Lynne Ewing owns something that I do not. A life! Hahaha! Also, she's got
this small thing called a book deal. I'll get one of those someday. . . but
until then, she owns DotM, and I do not. Ok. Continue reading.
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Serena walked down the dark street, glancing behind her every now and then. She felt eyes following her, and felt cautious, but not too cautious. Stanton followed her regularly, and she had gotten used to the Prince of Darkness keeping tabs on her. She reached her driveway and turned around once more, hoping Stanton might of transformed into his human form, but she saw nothing. She turned back around, sighing, although she wasn't sure whether it was a sigh from disappointment or relief.
She stepped into her kitchen and bent over to pick up Wally, her pet raccoon. His small claws dug into her skin as he sniffed her neck, happy to have her home. Serena walked over to Wally's empty water dish and she filled it up with crisp, cool water from her sink. She put the dish on the floor and put Wally next to it, then walked up the stairs to her room. She turned into her room and threw her backpack onto her floor, and set her cello up against her wall, then flopped down onto her bed. Her day had been tiring; orchestra, school, Daughters of the Moon stuff, a run in with followers, a confusing meeting with Maggie, annoying boys hitting on her, and so many little things that had just piled up higher and higher that had just started to weigh her down.
Her thoughts started to drift in and out as sleep started to claim her. Her last glimpse of the real world was of the waning moon, half way towards the new moon.
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Serena woke the next morning to the high pitched squeal of her alarm clock. She was sweating, even though it wasn't hot out. However, she couldn't remember what she was dreaming about. She suddenly got a quick rush of chills throughout her body and she shivered involuntarily. She got out of bed and realized that she had slept without changing her clothes. She rapidly changed out of them, the coldness of the air suddenly reaching her, and put on new warmer clothes. She wore a hooded sweatshirt advertising for one of her favorite bands and some nice, snug, warm jeans. She put on her socks and stylish tie-dye slippers and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
'Thank god it's Saturday,' she thought to herself, as she looked at the clock and realized it was 9:30. She had orchestra at 10, and she was meeting the other Daughters at noon. She took out a breakfast bar and walked around her house, searching for her comfortable sneakers and orchestra music. She wasn't worried about her appearance that day; she was going for more of a comfortable over stylish apparel that day. She hurriedly put her hair into a messy pony tail and rushed out of the house, yelling good-bye to her older brother Collin and Wally. She rushed to the bus stop and arrived there just as the bus pulled up. She climbed on and deposited her money, and rode until the stop for her school. As she exited the bus, she again felt the presence of eyes on her. This time, it was odd for her, because Stanton never liked being in the day light anymore. He could do it, but she would be very surprised if he started stalking her during the day time. She started walking towards the auditorium where the orchestra practiced, still sensing watchful eyes. She turned around, expecting to see Stanton, or some perverted guy, or an annoying tourist who was lost. However, she saw no one. She cautiously used her mind to reach out and search for another mind present. To her astonishment, she found someone. It didn't usually happen this way. Whenever she probed for other minds when being followed, her follower would mask their thoughts. She searched the mind extremely cautiously, incase it was a trap, but she found it completely open to her. She realized that she was bordering on the edge of being late, so she quickly found a name, address and picture of her follower and walked into the auditorium.
As the door slammed behind her, she searched the picture further. The man was about 6 foot, dark hair with bangs hanging into his face, and it was messy, although in a good way. It fit his looks. His bright blue eyes seemed to bore into her, even as she just gazed at the picture. She sensed something more in him, although she was not sure what she was sensing.
She climbed onto the stage and took her cello out of it's case. She put her music on the stand and started silently putting her fingers down in their positions, practicing the moves that made the sultry music. As the other members of the orchestra filed in around her, she started to become distracted until the instructor came up and calmed them down. Soon, the tantalizing music surrounded her, and the world around her was lost.
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Yup, that's my first chapter for my new story. Hope ya like it! And wouldn't you like to know who the tall, mysterious, handsome stranger is? Trust me, ya do ;-P. Alright, I gots to go. I'll hopefully post soon! Adios!
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Serena walked down the dark street, glancing behind her every now and then. She felt eyes following her, and felt cautious, but not too cautious. Stanton followed her regularly, and she had gotten used to the Prince of Darkness keeping tabs on her. She reached her driveway and turned around once more, hoping Stanton might of transformed into his human form, but she saw nothing. She turned back around, sighing, although she wasn't sure whether it was a sigh from disappointment or relief.
She stepped into her kitchen and bent over to pick up Wally, her pet raccoon. His small claws dug into her skin as he sniffed her neck, happy to have her home. Serena walked over to Wally's empty water dish and she filled it up with crisp, cool water from her sink. She put the dish on the floor and put Wally next to it, then walked up the stairs to her room. She turned into her room and threw her backpack onto her floor, and set her cello up against her wall, then flopped down onto her bed. Her day had been tiring; orchestra, school, Daughters of the Moon stuff, a run in with followers, a confusing meeting with Maggie, annoying boys hitting on her, and so many little things that had just piled up higher and higher that had just started to weigh her down.
Her thoughts started to drift in and out as sleep started to claim her. Her last glimpse of the real world was of the waning moon, half way towards the new moon.
***
Serena woke the next morning to the high pitched squeal of her alarm clock. She was sweating, even though it wasn't hot out. However, she couldn't remember what she was dreaming about. She suddenly got a quick rush of chills throughout her body and she shivered involuntarily. She got out of bed and realized that she had slept without changing her clothes. She rapidly changed out of them, the coldness of the air suddenly reaching her, and put on new warmer clothes. She wore a hooded sweatshirt advertising for one of her favorite bands and some nice, snug, warm jeans. She put on her socks and stylish tie-dye slippers and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
'Thank god it's Saturday,' she thought to herself, as she looked at the clock and realized it was 9:30. She had orchestra at 10, and she was meeting the other Daughters at noon. She took out a breakfast bar and walked around her house, searching for her comfortable sneakers and orchestra music. She wasn't worried about her appearance that day; she was going for more of a comfortable over stylish apparel that day. She hurriedly put her hair into a messy pony tail and rushed out of the house, yelling good-bye to her older brother Collin and Wally. She rushed to the bus stop and arrived there just as the bus pulled up. She climbed on and deposited her money, and rode until the stop for her school. As she exited the bus, she again felt the presence of eyes on her. This time, it was odd for her, because Stanton never liked being in the day light anymore. He could do it, but she would be very surprised if he started stalking her during the day time. She started walking towards the auditorium where the orchestra practiced, still sensing watchful eyes. She turned around, expecting to see Stanton, or some perverted guy, or an annoying tourist who was lost. However, she saw no one. She cautiously used her mind to reach out and search for another mind present. To her astonishment, she found someone. It didn't usually happen this way. Whenever she probed for other minds when being followed, her follower would mask their thoughts. She searched the mind extremely cautiously, incase it was a trap, but she found it completely open to her. She realized that she was bordering on the edge of being late, so she quickly found a name, address and picture of her follower and walked into the auditorium.
As the door slammed behind her, she searched the picture further. The man was about 6 foot, dark hair with bangs hanging into his face, and it was messy, although in a good way. It fit his looks. His bright blue eyes seemed to bore into her, even as she just gazed at the picture. She sensed something more in him, although she was not sure what she was sensing.
She climbed onto the stage and took her cello out of it's case. She put her music on the stand and started silently putting her fingers down in their positions, practicing the moves that made the sultry music. As the other members of the orchestra filed in around her, she started to become distracted until the instructor came up and calmed them down. Soon, the tantalizing music surrounded her, and the world around her was lost.
***
Yup, that's my first chapter for my new story. Hope ya like it! And wouldn't you like to know who the tall, mysterious, handsome stranger is? Trust me, ya do ;-P. Alright, I gots to go. I'll hopefully post soon! Adios!