The Clairvoyant's Niece
Rated: R
Confession: I DO NOT OWN 13 GHOSTS!
Author: Hello, Goth Roze here, hoping you enjoy my third 13Ghost story. Please give me a review so I could make them better next time, its been a while since I've been writing anything! Thank you!! Enjoy!
Summary: Teens go off to have some fun in the cemetery, with beer, cigarettes and a few other things. But what happens when that quickly turns into a family reunion and a slaughterhouse? R/R
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13 Ghosts:
The Clairvoyant's Niece
Chapter 2: Meeting The Prince
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"I can't believe you got stuck baby-sitting," Hailey hissed glaring at Anna who was sitting next to Julie; Mick and Alex were in front, muttering about a few things. Hailey looked back at Julie, "Why couldn't she say home alone? She's going to rat on us."
"No, she won't." Julie muttered, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "Here, you remember the deal, I got you these and you keep your mouth shut and go of somewhere for two hours." Anna took the pack and nodded her head, stuffing them into her hoodie pocket.
Hailey stared at Anna, with a disbelieving look on her face, "Well, well, sisters share something in common. What a surprise." Anna merely smirked, pulling out a CD player from the same hoodie pocket; she put the headphones on her ears and blasted her Mixed CD.
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Dennis stood over his grave; it was dark, cold and humid outside, not the perfect time someone would actually come look at a grave, but he was a ghost so it didn't really matter.
It's been almost six months since the glasshouse was half destroyed and the twelve ghosts were released from the glass prisons. A very bad thing, because they've been wreaking havoc through the towns and cities, where ever they could get fresh blood; mysterious murders or suicides have been accruing. Bodies were found a few miles away from a junkyard, ripped apart, blood spattered all over the ground. Or a blood bathed bathroom, with someone, mostly females, in the bathtub; the water made of blood and cuts all over the girls bodies. Other cases show people with large gashes, rape and then murdered, others with their heads hit with a blunt instrument and so on.
Dennis sighed and felt car lights fall over the cemetery; he quickly turned around and saw a red Toyota drive past him. Inside he was two guys in front and three girls in the back; one had headphones on and a cigarette in her mouth. She turned her head and stared at Dennis; he felt her dark brown eyes burning into his blue eyes. She took the cigarette out; blowing the smoke out the open window in the back, and gave Dennis a pleasant, yet haunting, smile.
Dennis stood his ground, shocked and bewildered, how could she see him? Without the glasses, no less.
The truck went deeper into the cemetery, leaving Dennis alone in the dark again; a cool chill crept in and next to him stood the Torn Prince, a ghastly smile spread across his blue lips.
Well, well, looks like there's someone who can see you without those stupid glasses. Royce smirked, Wonder if she's hot.
Dennis glared at him; Don't you have people to mess with?
Royce merely chuckled and disappeared.
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Anna crawled out of the back of the Toyota, she saw Hailey and Mike cuddling and murmuring to themselves, while Julie and Alex cling to each other and also murmur sweet nothings to each other. She puffed out another air of smoke and took her headphones off; "So, I'll be back in two hours, mind if you let me borrow your watch, Alex?"
Alex took his watch off and threw it to Anna, "Don't break it, or scratch it, alright."
"Yeah, yeah," Anna muttered pulling her sweater sleeve up and hooking the watch on her wrist. Pulling the sleeved back down, she watched as the older kids left her with beers in their hands. She shook her head and sat in the back of the trust, pulling a beer from the cooler in the corner.
Anna sat back up and saw something from the corner of her eye; she turned her head and saw someone, a boy, leaning against one of the graves. He turned his head, the tree shadows covered his face, and semi-smiled at Anna; she moved her mixed crimson and midnight hair from her face and jumped out of the truck, leaving the can of beer in the back of the truck and hiding her stick under her sweater leaving the burning end out.
Anna stopped five feet away from the guy and eyed him, making sure he wasn't a cop, you never know right? Pleased with her investigation, she step a little closer, taking another smoke, blowing it out and asking: "Who are you?"
He lit his own stick, puffing in and out the smoke, and ran his hand though his hair; Royce Clayton, and you are?
Anna stayed silent for a few moments, her CD played blasted out "Bring me to life" by Evanescence, Royce stared at her, looking at her up and down, apparently liking what he saw. "Anna." She finally said after what seemed like minutes of silence, starting Royce a little.
Anna, what a...nice name, Royce said keeping his scared side hidden in the shadows.
"Right," Anna muttered throwing her cigarette on the floor and putting it out. "So, what's someone like you doing in a creepy place like this?"
Royce smirked, well, well, I could ask you the same thing...doll.