Violet woke the following morning, with the kind of feeling you get when you wake up before you are supposed to. But she ignores it and sits up, looks around to find herself in her own room.
"Wasn't I just with a vampire?" she asks herself, but then she mentally smacks herself, "What are you talking about, that was a dream. You're here in your room. There are no such things as vampires anyway. Honestly."
She soon got dressed and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen she sees that she is the last one up, which is understandable. She had gone on super hero rounds of the city last night. Or were they just her dream.
"Mom," Violet says sitting down, "I went patrolling last night right?"
"Yeah, and you came back late. All worn out. I was going to ask you what happened, but you seemed to tired before."
"I can't remember," she wasn't going to tell them of the 'dream', "I just ran into some trouble on the way home, must of got me tired."
"Well, if you're okay, Vi."
Just then Dash comes in and grabs a bowl of cereal. He sits down as Violet reads the comics. He begins to eat but looking up her and starts to stare at her neck.
"Do you have to keep staring at me?" Violet says when she notices his gaze.
"Why do you have bite marks on your neck," he asks quietly.
"Bit marks?" she says bringing the hand to her neck and feeling them. A chill crawls up her spine. That was the very place the vampire had sank his teeth into her in the 'dream.' Could it have really happened. If so, she could be facing a problem if she were to become a vampire in the middle of the day.
"Looks like some kind of animal bite," Bob says coming around to look at it. That snapped Violet back to reality. That's right, a animal, vampires were NOT real.
"Yeah, that's probably why you were so out of it when you got home. We better make sure it wasn't anything dangerous, poison or something," Helen says taking Violet away to see to that, "You don't know what did this, do you?"
"No, I can't think of anything that could have done that," she lied. The only thing she could think of doing it was too farfetched, too unbelievable. Yet still there was a shadow of a doubt left in her mind.
After calling a number of places on animal bites Helen had decided that it most fit the description of a vampire (Violet winces that the mention of the word) bat.
"I think that you are just fine," Bob says as he leaves for work, "I gotta go, bye honey, bye kids."
Soon Violet and Dash were ready for school and out the door. On the ride to her school, Violet couldn't keep her thought off the 'dream.' Something inside kept saying that it was the truth. But how could it? She would just have to see if she suddenly grew fangs.
"Here we are, Vi," Helen says stopping at Violet's school, "Have a nice day, honey. Try to."
"Okay, Mom, see ya," she gets out of the car and heads into Metroville High.
"Hey, Vi" Tony says as she reaches their lockers.
"Hey, Tony."
"Are you feeling okay, you look kind of sick."
"I'm fine," She assured Tony as she opens her locker. She puts away her stuff and takes out the books she needs for the next class. Glancing at the mirror she had on the door of her locker she notices, to her relief she did have a reflection, but true she was a little pale.
"See," she told herself, "Just an animal bite. Nothing odd or supernatural or anything at all. I'm not turning into a vampire; vampires don't have reflections."
At least now she could believe she wasn't changing into a vampire, even though she was wrong
Far away a figure stands upon a platform, looking at a crystal sphere . His hood shrouds his face so that only his cold, intensely blue eyes can be seen. He was called The Dark One; no one knew his real name. If they did, they would fear it more than the name he was already known as, for it was an ancient name, evil by nature, given to him when he came into existance.
He stared at the orb in his hands; his silver tipped tail coming up to his eye-sight, carrying a vial of clear liquid. Examining the vial, the being slowly poured the contents of it on the sphere.
After doing so he watched as the balls interior changed, and began to show a picture of a boy, walking down a school corridor. His hands in his pockets and his head down.
"There he is," the creature says in a harsh whisper, "The chosen one. The one to fulfill my plans."
Laughing an evil sounding laugh, the figure set the orb into a holder, connected to a numerous amounts of tubes and wires.
"Soon all of the world will know of me!"
He heads to a computer and presses a few choice buttons starting a machine to copy the images in the orb.
"And once I have him on my side, no one can dare oppose me!" The creature then walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. The only sound left in the room is the gentle whirring of the computer. Though its sound did not seem threatening, its purpose was far more dangerous.
A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews. I kind of got a writing frenzie and so i'm putting the 2nd 3rd and 4th chapters up together.