(A/N: Ok there may be some words in here that you are not familiar with.
No not those kinds of words. But if I use slang that I think might be
confusing I will mark it and specify the meaning at the bottom of the page.
I live on reviews like many writers here at ff.net so though this story
will be done soon, I will write more to post if it does not get reviewed I
will not post another story soon. Thank you for the time to read this and
good day)
Oh yeah and: I only own Katja in this chapter and later on Chris. I don't have a problem if you want to use them but please mark continuity (yes what little there is in this story) and let me know. Thank you.
Chapter 1
A girl sat alone on a bench in Central Park. It was mid morning on a Tuesday in may and she looked to be only about fifteen, but no one stopped to see why she wasn't in school. Her shoulder length blonde hair covered her face as she leaned over the book on her lap.
She was hungry. She had not had a full meal since she had run away, 2 weeks ago. Sure there had been bits and pieces around the park but even starving as she was she would not eat out of a trashcan. She would steal from a vender, or beg from passersby but she would NEVER eat out of a trashcan.
Her deformities, or curse, as she thought of them weren't actually that bad. Her eyes changed color so rapidly that they almost seemed to flash, first red, then yellow, then purple, but never a nice normal color. And her canine teeth had grown into fangs an inch long. She thought she looked like a vampire with those teeth. She half expected the need for blood to spring on her overnight like the physical changes had. But it didn't so there wasn't even a practical reason for the fangs.
Then that same sticky feeling started in her fingers, like she had just put her hand on one of those stick mousetraps. But there was no glue, there never was.
Knowing the result before she attempted she tried in vein to lift her hand from the spot n the bench where it had been resting. She waited a few minute then tried again. This time she was successful with minimal difficulty. She put her book down on the bench next to her hoping her hand wouldn't stick to it. It didn't.
(A/n: ok sorry about the shortness but to make up for it I will be posting every other day so you won't have to wait long. Now if you feel like pressing the little button right below us here you know the one that sends a review I would be very happy.)
Oh yeah and: I only own Katja in this chapter and later on Chris. I don't have a problem if you want to use them but please mark continuity (yes what little there is in this story) and let me know. Thank you.
Chapter 1
A girl sat alone on a bench in Central Park. It was mid morning on a Tuesday in may and she looked to be only about fifteen, but no one stopped to see why she wasn't in school. Her shoulder length blonde hair covered her face as she leaned over the book on her lap.
She was hungry. She had not had a full meal since she had run away, 2 weeks ago. Sure there had been bits and pieces around the park but even starving as she was she would not eat out of a trashcan. She would steal from a vender, or beg from passersby but she would NEVER eat out of a trashcan.
Her deformities, or curse, as she thought of them weren't actually that bad. Her eyes changed color so rapidly that they almost seemed to flash, first red, then yellow, then purple, but never a nice normal color. And her canine teeth had grown into fangs an inch long. She thought she looked like a vampire with those teeth. She half expected the need for blood to spring on her overnight like the physical changes had. But it didn't so there wasn't even a practical reason for the fangs.
Then that same sticky feeling started in her fingers, like she had just put her hand on one of those stick mousetraps. But there was no glue, there never was.
Knowing the result before she attempted she tried in vein to lift her hand from the spot n the bench where it had been resting. She waited a few minute then tried again. This time she was successful with minimal difficulty. She put her book down on the bench next to her hoping her hand wouldn't stick to it. It didn't.
(A/n: ok sorry about the shortness but to make up for it I will be posting every other day so you won't have to wait long. Now if you feel like pressing the little button right below us here you know the one that sends a review I would be very happy.)