Disclaimer: I own the movie Bloodlust, dose that count?

A/N: Just a for warning, this will probably be corny and possibly a Mary-Sue, so just bare with me people, I'll try to at least make it amusing and entertain you all… NOW READ!

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(first person POV)

Pfft. I hate Science. Every other year 10 class in the school enjoys Science, except me. Well, I suppose I don't really hate Science, more that I despise my teacher. Mrs Scott. Se's a total, TOTAL fat arse cow. And I'm not just saying that she picks on me (she wouldn't dare) it's just that she's a genuinely nasty person, and dose pic on other people.

But any ways, where was I? Oh yes, I hate science more then anything I can think of right now. It's definitely at the top of my ' To Kill' list. And what's worse is that this particular science lesson is the last period of the day on a Friday. HOW EVIL ARE THIS FACALTY OR WHAT!?!?!? Jesus Christ himself would probably tell his dad God to strike them down on the spot for this abomination. In fact if it was possible, I'd march right up to God and demand to no the reason he stuck me in this class, with that women. (If you could really classify her as one) I think I deserve to know the cosmic reason for this little factor, in fact I demand to know what it i……

OH MY FREEKING GOD!!!! The bell just rang; I'm free for the rest of the next two days. BOOYA!!! FREEDOM! See, most people's favourite day is Saturday, mine is Friday, because I love being able to just sit back and think, 'That was a hole week that just zoomed by, and now it's the weekend, and I'm so grateful for it!'

Well, I suppose I should introduce my self after that long winded rant. (Did any one ever notice that the word 'wind' is spelt the same way as the word 'wind' as in: windy weather? Funny ol' world aint it?) Ok fine, well Hi!! I'm Raven Darkholms (A/N: Cookies for any one who recognises the name) and I'm your average 16 year old going to a public school in Sydney Australia. Go me! We have positively the WORST uniform imaginable, and as a proud little goth girl, this can be quite a problem, but fortunately, most of the teachers don't give a shit about dress code (unless it's a special occasion or something) and let a lot of stuff slide. Hang on for a sec, my friend has just come over, I'll be with you in a moment.

(Third person POV)

Raven turned to greet a red haired beauty coming to wards her. This girl was about 5'8" with long sexy red hair and curves that boys would do anything to grab a hold of for even just a quick squeeze. Raven smiled at her friend Emma Johnston as she flaunted her way over. She was sort of over flaunting to make Raven laugh, when she reached Raven, Raven stuck her butt out and wiggled it around in a stupid manner.

Emma snorted with laughter and the two were off.

"God I hate Scott's, I mean, what a cow faced butt wart. Do you know what she did to Josh today? He asked her a question about the stars (we're doing astronomy right now) that the bitch didn't know the answer to, and she made a big show about how he hadn't been listening earlier to cover up and started asking him dum questions, but was looking like an even bigger cow when Josh actually DID no what the fuck she was talking about. God I hate that dumme kuh!!!"

Emma just laughed again. She new it must be serious for her friend to start swearing in German. "Are you done? Now deep breaths, in…. out… in….ou-OW! Raven! That was unnecessary!" Emma giggled at her frustrated friend.

"Oh shut it Emma, you have mister Phelps. He's probably the best freaking science teacher in the school."

"It's because he likes kids."

"No, it's cause he likes your boobs."

Emma squealed in outrage and Raven had to run off down the street with Emma close on her heels to ovoid getting thumped. Emma had a nasty right hook!

So the two were off on their usual routine on a Friday afternoon. They would mess around for a couple of hours in the city, and then catch a train to Emma's house. Emma only had one big sister who had moved out and both her parents were usually out on Friday nights, so they had the house to themselves. Oh the havoc they recked on Friday nights! All the anime/ sci-fi movies they could fit into an 18 hour period and as much Doritos and sourer-cream and chives chips with coke they could possible guzzle in one sitting. Although Emma would then feel like a fat arse and spend the rest of the weekend exercising, Raven didn't give a shit. 1 because she just didn't care enough, and 2 she had a freakishly fast metabolism, and didn't need to worry about it any way.

But, moving on. Emma and Raven had just settled into the first movie of the evening, 'Pitch Black' staring mega sex god Vin Diesel, when there came a strange noise from the kitchen.

"Emma, what the fuck is that wiring noise?"

"Huh? Oh, might be the dishwasher."

"Cher, you didn't put the freaking dish washer on!"

"Huh."

"Soooo, should we go check it out? Your fridge might be about to explode."

Emma suddenly jumped up in fear, because know matter what the out come, if that fridge died, it'd be her fault as she was the only one home. Raven followed out of fascination.

As they entered the kitchen, both of them froze. Each trying to make sense of what exactly was in front of them.

It seemed to be some kind of gaping vortex. They both looked at each other.

"Ah, Emma?"

"Ya?"

"That aint normal, right?"

"Definitely not normal."

"Well can you put it away now? It's starting to freak me out."

Emma scowled. "You loser head! It's not mine! I have no fucking clue where it came from! Do you think it's a friendly vortex of doom?"

Raven was about to inform her friend that she didn't believe there was such a thing of a friendly vortex of doom, when the words were literally sucked out of her mouth and both girls were pulled into the unfriendly vortex of doom.

Both girls started falling into black, and new no more.

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Ok, what do we think? Truth is I don't give a shit what you think, because by now, I've already written the next chapter, so you wont have a chance to influence the out come of the story. Fun eh?

Muse: You really shouldn't discourage the nice reviewers.

Me: Why the fuck not?

Muse: B/c then they won't review.

Me: --Pales--, Oooooooh shit.

Muse: indeed.

Me: Eh, fuck off!

Muse: Please ignore my… associate, she is not quite her self, as she has not been able to sleep well the last few nights.

Me: Get of your soup box and shut up! They don't want to hear my life story!

Muse: --Sigh-- Pay no heed to her, just tell us what you think of the first chapter. Thank you all kind reviewers.

Me: Thanky! Much obliged cher! Chocolate short bred biscuits for all who review!!!

P.S. Sorry it's short, but I'm too damned tied and have another chapter to right. ENJOY!