Disclaimer: Nightworld isn't mine, blah blah blahhhh.
Thanks to Lisa, the only one has reviewed every chapter, I LOVE YOU!!! Keep reviewing my story, keep them up, any ideas, give me a buzz, it'll really help! I'm on the 6th chapter which is very very long to make up for all my
skimping (approx four times the size of chapter 5 and growing)......
Discoveries James had given up sieving through more mountains of useless books. Jackal and Eddie had found him, whilst trying to research for a talk on the Salem witch trials. The group had ended up staff fighting in the carpark. James had just swept Jackal off his feet when a crowd of people came out of one of the conference building, heading straight for them, and with them were his parents. Laughing with the excitement at almost getting James busted, the trio ran away from the building, bounding through the streets of Haversham at incredible speed. The light was failing, but darkness is where vampires lie in their element. The three came to one of the RSPB wildlife ponds, and in the high of the crisp night air, they fed upon the wild birds.
"At last, James. We thought you'd never do this with us again! How long has it been since you had even bruised me?" Jackal was answered by a large fist that went flying into his eye.
"About ten seconds."
"Are you challenging m-." Jackal was cut short by the sound of voices in the brush, and the flashes of torchlight. Eddie could hardly breathe for laughing as he coughed the words.
"Oh no! The Police! Lets make like a banana and split!" Before practically falling into a run up the bank, away from the pond.
The three Police officers were checking up on a complaint about a disturbance of the birds at the Pond. The boys had returned into an urban estate, running between the houses and up various alleys. James didn't notice they had split up, until he reached a dead end, the sound of the running police was getting louder, the panic was beginning to set in.
He was trapped.
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"Elizabeth!" the school girl ran up the carpeted stairs, ignoring the demands of her mother, tossing her rich brown hear over her shoulders, streaks of red blazing in the light.
"Hey Mom!" shutting her bedroom door behind her, Liz leaned against it and gave a sigh of relief. Her room, the only thing that had led her to consent to her family's moving house. It was more like a studio with a bed in it. The converted attic was as large as all the rooms on one floor squeezed together. It had an en-suite bathroom, a bed, a sofa bed and a balcony with double doors. Lizzy loved to sit on that balcony, and soak in the sunsets. On one large white wall, dozens of her pictures were stuck, with the sofa at it's base so as to view them in comfort and for visiting friends. Beautiful antique floorboards gave off a light fragrance of beeswax, accented by the green of potted palms, their spiked leaves clawing for the light of the balcony. Nervously, she collected together abandoned mugs, and placed them in a row on the floor. Knowing not what to do, or what to expect, Elizabeth sat before them, and concentrated.
Nothing happened.
Thinking back, Liz tried to remember exactly what happened earlier today. She was annoyed. And very angry. She got pummeled. She blew a fuse. The pot broke.
"Okay, so maybe if I make myself very angry, It'll happen again," Liz wasn't sure if she even wanted it to happen, she just wanted to prove a point. Casting her mind back, Liz thought of all the things that made her angry. Being let down by her friends. Being let down by herself. The day her cat was attacked by a dog and had to be put down. All of these things were slowly coming together, building a wall of disappointments and she directed them towards the mug in her mind. Unclenching her eyes, Liz looked at the mug in front of her. It was wobbling. Closing her eyes again, she dug her nails into the palm of her hand, she knew how her new power felt, she just needed to control it. The rush of energy flowed through her like fear or anger, and ran out and into the mug.
CRACK, the mug had broken.
Elizabeth smiled satisfied. God, it had got stuffy. Opening the balcony doors, Liz tried again. She did it quicker this time, concentrating on that deeper strength in her. The strength that was her passion in every thing. Love, hate, the source of feeling. Smiling, Liz collected the shards of pottery in her hand and walked to the bin.
She had a new power.
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James spun, looking for an escape, he could see the torches of the officers coming up the road already, then his parents would find out, then he would never get those motor-bike lessons for his seventeenth birthday. Where could he go? Garage? Too hard to get in. Trash can? He had morals. Wait, there, a balcony, easy climb and he could just sit it out 'til the officers had passed. With a running jump, James scaled the wall like a cat, banging his shin on a wooden climbing frame in his hurry. Pushing off gracefully from two floors of windows, he swung himself up silently onto the balcony rail. His sense of balance was unique, and envied. He dropped down onto teak decking and watched the confused police officers survey the street, they muttered into their walkie talkies about conducting door to door searches. A sharp pain diverted James' attention, his shin was swollen and bleeding. Yeuch, he hated wood wounds, they always got infected. Resisting the urge to poke at it, James turned to look at where the balcony lead to..........and froze.
Elizabeth was crouched on the floor.
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ohhhh......exciting or what!!!Next chapter may be some time due to the size of it, it'll be max 2/3 days. I might try to cut it up.
PLEASE REVIEW.....or else!!! It's really going to get good in the next chapter, promises of mush coming in the next chapter!!!
Thanks to Lisa, the only one has reviewed every chapter, I LOVE YOU!!! Keep reviewing my story, keep them up, any ideas, give me a buzz, it'll really help! I'm on the 6th chapter which is very very long to make up for all my
skimping (approx four times the size of chapter 5 and growing)......
Discoveries James had given up sieving through more mountains of useless books. Jackal and Eddie had found him, whilst trying to research for a talk on the Salem witch trials. The group had ended up staff fighting in the carpark. James had just swept Jackal off his feet when a crowd of people came out of one of the conference building, heading straight for them, and with them were his parents. Laughing with the excitement at almost getting James busted, the trio ran away from the building, bounding through the streets of Haversham at incredible speed. The light was failing, but darkness is where vampires lie in their element. The three came to one of the RSPB wildlife ponds, and in the high of the crisp night air, they fed upon the wild birds.
"At last, James. We thought you'd never do this with us again! How long has it been since you had even bruised me?" Jackal was answered by a large fist that went flying into his eye.
"About ten seconds."
"Are you challenging m-." Jackal was cut short by the sound of voices in the brush, and the flashes of torchlight. Eddie could hardly breathe for laughing as he coughed the words.
"Oh no! The Police! Lets make like a banana and split!" Before practically falling into a run up the bank, away from the pond.
The three Police officers were checking up on a complaint about a disturbance of the birds at the Pond. The boys had returned into an urban estate, running between the houses and up various alleys. James didn't notice they had split up, until he reached a dead end, the sound of the running police was getting louder, the panic was beginning to set in.
He was trapped.
*****************************************
"Elizabeth!" the school girl ran up the carpeted stairs, ignoring the demands of her mother, tossing her rich brown hear over her shoulders, streaks of red blazing in the light.
"Hey Mom!" shutting her bedroom door behind her, Liz leaned against it and gave a sigh of relief. Her room, the only thing that had led her to consent to her family's moving house. It was more like a studio with a bed in it. The converted attic was as large as all the rooms on one floor squeezed together. It had an en-suite bathroom, a bed, a sofa bed and a balcony with double doors. Lizzy loved to sit on that balcony, and soak in the sunsets. On one large white wall, dozens of her pictures were stuck, with the sofa at it's base so as to view them in comfort and for visiting friends. Beautiful antique floorboards gave off a light fragrance of beeswax, accented by the green of potted palms, their spiked leaves clawing for the light of the balcony. Nervously, she collected together abandoned mugs, and placed them in a row on the floor. Knowing not what to do, or what to expect, Elizabeth sat before them, and concentrated.
Nothing happened.
Thinking back, Liz tried to remember exactly what happened earlier today. She was annoyed. And very angry. She got pummeled. She blew a fuse. The pot broke.
"Okay, so maybe if I make myself very angry, It'll happen again," Liz wasn't sure if she even wanted it to happen, she just wanted to prove a point. Casting her mind back, Liz thought of all the things that made her angry. Being let down by her friends. Being let down by herself. The day her cat was attacked by a dog and had to be put down. All of these things were slowly coming together, building a wall of disappointments and she directed them towards the mug in her mind. Unclenching her eyes, Liz looked at the mug in front of her. It was wobbling. Closing her eyes again, she dug her nails into the palm of her hand, she knew how her new power felt, she just needed to control it. The rush of energy flowed through her like fear or anger, and ran out and into the mug.
CRACK, the mug had broken.
Elizabeth smiled satisfied. God, it had got stuffy. Opening the balcony doors, Liz tried again. She did it quicker this time, concentrating on that deeper strength in her. The strength that was her passion in every thing. Love, hate, the source of feeling. Smiling, Liz collected the shards of pottery in her hand and walked to the bin.
She had a new power.
****************************************
James spun, looking for an escape, he could see the torches of the officers coming up the road already, then his parents would find out, then he would never get those motor-bike lessons for his seventeenth birthday. Where could he go? Garage? Too hard to get in. Trash can? He had morals. Wait, there, a balcony, easy climb and he could just sit it out 'til the officers had passed. With a running jump, James scaled the wall like a cat, banging his shin on a wooden climbing frame in his hurry. Pushing off gracefully from two floors of windows, he swung himself up silently onto the balcony rail. His sense of balance was unique, and envied. He dropped down onto teak decking and watched the confused police officers survey the street, they muttered into their walkie talkies about conducting door to door searches. A sharp pain diverted James' attention, his shin was swollen and bleeding. Yeuch, he hated wood wounds, they always got infected. Resisting the urge to poke at it, James turned to look at where the balcony lead to..........and froze.
Elizabeth was crouched on the floor.
***************************************
ohhhh......exciting or what!!!Next chapter may be some time due to the size of it, it'll be max 2/3 days. I might try to cut it up.
PLEASE REVIEW.....or else!!! It's really going to get good in the next chapter, promises of mush coming in the next chapter!!!
