User:Retha822/I don't want to tell people the name of my book tehee :P

Prologue:

As she lay dying in her bed, she turned to look toward her daughter, her words slurred, but still understandable. The last words she said were: “My dear, beloved daughter, I will not be around to see you grow old. But, I just want you to know one last thing before we part, you, have something that many, many, dangerous creatures will be after. But you and you alone must take my place; but, as you may not understand now, you will someday. The little girl looked to her mother, and asked: What kind of dangerous creatures? But, by the time her daughter asked this, her mother had passed away.

Chapter 1: Darkness Awaits

It started off as just another day in school. My life is incredible; I’m bullied every day, made fun of, and pushed around by some. And, that was too good of a life for me, you know? Because something even better happened, my best friend moved away last year. And ever since she left, my life has gotten a whole lot worse. I know, everything I just said actually sucks, but hey, it’s life for me, it’s best for me to just, at least try, to get…. get what!? That my life is hell? That the ONLY person who got me through everything up till last year suddenly moved away without even a goodbye? And more importantly, she knows our home phone number, she knows my cell phone number, she also knows my email address, so why is it she doesn’t call me at all anymore? She used to call me everyday just to say goodnight. Whenever I emailed her, she always replied almost instantaneously. So why doesn’t she do that anymore? Why doesn’t she email me herself? Darn it! Why is it I can’t seem to find all the answers I need? Then I heard the one person I really didn’t want to see right now. “Hey Rose, whatcha do in?” I turned to find the idiot of the day, Erin. “Hey, so what the hell do want now?” I said. “To talk, I still think you should join my P.I.C!” (His way of saying: Paranormal Investigations Club, P.I.C), which, he seems to think I’ll join if he asks me to enough times, like hell that will ever happen.

“I mean, (he started talking again, which, in my opinion, he’d already talked too much) you do believe in the paranormal, right?” His red eyes seemed to peer into my very being to pull out the exact answer he wanted. “I know you do” (he started to stare even deeper at me, as a small, but dark, smile began to creep over his, already evil enough pale skin, making him look even darker than the black clothes had.) I already knew what was coming next. And, I was right, like I really didn’t see this coming. “Are could it possibly be that you don’t believe? That’s impossible. I mean you? Not believe in them? You’d definitely be lying if you said that you didn’t believe in them.”

Playing that card on me of all things, I hate it when he does that. Besides, he knows that I do, as a matter-of-fact, believe in all things paranormal. He’s no different, but way more annoying. Plus, we NEVER get along. Yet we’re strangely friends. Yeah, I know, I’m friends with not only an idiot, a weirdo, someone who I will NEVER be able to get along with, but also someone who’s OBSESSED over the paranormal, and getting me to join their stupid club. I don’t know whether it’s because we like about the same things, or whether it’s the fact that my old best friend had moved away and I was lonely, or the fact that my life at both home and school sucked so I needed someone to talk to, or whether it’s simply that as I’ve said before, believe in all things paranormal, and because I’m pretty sure he’s a vampire, and that I was just simply curious to find out the secrets of the separate worlds we live in. But, like I said, I have no idea what it truly is that made me decide to become friends with him. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? I questioned myself, as Erin was still waiting for my reply. Finally, I said, “You know for a fact that I do, so why are you asking me?” I said in my best nice voice, trying my hardest not to yell at him. Just as he was about to reply, the school bell rung, signaling that it’s time for lunch. So Erin simply said, “Seeya later”, and ran off to the cafeteria, to the P.I.C’s “special” table to sit with his other club members. Which, in all actuality, I really didn’t think they seemed to fit in, at least, with everyone else, I mean. Well, Erin is the club president, he looks… odd. He has black, short hair, which goes down to his shoulders, he wears a pure black shirt, pure black pants and shoes, he has red eyes, pale skin, and he probably never stops smiling. How much weirder could you get you ask? Well, the other two somehow seemed weirder than him. The first one had long, strait, peach colored hair that went down to almost his waist, grey eyes, wears a light brown top that says (I’m Top Dog). And a grey windbreaker he wears over it, also says something (Pack Leader). He wears lime green pants (really? Lime green? I don’t think that I’ll ever get that choice for a pants color), and bright yellow shoes. The second had blond hair, that was cut in what looks like a military fashion, dark green eyes, a sorta pale-green t-shirt that had (I’m the best) on it, a royal blue windbreaker, light orange pants, and orange and blue shoes. And it didn’t seem P.I.C, is all that popular, considering everyone sits at a pretty safe distance away from them, same as they do from me. I personally don’t see why everyone except Erin avoids me, I mean, I think I’m pretty normal, (except the fact that I’m the only one who seems to like school lunch). But the fact that ever since my friend moved away I’ve had to sit alone is kinda weird. But, I mean, I’m wearing one of my favorite shirts, my black shirt that has a picture of a curled red dragon on it. My honey bee striped windbreaker, grey pants, and white tennis shoes (even though I don’t play tennis). I have light blond hair that goes down to a little past my shoulders, blue eyes, and a pretty silver colored necklace. But even so, I guess I don’t really need all that many friends, I thought as I finally realized I’d been in the cafeteria staring at the “weirdo” table (besides my empty one in its usual spot, in the way it always was, empty.), I sighed as I realized something else, Erin had begun signaling me over to sit with him and the other two weirdoes’.

I sighed again, shrugged, and walked over there pretending like I didn’t know what was coming next, and said, “What is it now, Erin?” “I was just wondering why you were looking over here just then” he replied. “I was just wondering what you guys were doing.” This is the cafeteria; what else do you do here besides get something to eat?” I replied by simply being completely quite (very smart). “See why it’s easy to tell when you lie? “Anyway, before we get into another fight, I would like to introduce you to my other two friends and club members.” he said pointing to the two weirdoes’ (who were now staring at me). “I’m Donavon, you can just call me Don (the first one said), and it’s a pleasure to meet you” “Uh, likewise” I replied. The second stood up, took a slight bow, and then said, “Hello, I’m Adrian; you can call me” - “The best?” I broke in. He looked at me for a second, (I thought he might decide to murder me, considering the glare he seemed to be giving me. But instead he started smiling, then chuckled, and burst out laughing). “Uh, is he okay?” I asked. Don sighed. Erin laughed along with Adrian who still didn’t answer my question. “So, I turned back to Don who said, ah, he’s perfectly fine, but, I think he takes a little too much pride in being called “the best”, don’t you, miss”… “Rose” I said. “Ah, that’s a nice name” “Um, thank you” “So does that mean your favorite flower is the rose?” “Yeah, it’s really pretty and smells nice” “Hmm, it’s my favorite as well” he said, smiling (and looking a little shocked that what he asked was actually true) sweetly. As Erin and Adrian finally broke their laughing spree; “Ah, lunch break is almost over and we haven’t eaten anything” Adrian said. “Ah, darn, I have to go back to class, there’s a test we’re supposed to take early today!” I said. “Oh, then goodbye Rose, Don said. “Bye” I replied. So you’re names Rose, heh, in that case, it was nice meetin’ ya, Rose. Adrian said. Um, yea it was nice meeting you to. And finally, Erin said, bye, seeya later. “Bye Erin”, I said as I took off running to my classroom to take my test. But, as soon as I got halfway down the hallway, an announcement went off. Rose Augustine, you have a phone call, Rose Augustine you have a phone call. I sighed with relief. Yes! I said silently to myself, as I started chanting to in my head, I don’t have to take the test! But when I got close to principal’s office, (were strangely enough, is where they kept the phone, which I don’t think I will ever understand.); I finally remembered that, when was the last time I was called away from a test to answer a phone call and them tell me, congratulations lucky winner, you have just won an all expense paid vacation into sadness!? That was when I was seven; again, I was happy that I didn’t have to take the test; so I thought it was going to be good news, but instead I found out my mother was in the hospital. As I finally reached the door, I sadly opened it. I still had an uncaring expression, as I always did, whether at home or at school, despite my actual feelings. I slowly walked in feeling I was walking on death row. The principal was sitting down in his chair, behind his desk, where he always sat. The phone on the left side of the desk where all the files, papers, pens, documents, and other things of the principals, weren’t there, just a clear space emptied out for the phone. The principal was a pretty nice guy, everyone got along with him, except those few who he sent to detention, they hate him. Um, should I answer the phone? I asked stupidly. Yes please, and you can sit down in one of the chairs. (There were three chairs in case a student was called in for a different reason than me, one for the student, the other two for the parents, and they are obviously on the opposite side from the principal.) Yes, sir”, I said walking in farther to sit in the chair closest to the phone. I slowly picked up the phone, and said, “um, hello?” “Are you Rose Augustine?” A deep, voice came from the other side. One that I realized I had never heard before. “Um, who is this?” “Answer my question, are you Rose Augustine?” “Yes, I am Rose Augustine.”

“Now, answer my question, I answered yours.” “I don’t have to answer what I don’t want to.” “Alright, fine, just tell me what you want.” “What I want? What I want is simple; I want you to join the paranormal investigations club.” “And exactly why should I listen to someone who I’ve just met over the phone? And more importantly, how do you know my name? And how do you know about” “The paranormal investigations club? Oh, I don’t just know about that Rose, I know much, much more.” “What all do you know?” “All in due time, Rose, all in due time”, and with that, the person on the other end hung up. “Um, sir, can I go take my test now?” I asked trying my best not to have a kinda scared look on my face, which obviously enough, didn’t succeed. “Mrs. Augustine, are you alright?” the principal asked. “I... I’m not sure.” “Are you sure that you can take the test?” “Y… Yeah, I… I’m fine”. “I’m going to go now sir, bye.” I said as I finally left the small office. As I shut the door, I realized just how truly terrifying that experience was, and how much I wished that my gut would stop telling me that this was in-fact going to be one of the worst days of my life. I finally decided to shut my thoughts up as I FINALLY remembered that I was supposed to take a test now. So, what would a normal teenage girl do? I darted down the hallway to my classroom (which, by the way, is room 404, history class, with Mrs. Donnars as our history teacher). Mrs. Donnars (heh, Donnars) isn’t very forgiving if we’re late. Even when Andrea’s grandpa died and she went to his funeral, Mrs. Donnars just said “You shouldn’t be late; I don’t care the reason, DON’T BE LATE!” Yeah, is it really not obvious why everyone hates her? Anyway, I finally reached my classroom and was about to open the door when I heard something I definitely shouldn’t have. “Did you hear?” (I realized his voice immediately, our English teacher, Prof. Claws). “Yes, I heard, Vivian was found dead, wasn’t she?” (I recognized hers too, our math teacher Mrs. Knight), Prof. Claws, and Mrs. Knight? What were they doing in Mrs. Donnars class? And where was Mrs. Donnars? And what were they talking about someone being found dead? I decided I would keep listening. Prof. C, (Prof. Claws) replied with “I’m afraid so, you were close with her, weren’t you?” Mrs. K, (Mrs. Knight) simply said “Yes, we were as sisters” “Then I am very sure that this must be a bad time for you” “Yes, it is, your point?”

“I spoke with the detective this morning, he said she was killed” “How?” “She (he was interrupted by his phone ringing, which almost made me jump) “Hold on one minute.” “Yes?” “Understood, I’ll be there soon. “I have to go now, Mrs. Knight, I’ll tell you later” “Right” (I realized he would have to come out, so I decided it was now best to RUN LIKE HELL!, I mean, skipping school for just a day isn’t all that bad, right?) Allot more questions (plus the old ones) swarmed through my head as I ran as fast as I could to English class. Who was Vivian? Where was Mrs. Donnars? (Even though I hate her, is it really all that odd to worry about her?) Why were Prof. Claws and Mrs. Knight in Mrs. Donnars classroom? What were they talking about someone being killed? Who was Prof. C talking to on the phone? Anyway, just as I was trying to clear my thoughts, another question came to me. Why wasn’t the school closed? I stopped dead in my tracks (in the middle of the hall). “Shouldn’t they close school for awhile for a murder?” I said. Then it hit me. “They’re covering it up! What the hell? Are they insane?” Ah hell, what would a normal teenage girl do in the case where she found out her teachers were covering up a murder, and possibly the ENTIRE school board? Naturally, report them, duh. But, as you may already have realized, I’m not an average teenage girl! So, I decided to do something about it MYSELF. I must really be a genius, huh? Well, I decided since class would almost be over (and Mrs. Donnars was missing, so I got out of history), I would just wait outside until the school bell rang and the other “weirdo’s” got out of class. So, I walked south by the way, to the front door and opened it (forgetting that it was winter) and stepped outside. The moment I got out, I already couldn’t stand it. I mean, I love the cold, but, this was WAY too cold, even for me. How cold is it? I pondered this thought while also wondering what time it was (temporarily forgetting I the reason I was out there in the first place) and deciding whether or not to have spaghetti or lasagna for dinner tonight. The time was bugging me, so I finally just decided to sneak a peek at the clock. It read: 2:57 (P.M.). Just three more minutes till class let’s out. Closing shut the door (quietly) I remembered why I was waiting for school to be out. I HAD to talk to Erin. It was important. After waiting around quietly for three minutes, the school bell finally rang. “Ah, thank God.” I heard myself say. I decided to move to a part of the school where I was less visible (but could still see who all walked out). Finally, Erin came out. I was about to call out to him, when…. “Ah, Mr. Fairlwell, how are you this fine evening?” Holy cow pies! Mrs. Donnars!? What the hell!? “Ah, Mrs. Donnars, why was history class cancelled today? And more importantly, where were you?” I could EASILY hear the suspicion and PAINFULLY obvious realization that something about her and today was slightly “off”. I decided I wouldn’t force myself to look away, but that this might instead be helpful info for me to bring down the teacher’s plot in hiding that person’s death. “Simple explanation, really. I caught one of those “twenty-four hour bugs”. “Oh really? That just HAPPENED to go away as soon as school ended for today? How convenient for you.” After he said that, I looked around, dark grey clouds filled the sky, and I had an increasingly BAD feeling about what was going to happen next. “Little boy, whatever are you implying?” After she said that, she quickly pinned him to the wall. And her voice oddly changed, she had always had a light, seemingly nice voice (which EVERYONE agrees never fit her ACTUAL personality). It changed to a deep, dark, and raspy voice that sounded like she’d been sick for years rather than a day. Then, she opened her mouth and I saw them. Two, long, sharp fangs. And her light green eyes became so dark they looked like the ones they have on (really good) horror movies. I shivered, and I realized that I really couldn’t look away now. Or move at all. I felt as if I had been frozen in place. I was absolutely terrified. “Well, boy, you poked around in the business of others. Things a normal person wouldn’t care about. But, you’re not normal, are you?” He glanced over at me for less than a second, and at first, I really didn’t think he noticed me, but then, he smiled. A dark, evil, and petrifying look came onto his “I’m so freaking happy!” face. “Do you actually think that you can scare me? Unlike some idiots, (he glanced at me again) I won’t just dive into anything without first thinking it through.” She seemed to think that he was talking about her because she had a ticked’-off look on her face. Which, he paid no attention to whatsoever. “Just hurry up, will you? I mean, really, how long do you intend to make me wait?” “Honestly”, he said under his breath. “Little boy, of what do you speak of?” “Rose, I think the best time would be now.” “Roger that”. I said in a whisper. I snuck under the teachers gaze when she glanced over to where I was standing, while I quickly (but quietly) crawled around on the ground (so much for the nice clothes I had on). I finally got far enough to where I felt pretty much comfortable to yell out to her. “H--- I was interrupted by seeing her about to drink Erin’s blood!! What the hell!? What’s going on!? Before I had time to even think things through, I jumped up and screamed “Leave him alone you freakishly evil old witch!” She glared at me, but I didn’t stop. “Everyone says you’re the devil’s second hand man because you are a horrible, evil, wicked old bag!” I said Way too much, she glared even harder at me and ran with her (freakishly inhuman new running speed) at me. Ah, now what do I--- my thoughts were interrupted by a small puff-ball with claws. Sharp? Pointy? Hurts like hell? PERFECT! I picked up the tiny puff-ball, and threw it at the evil old witch! When I did, she suddenly stopped, and the black and white puff-ball scratched the hell out of her! And I heard both me and Erin burst out laughing at once. Then I remembered…. Vampire + puff-ball =??? Ah, that’s right! It equals my FUNERAL! That’s right! I’m going to die! As more thoughts of my death ran through my head, the little puff-ball didn’t seem to give up on scratching the witch. Heh, guess it’s true what they say, animals really DO hate the undead. I heard myself giggle but held in another burst of laughter. “Here! Over here A! Their over here!” I recognized the familiar voice immediately, Don. And A had to be Arian, he’s here to? Will he burst out laughing again? I mean, that military fashioned haircut really is misleading about that- Holy guacamole! He looked cool, I don’t mean like the guys who try to act all cool, and even state that aloud sometimes, I mean he was actually cool. Stake in hand, armed with twin guns, and ALLOT of what looked like special made bullets specifically made to do nothing but hunt the undead (which I really wouldn’t doubt). When I took another look back at Don, he seemed different to somehow. He had a serious expression on his face, and he seriously looked evil. “Ah, honestly, does everyone actually TRY to be late?” Erin said. “Sorry, but SOMEONE ended up getting us lost again”, (Don said, taking a glance at A). Mrs. Donnars on the other hand, didn’t even move once she got free from the “cat’s claws”, she just stared at us, watching us, as if interpreting our every move before it even happened. I couldn’t help looking away from the three of them to stare right back at her. Our stares didn’t break, we stood there, opposite of each other, waiting, watching, to see who’d strike first. Don, A, and Erin were just watching us. But, even though we both noticed through the corners of our eyes, we didn’t avert our eyes from each other. I wondered why they hadn’t stepped in despite the obvious weapons they had to easily win in a fight against any undead. But, I knew if I took even a second to look away from her and ask him, I’d be killed. Why aren’t they stepping in to help me? Why the hell are they just standing there? And then, I remembered something. “I won’t help unless I think you need help.”