tonight?"
Janice was Rose's best friend, a senior and graduating somewhere in the top of her class. The two girls had met on the first day of 7th grade and they'd been friends since. She was known for having the best parties, even better than the cheerleaders, but secluded. Only Night People were invited, but humans often slipped in and killed as dates or fooling the chunk of werewolf that guarded the front door.
The graduation party was supposedly going to be the best Janice had ever thrown. Even the other high schools in the area were going.
"Of course I am," Rose said, studying Ashyr.
There was another mischievous light in his eyes as he flashed another smile. "I'll see you there, then," he said and stood.
As he walked away, Rose whispered to herself, "See ya."
The more you review, the more gets out! R/R!
Amy: Here's more! Thanks, that means a lot that you think the prologue was wonderful. : )
Zabella: Want more? Keep reviewing! *big smily face n stuff* I'm glad you like it so far. I hope you like the actual plot as well.
Emmanuelle: I'm glad you like her. No, I didn't take this from personal experience. I don't think I have, anyway. I wrote the prologue a long time ago and found it and started thinking about putting it into and story and yeah.. She is lonely and lost in the prologue.
Lost Rose Chapter 1
Lyrics are from Riddlin' Kids - Wasted Away
~She doesn't feel like she fits in in the small town she lives in. She doesn't think the same and they can tell she's different. No one knows her name. They don't talk to her they pass right by it makes her feel so invisible. She buries her head in books, tries to ignore all the dirty looks, she pretends she is some other person. She's got dreams. She wants to see the world someday if she can ever get out of this place. ~
The last day of school, day 179, was finally there. Students watched the clock intently, impatient for the final hour to pass. Graduation was in five hours. Seniors danced in their seats, screamed excitedly, gossiped loudly about who dumped who for college, or cried and hugged while teachers stared out at their window, knowing that they were going to be at work for more hours than the squealing teenagers.
Rosianna Vespertillio lifted her eyes from the notepad that was covered in lead. Her eyes scanned the older familiar faces of her art class and immediately drifted down to finish sketching the angles of what appeared to be a girl with long dark hair and slanted eyes, a cocked eyebrow and fangs bloodied, a long flowing gown surrounding a slender body. The girl held a body-male-away from her, the neck bent oddly and a patch of skin torn off. Dark smudges of blood dribbled onto the floor.
It was an exaggeration of her-Rose Vespertillio, youngest and most prized daughter of a high placed lamia family. Ageless ruthless blood coursed through her veins and gleamed in her green eyes. Black thick hair and her pale skin made her the cliché vampire of her family, and the only. Her aura around the humans had increased as of late as well, for they seemed to be too intimidated to speak to her. They did not know who the girl was, only that she existed and watched, someone you shouldn't talk to or you'll gain the reputation of being possible of bringing a gun to school. Or a stake. But all the Night People that roamed the human-packed school knew her and would rarely meet her eyes.
When she was younger and still a child, learning the Night World ways on an enclave, her teachers had suggested she was Maya's reincarnation. That thought was quickly demolished when Maya had paid a visit to the Vespertillio's. The original vampire had taken Rose to the more prey filled world when she entered middle school, wanting the girl to know the thrill of hunting wild. Putting her in a small town in California, Maya had left shortly after to rejoin the Night World and speak to Hunter Redfern. Rumors had been heard about Thierry Descoudres' soulmate killing Maya, but there had been no proof. Rose knew it to be true in the lack of dreams Maya used to send her of killing.
Rose watched as her pencil fluidly moved over the paper, shading in the dark hue of blood. Black and white fit this piece well; capturing the gleam of predator color usually dried her eyes of. Capturing time in a single piece, death, and thrill.
The noise coming from her headphones silenced as it went onto the next song, but enough time for a noise to seep into her ears. A loud sob escaped a girl and Rose's eyes snapped up to a cheerleader named Ashley. She seemed the average cliché cheerleader-blonde, big blue eyes, large assets. Her arms were wrapped around another cooler cheerleader. As Rose's telepathy touched the outside of Ashley's aura, she caught hatred, disgust against the girl calming her, and despair. And a picture of the quarterback "letting her move on."
Rose smirked and let her eyes pass over the room once more. She couldn't help it. She wasn't a senior, but becoming a junior, yet she would miss the people around her. She had to admit the mix of these auras of strong-willed humans she would miss, and she wondered how many would die at graduation party by hungry vampires who tried drinking vermin alcohol.
Her eyes caught the teachers, Ms. Renavin. A werewolf aging slowly in her late 30s, Ms. Renavin was easily the most liked teacher at the high school. She seemed to understand the students better and shared much of the same humor. The dark brown eyes looked amused and annoyed, glancing over at the cheerleaders before resuming their place on something outside the window.
Ashyr Cruentare plopped into the seat across from Rose, grey eyes studying her like a scientist. Ashyr was a vampire, lamia to be precise, a lower place than the Vespertillio's, but still a well-known family. He had arrived at the high school a month after Spring Break had ended as a senior, and had received a large reputation since. He had become instantly popular amongst the girls, easy-going and laid-back. He gave the I-don't- care attitude but pulled a 3.9 GPA. Rose had constantly wondered if he had blackmailed the teachers. She disliked the fact that his looks-dark brown hair almost red, and wicked gray eyes-made it impossible to hate him.
A pale hand reached out and snapped the notepad from her grip as she stared dumbly. He had never hinted if he thought her weird or not, and still didn't.
Ashyr's magnetic eyes studied the drawing, absorbing every flaw and shade. After a minute or two of silence, he smiled, flashing white teeth, and handed the paper back to her. "You're skilled, but don't be so blatant at your heritage," he drawled. A darker ring seemed to absorb into the pupil of his eye as he leaned back in his seat.
Rose was silent.
He glanced behind him at the two cheerleaders and smirked. He slanted a glance at her and stated, "That's just disgusting. Who would have thought even Ashley Belenjari could look ugly crying? I feel bad for any guy who decides to take advantage of her."
Rose closed the notepad that was now laying on the table in-between them. "Are you going to feel sorry for yourself? I didn't know that our kind knew how to," she said softly, tones chilling.
Ashyr leaned back in his chair; the back two legs hold him. He crossed his arms and smiled. "I'm special. . .almost as special as our beloved Rosianna." His voice was mocking and his eyes were playful.
She couldn't help but grin. "If I'm special, you're Ed."
"You use human jokes?" he asked, chuckling. "Where's my helmet?"
"Missing since before you lost your brain, I believe," Rose said coolly and smiled.
Ashyr grinned back. "Your friend is that leopard, right? Janice somethingorother. . ." he trailed off before lifting an eyebrow.
"Janice Swift."
"Yeah, her." He absently fingered the bottom of his black shirt and asked, "You going to her party tonight?"
Janice was Rose's best friend, a senior and graduating somewhere in the top of her class. The two girls had met on the first day of 7th grade and they'd been friends since. She was known for having the best parties, even better than the cheerleaders, but secluded. Only Night People were invited, but humans often slipped in and killed as dates or fooling the chunk of werewolf that guarded the front door.
The graduation party was supposedly going to be the best Janice had ever thrown. Even the other high schools in the area were going.
"Of course I am," Rose said, studying Ashyr.
There was another mischievous light in his eyes as he flashed another smile. "I'll see you there, then," he said and stood.
As he walked away, Rose whispered to herself, "See ya."
The more you review, the more gets out! R/R!