Chapter One: First Meeting/ Fate can be mean
Walking on the streets of D.C.,
On the eastcoast where I live, You say what's the problem
What's with this angry kid
You don't like the way I walk, Or the way I talk,
Or the way I swing my hands,
You don't like the words I speak, or the thoughts I think
And I know you'll never understand
[Chorus]
You know
On the eastcoast, we ride until we die
You know,
Well there's a place inside my mind,
Yeah a place you'll never find,
There's a place inside my mind, Walk this way
There's a place inside my mind,
Yeah a place you'll never find,
There's a place inside my mind, We'll leave today
You know
Wouldn't it be perfect if I could sit with you?
And we would change a thing or 2, we'd change a thing or 2,
We would change the way you think, we would change the way I think,
We would change the way they think but we're not changin' anything
[Chorus x2]
-Good Charlotte, "East Coast Anthem"
That beautiful god that sat before my parents. He asked for my hand. In Marriage!
I was delighted. I mean, what young fate wouldn't be? To be engaged to the second son of Zeus (King of the Greek Gods)? Hercules, Zeus' first son, was a mortal and a hero for the mortal world. He was famous, before he died. But Zeus' second son wasn't nearly as well known among humans, however he was twice as hot. Of course, the structure of our "Empire of the Gods" had changed (quite rapidly, I might add). Now, not many people (human or immortal) know we still exist. No one, but the Smoke witches and Macht (their immortal mother). The Fates sent the apprentice Fates to the Smoke line to learn more of the by-hand healing magic that we use quite a bit on mortals. I visit them quite often, you know, to learn healing and other such skills (A/N: she can be redundant sometimes, can't she?)
Now Drasculs, with his soft blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and sky blue eyes. I mean, WOW! His smile could practically melt any female (immortal or other wise). He flashed that smile at my parents. They melted. My father smiled. So did my mother. They were completely in love with this particular god. So was I. Totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with him. Of course, that was until a I met the mortal that would blow my mind.
But, of course, my parents being in love with him too, worked out for me quite well (at the time). They accepted the proposal. ****today**** Today was one of those days that I was at SingleEarth, visiting Caryn and rest of her family. Caryn mostly, she seemed to be the most tolerable of my mistakes (not that I made that many, but when I did they were HUGE!). Caryn was lecturing me about some herbs I should learn about, when suddenly, a couple of vampires I knew from SingleEarth appeared. They carried someone. This someone wasn't just any someone. A boy someone. A boy someone with incredibly messy, dark brown hair that fell all over his head in one of those shaggy styles. His hair was so dark that it was almost black. He had a square jaw, his lips looked so soft and kissable, I wondered briefly how they would taste. His skin was lightly tanned. Needless to say, he was HOT! A different kind of hot then the God of course. The God was golden somehow; but this human boy was darker. A rebel. I don't think I could take my eyes off him. I vaguely remember Caryn telling me to tend to this human. So I did. When I finished, I had him put into one of the spare rooms. I remembering thinking, "Wow. He can sleep through anything. Either that or.he's unconscious. I didn't know that humans could look that adorable even with all the bandages and bruises."
Soon after I put the boy in the bed and cleaned up, Caryn walked in. She told me to sleep in the room, incase he needed anything in the middle of the night. So I changed. Went to sleep and when I slept I dreamt of this human. ****dream**** Golden, brown hair fell in loose curls about her shoulders, as she looked out the window. Looking out the large picture window, in the middle of a lush, Victoria styled house. He stood beside her. Her head lay on his broad shoulder, her curls falling around his shoulder. He was taller than her, in fact her eyes only came up to his mouth. His arm was curled around her waist and her hand rested against her forehead. A soft smile pulled at the corners of his full, soft lips. Somehow a lingering taste of him was on her tongue, it surprised her that she knew it was his. They stood there, watching silently, as the world went by.
She closed her dark, sapphire blue eyes.. ****end dream**** And she opened them, looking into the darkest, chocolate colored eyes. Those eyes seemed to look into her soul and through her. A smile tugged at the corners of those lush lips.
"Oh, you aren't dead!" That was his voice! Wow, and what a voice it was. It wasn't too deep or high, nor was it the voice of an awkward teenager going through puberty. "Um.yeah. Not dead, yet." I replied, flashing my famous heart-breaker smile. "yeah? I'm.Zander." He was still smiling. Quite a nice smile if you ask me. "what's your name?" I'm never gonna get tired of that nice voice! "Oh.umm.Amanda."
"Amanda? Amanda what?" he asked. "Just Amanda. It's Latin, it means 'worthy of love.' Weird really. Considering that my family is Greek." "Really? Well, 'Just Amanda' do you think you are? Worthy of love, I mean?" that question surprised me. I mean, I just met this kid (though he wasn't really a kid. At least, I think he looked 18). "Not at the moment," I responded, "how old are you?" "18 and a half. You?"
"17. How'd you get all those cuts and bruises?" He smiled (again). I think I might melt. "Maybe I'll show you sometime, but.uh.I'm a vampire hunter. Got into a fight with one, Risika. She's brutal. How 'bout you? Why are you at SingleEarth?"
"Well, I'm kind of an apprentice. To Caryn, she's teaching me how to do some healing." That's when I looked up at his eyes. HUGE mistake. His bushy eyebrows were raised in a silent question. As if asking 'why are you in here?' "I was assigned to tend to you," I added quickly, "uh.Caryn told me to sleep in here incase you might need something."
"Really? Interesting." He was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his next question. Then he asked, "so what are you? Human? Witch? Triste?" I laughed at his childlike curiosity. "Non of the above, actually. How 'bout you? And don't tell me 'vampire' because I know for a fact that you aren't." I'm sure, by now I was smiling like an idiot. Though I didn't care. Smiling, Zander replied, "Arun. That means I'm part vampire."
"All right. You're part vampire and I need to get out of this bed and change those bandages of yours." I said this with mock seriousness. I had, of course, just realized that he was sitting on my bed. He smiled (yet again. Or maybe, he hadn't stopped?) at that. I liked this kid. He was everything I thought (well, at the moment anyway) the God was. You know, you really shouldn't fall in love with an image. That was one of my biggest mistakes. This Zander though. He was so different from anyone that I've ever met. He smiled and laughed with me, as if he's known me forever. Maybe we have, known each other, forever, I mean. Who knows? (yeah, besides those darned gods.) Fin.
A/N: All right, this chapter is just introducing Amanda and Zander (or Zander or Amanda, whatever). Don't worry, I'm gonna make Drasculs more evil (he doesn't seem evil at the moment) and there'll be more violent (for those of you who like that kind of thing.). FYI: I'm gonna kill someone, I don't know who yet. It'll probably be quite bloody ( I plan to use my R rating to its full advantage). A/N2: I've also decided that the next chapter will be from Zander's point of view. Just because I think this story might become quite boring if I write it from just Amanda's point of view.
A/N3: I thought this chapter would be longer. I mean when I wrote it on college ruled notebook paper it was 5 pages. That made it seem longer I guess.
CHALLENGE:
if you find a song, poem, quote or anything like that that might fit with a chapter as an intro. you can either send it to me or put it in a review. I will give you credit if I use your idea.
Thank you for reading! Fe'nos tol!
Walking on the streets of D.C.,
On the eastcoast where I live, You say what's the problem
What's with this angry kid
You don't like the way I walk, Or the way I talk,
Or the way I swing my hands,
You don't like the words I speak, or the thoughts I think
And I know you'll never understand
[Chorus]
You know
On the eastcoast, we ride until we die
You know,
Well there's a place inside my mind,
Yeah a place you'll never find,
There's a place inside my mind, Walk this way
There's a place inside my mind,
Yeah a place you'll never find,
There's a place inside my mind, We'll leave today
You know
Wouldn't it be perfect if I could sit with you?
And we would change a thing or 2, we'd change a thing or 2,
We would change the way you think, we would change the way I think,
We would change the way they think but we're not changin' anything
[Chorus x2]
-Good Charlotte, "East Coast Anthem"
That beautiful god that sat before my parents. He asked for my hand. In Marriage!
I was delighted. I mean, what young fate wouldn't be? To be engaged to the second son of Zeus (King of the Greek Gods)? Hercules, Zeus' first son, was a mortal and a hero for the mortal world. He was famous, before he died. But Zeus' second son wasn't nearly as well known among humans, however he was twice as hot. Of course, the structure of our "Empire of the Gods" had changed (quite rapidly, I might add). Now, not many people (human or immortal) know we still exist. No one, but the Smoke witches and Macht (their immortal mother). The Fates sent the apprentice Fates to the Smoke line to learn more of the by-hand healing magic that we use quite a bit on mortals. I visit them quite often, you know, to learn healing and other such skills (A/N: she can be redundant sometimes, can't she?)
Now Drasculs, with his soft blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and sky blue eyes. I mean, WOW! His smile could practically melt any female (immortal or other wise). He flashed that smile at my parents. They melted. My father smiled. So did my mother. They were completely in love with this particular god. So was I. Totally, completely, head-over-heels in love with him. Of course, that was until a I met the mortal that would blow my mind.
But, of course, my parents being in love with him too, worked out for me quite well (at the time). They accepted the proposal. ****today**** Today was one of those days that I was at SingleEarth, visiting Caryn and rest of her family. Caryn mostly, she seemed to be the most tolerable of my mistakes (not that I made that many, but when I did they were HUGE!). Caryn was lecturing me about some herbs I should learn about, when suddenly, a couple of vampires I knew from SingleEarth appeared. They carried someone. This someone wasn't just any someone. A boy someone. A boy someone with incredibly messy, dark brown hair that fell all over his head in one of those shaggy styles. His hair was so dark that it was almost black. He had a square jaw, his lips looked so soft and kissable, I wondered briefly how they would taste. His skin was lightly tanned. Needless to say, he was HOT! A different kind of hot then the God of course. The God was golden somehow; but this human boy was darker. A rebel. I don't think I could take my eyes off him. I vaguely remember Caryn telling me to tend to this human. So I did. When I finished, I had him put into one of the spare rooms. I remembering thinking, "Wow. He can sleep through anything. Either that or.he's unconscious. I didn't know that humans could look that adorable even with all the bandages and bruises."
Soon after I put the boy in the bed and cleaned up, Caryn walked in. She told me to sleep in the room, incase he needed anything in the middle of the night. So I changed. Went to sleep and when I slept I dreamt of this human. ****dream**** Golden, brown hair fell in loose curls about her shoulders, as she looked out the window. Looking out the large picture window, in the middle of a lush, Victoria styled house. He stood beside her. Her head lay on his broad shoulder, her curls falling around his shoulder. He was taller than her, in fact her eyes only came up to his mouth. His arm was curled around her waist and her hand rested against her forehead. A soft smile pulled at the corners of his full, soft lips. Somehow a lingering taste of him was on her tongue, it surprised her that she knew it was his. They stood there, watching silently, as the world went by.
She closed her dark, sapphire blue eyes.. ****end dream**** And she opened them, looking into the darkest, chocolate colored eyes. Those eyes seemed to look into her soul and through her. A smile tugged at the corners of those lush lips.
"Oh, you aren't dead!" That was his voice! Wow, and what a voice it was. It wasn't too deep or high, nor was it the voice of an awkward teenager going through puberty. "Um.yeah. Not dead, yet." I replied, flashing my famous heart-breaker smile. "yeah? I'm.Zander." He was still smiling. Quite a nice smile if you ask me. "what's your name?" I'm never gonna get tired of that nice voice! "Oh.umm.Amanda."
"Amanda? Amanda what?" he asked. "Just Amanda. It's Latin, it means 'worthy of love.' Weird really. Considering that my family is Greek." "Really? Well, 'Just Amanda' do you think you are? Worthy of love, I mean?" that question surprised me. I mean, I just met this kid (though he wasn't really a kid. At least, I think he looked 18). "Not at the moment," I responded, "how old are you?" "18 and a half. You?"
"17. How'd you get all those cuts and bruises?" He smiled (again). I think I might melt. "Maybe I'll show you sometime, but.uh.I'm a vampire hunter. Got into a fight with one, Risika. She's brutal. How 'bout you? Why are you at SingleEarth?"
"Well, I'm kind of an apprentice. To Caryn, she's teaching me how to do some healing." That's when I looked up at his eyes. HUGE mistake. His bushy eyebrows were raised in a silent question. As if asking 'why are you in here?' "I was assigned to tend to you," I added quickly, "uh.Caryn told me to sleep in here incase you might need something."
"Really? Interesting." He was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his next question. Then he asked, "so what are you? Human? Witch? Triste?" I laughed at his childlike curiosity. "Non of the above, actually. How 'bout you? And don't tell me 'vampire' because I know for a fact that you aren't." I'm sure, by now I was smiling like an idiot. Though I didn't care. Smiling, Zander replied, "Arun. That means I'm part vampire."
"All right. You're part vampire and I need to get out of this bed and change those bandages of yours." I said this with mock seriousness. I had, of course, just realized that he was sitting on my bed. He smiled (yet again. Or maybe, he hadn't stopped?) at that. I liked this kid. He was everything I thought (well, at the moment anyway) the God was. You know, you really shouldn't fall in love with an image. That was one of my biggest mistakes. This Zander though. He was so different from anyone that I've ever met. He smiled and laughed with me, as if he's known me forever. Maybe we have, known each other, forever, I mean. Who knows? (yeah, besides those darned gods.) Fin.
A/N: All right, this chapter is just introducing Amanda and Zander (or Zander or Amanda, whatever). Don't worry, I'm gonna make Drasculs more evil (he doesn't seem evil at the moment) and there'll be more violent (for those of you who like that kind of thing.). FYI: I'm gonna kill someone, I don't know who yet. It'll probably be quite bloody ( I plan to use my R rating to its full advantage). A/N2: I've also decided that the next chapter will be from Zander's point of view. Just because I think this story might become quite boring if I write it from just Amanda's point of view.
A/N3: I thought this chapter would be longer. I mean when I wrote it on college ruled notebook paper it was 5 pages. That made it seem longer I guess.
CHALLENGE:
if you find a song, poem, quote or anything like that that might fit with a chapter as an intro. you can either send it to me or put it in a review. I will give you credit if I use your idea.
Thank you for reading! Fe'nos tol!