Nightworld 10
Crimson Flames
Spencer Esprit was didn't like school. Like every other teenager in existence, the thought of school made her grumble about the lack of morals, education and intelligence of her fellow peers. But what made school the worst for her was her lack of visibility. The feeling that she was insigifigant and was only part of a "group" because of the fact that she was monogamous....but without the marriage factor. All in all, most the time she felt like the ugly duckling. But as we all know, life must go on and we all have to attend school. She gazed at the road leading away from the school longingly. 'Just one more day' she mentally begged, but her wishes weren't appeased. She turned and walked past the school gate. She listened to the odd chatter of the students and frowned. There was so many voices, so many thoughts wizzing by, sometimes she wished she could hear them and other times she knew that she probably didn't want to know those thoughts. She continued in her tangent, unaware of anything. Something jabbed at her mind and she glanced up quickly and remained frozen by a pair of golden eyes. From the moment she saw those eyes she knew that she was in big trouble.
'God I hate doing this everyday' Jordan Kage thought to herself. 'Going to school during the day, pretending to be a normal teenager, then going out at night and fighting THEM.' THEM was bloodsucking monsters, also known as vampires. That was just part of Jordan's secret. A secret that was forbbiden for humans to know about, some did know about the things that existed in the dark, in the Nightworld, consisting of werewolves, witches, vampires and shapeshifters, it was true. But if the whole human race knew...there would be a mass genocide, and it would be the humans who didn't fare well. But that was her secret....she was a shapeshifer. She slayed the bloodsuckers that prowled her town. She was Jaws, the arctic fox and this was her territory.
Jordan saw her best friend Spencer Esprit (S pree) in front of her. She ran up to Spencer and wrapped her hands over Spencer's eyes. "Guess who?" Spencer who'd been staring at the golden eyes grabbed Jordan's small hands and quickly turned. She cocked an eyebrow. "The Cookie Monster?" she quipped. "Smart Ass" Jordan grumbled good naturedly. "Well if I'm the cookie monster, I guess I'll have to EAT my cookie!" she yelled and lunged for Spencer, well at her hair at least. Spencer's hair was the colour of melted chocolate and reminded you of something sweet and innocent. With her flashing hazel eyes and her soft ohohoh laugh she could sometimes be quite endearing. Other times... Spencer opened her mouth and let out a loud, peircing mock scream. Jordan winced, for such an introvert, Spencer could sure scream loud. Jordan was about to tell her to shut up when she sensed something. She glanced up and saw two pairs of eyes peering down at her. One pair was gold with a silvery grey mist shrouding them, the other was a bright sapphire. The gold eyes seemed to narrow sharply. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.
Jordan's eyes flickered to the guy's hand. He was wearing a ring with a black flower on it. The insignia of the Nightworld. It was an Iris. That meant he was a Lamia. The Lamia were vampires born that way, not turned. She looked at the other guy's hand. He had a ring too. It was a Dahlia. She started, that was the witches flower. Male witches were quite rare. "Who the hell are you?" The goldened eyed lamia asked again. In answer Jordan inclined her head slightly towards her wrist. She was wearing a braclet with her flower, the foxglove, on it. She saw their eyes widen. Spencer seeming oblivious clicked her fingers in front of Jordan's face. "Hey Jaws, snap out of it! We've got to get to class" Jordan shook her head. She'd talk to the lamia and witch later. For now.....she had history.
Jordan and Spencer walked out of their last class for the day. Jordan sighed, she hadn't seen either the Lamia or the Witch all day. Someone whistled shrilly from behind her. Everyone spun around. It was the 2 Nightworlders. They sauntered up to Spencer and Jordan. The Lamia's eyes wandered over each of them, observing. In the hallway the four seemed quite strange. The Witch's eyes sparkled with knowledge. He had a noble nose with a pair of rectangled black framed glasses perched on the end. His hair was red and messy, like he hadn't bothered to brush his hair that morning. The Lamia's eyes looked hungry. They held the fierce look of a predator. His mouth was dark red whilst he's skin was paler than anyone elses. His hair was midnight black and gave a bluish hue. Jordan's eyes were sea bottle green and glittered. Her hair was a white blond colour that reached her shoulder blades. Her mouth was pale pink and across her nose was a dusting of freckles. It was Spencer that made the party seem that much stranger however. Her hair was like chocolate and flicked up at the ends under her chin. Her eyes were hazel and shimmered with the force of her soul. Her nose was tiny like a button. But what was so strange about her was her waftiness. If one blinked, it seemed she's dissapear like a pixie. Sometimes people swore that they saw her dissapear, or things had gone through her. But they were only illusions. Jordan even thought that. Not even the power of invisibility or being intangible existed in the Nightworld. "Hey, um, girl with the braclet, can we talk to you for a minute?" Spencer looked at her wrists. Obviously not refering to her, she wasn't wearing a braclet. "I'll just leave you guys for a while" she said quietly. She turned and walked off, throwing a longing look at the Lamia as she left.
"So what are your names anyway?" Jordan asked placing her hands on her hips. "I know that you are a vampire-lamia to be exact, and you are a male witch-probably a Harman, since you're so friendly with the Redfern Clan...." She glanced and the Lamia, the Redfern's were the only clan of Lamia's that she knew of, so she hoped her assumption was right. The witch smiled, it was so friendly, Jordan wanted to melt. "Well, I'm Pyrus, Harman as you guessed and that is Salix Redfern" Salix's gold eyes flickered. "Who was the other one?" Jordan's eyes widened. "That was.....um......just, she's not one of us.......she's..." and Jordan cringed. 'Forgive me Spencer' she begged mentally. "....she's vermin" Salix inhaled sharply. "We don't use that term, we're C.D." Jordan's eyes dilated and she looked at them more closely. "Oh, of course" she muttered. Pyrus' red hair alerted Spencer to their whereabouts. She'd been wandering away, sure she'd promised she'd go.... but that didn't mean she hadn't fully intended to eavesdrop from the very beginning. But Salix wasn't an ordinary being. He could hear her a mile away. "Hello" he said without turning. "What do you want?" Spencer suddenly looked contrite. "Um.....I was wondering if you were done?"
Jordan glances up at Spencer with wide eyes. 'Uh oh' she thought. 'Spencer you moron' Salix rammed her into a wall. "How much did you hear?" Spencer's eyes opened wide. "You mean about the vermin and people not saying vermin because they're C.D's? Why would Compact disks be talking about vermin?" Salix's grip on her shoulder's lightened. Pyrus coughed loudly. "Um, hello" He greeted Spencer. "Don't mind Salix here, he's a bit paranoid." Salix shot Pyrus a dark glare. Jordan giggled helplessly. Spencer in turn glared at Jordan. It wasn't exactly fun to be pinned to the wall by a tall, gorgeous black haired hunk. 'I take that back' Spencer thought.