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September 04
Dear Diary,
Something terrible is going to happen today. Why did I write this sentence? It's absurd because there is no reason for me to worry. Rather, a thousand reasons to be happy but... I'm lying in bed, wide awake and afraid. I keep telling myself that I'm just totally confused because of the time difference between France and here. But that doesn't explain why I'm so scared. And feel so lost in horror. The day before yesterday, when I came from the airport with Aunt Reese and Sarah, I already had this strange premonition. We turned into our street and I thought mom and dad were waiting for us at home. I bet you're already impatient on the veranda or behind the living room window. You must have missed us terribly. I know that sounds crazy. But even when I saw the empty house and the empty porch, the feeling persisted. I ran up the steps and pounded on the locked door. When Aunt Reese unlocked, I stormed in and stopped in the middle of the hall, listening. At any moment I expected Mom to come down the stairs or Dad to call us from the living room. At that very moment, Aunt Reese dropped a suitcase behind me with a loud bang, sighed and said, "Thank God." We're back home. "Sarah laughed. And I? I felt abandoned and alone like never in my life. Home. I'm back home. Why does that sound like a lie? I was born here in Norfolk and have always lived in this house. There is my old room with the burn mark on the floorboards that came about when Sonny and I smoked our first cigarettes and almost choked off. Since then I have kept my hands off them. I can get out of it Look the window and see the gigantic tree Brooklyn and his friends climbed to blow up my birthday party two years ago that I only had with girls. This is my bed, my chair and my closet. Everything seems so strange to me like i don't belong here and worst of all i feel a terrible longing somewhere else is my place but i can't find this place. I was too tired to go to the event yesterday. Jack wrote the schedule for me, but I didn't feel like talking to him on the phone. Aunt Reese told everyone who called that I was still suffering a lot from the time difference and that I was sleeping. But at dinner she watched me with thoughtful looks. Today I will face the clique. We want to meet in the parking lot in front of the school. Why am i so scared? Am I afraid of them?
Andy Fowler stopped writing. He stared at the last sentence in the little book, pen drawn, and shook his head. Suddenly he straightened up and threw the pen and the small blue leather-bound book against the large picture window, where they ricocheted off and landed on the padded window seat. It was all crazy. Since when did he of all people shy away from meeting people? Since when was he literally afraid of everything? He got up and angrily pulled on his red dressing gown. There was no need to look into the elaborately crafted Victorian mirror above the cherry wood dressing table. He knew what he was going to see. Andy Fowler, cool. Blonde and slim. The trendsetter with fashion. The student every girl wanted to date, and every boy wanted to be in his place. However, at the moment he frowned and screwed up his mouth. A hot bath, a strong coffee and I'll be myself again, he thought. The morning routine of showering and getting dressed was comforting to him. He took his time and slowly rummaged through his new things from Paris. In the end he decided on a normal white shirt, a hoodie that was much too big and black tight jeans. You look good, fantastic to eat, he thought and his reflection in the mirror showed him a confident teenager with a secret smile on his face. His worries seemed blown away. "Andy! Where are you? You'll be late for school!", Aunt Reese's voice sounded weak from below. Andy ran the brush through his hair one last time and put on a bandana so that his hair, which was a little too long, didn't hang in his face. Then he grabbed his bag and ran down the stairs. His four-year-old sister Sarah was sitting in the kitchen eating her cereal. Aunt Reese was at the stove. As always, a nervous shadow appeared on her narrow and kind face. Her thin and fluttering hair was tied back in a bun that kept breaking up.. Andy kissed her lightly on the forehead. 'Tomorrow everyone together. Sorry, I don't have time to have breakfast anymore.' "But Andy, you can't have an empty stomach... you need vitamins..." "I'll buy something at the bakery before school." Andy promised. He planted a kiss on Sarah's bowed head and turned to leave. "But Andy..." "And I'll probably go to Mikey or Jack after school so don't wait for me to eat, bye!", "Andy!", But he was already at the front door stepped outside on the porch, and closed the door behind him. And stood still. All the bad feelings he had had that morning were suddenly there again. The excitement, the fear and the certainty that something terrible was going to happen Maple Street was deserted. The great Victorian houses looked ghostly. Like the backdrop of an abandoned filming location. They looked as if they were deserted, but full of strange other beings watching everything closely. That was it. Something watched Andy. The sky was not blue but milky and veiled. It arched overhead like a huge upturned bowl. The elevator was muggy. Andy felt someone looking at him. He glimpsed something dark in the branches of the old quince tree in front of the house. It was a crow. She sat completely motionless in the leaves and looked at Andy through her round eyes. Andy tried to convince himself it was completely insane, but deep down he was sure. It was the biggest crow he had ever seen. Muscular, and supple, with a pitch-black plumage on which it broke into rainbow colors. Andy registered every detail. The dangerous black claws, the sharp beak and the glittering eye turned towards him. The bird was so quiet it could have been mistaken for a wax figure. But while he stared at him, Andy felt himself blush slowly. The heat rose in waves up his neck and cheeks. Because he was staring at him like that. Just like the girls eyed him when he was wearing a tight shirt. As if he wanted to undress it with his bare eyes. Before he even knew what he was doing, he had already picked up a stone from the floor and dropped his bag. "Get out of here!" He shouted. His voice trembled with anger. "Get out of here! Get out of here!" With the last words he threw the stone. In a shower of falling leaves, the crow escaped unharmed. Their outspread wings were huge. Andy ducked involuntarily and panicked when the enormous bird flew close over his head. The wind of his flapping wings tossed his blond hair in a mess. But the crow rose higher and higher and circled like a black silhouette in the white sky. Then it flew off towards the forest with a hotter croak. Andy slowly straightened up and looked around ashamed. He could hardly believe what he had just done. Now that the bird was gone, the oppressive atmosphere was gone too. A light, fresh wind rustled the leaves. Andy took a deep breath. A few houses down a door opened and a couple of children ran into the street, laughing. Andy smiled and took another deep breath. Relief flooded him like warm sunlight. How could he have been so stupid? N It was a beautiful day full of expectations and no evil was going to happen. Nothing bad, except that she would be late on the first day of school, of all places. The whole clique was probably waiting impatiently in the parking lot. You can still tell them you stopped to throw a stone at a pushy girl, he thought. That would make everyone think. Without looking back at the quince tree, he hurried down the street.
The crow landed on the top of an oak tree. The leaves rustled violently and Rye's head shot up. When he realized it was just a bird, he relaxed. His gaze fell on the lifeless white creature in his hands and he felt deep regrets. He didn't mean to kill it. If he had known how hungry he was, he would have hunted something bigger than a rabbit. But that was exactly the point that scared him. Never knowing the extent of his hunger or knowing beforehand what to do to feed it. He was lucky that he only got one rabbit this time. He was standing next to the old oak. His black, somewhat brownish locks glistened in the sun. In jeans and a shirt, Rye Beaumont did not differ from any other teenager. And yet he was different. Here, deep in the forest where no one could see him, he found food. Now he licked his lip carefully to make sure there was no more blood on them. He didn't want to take any chances. The masquerade would be difficult enough to hold on to as it was. For a moment, he thought about undoing everything; maybe it was better to go back to Italy to his hiding place. What had made him believe he could just go back to the world of daylight like that? But he was fed up with living in the realm of shadows. He hated the darkness and all those beings that hid in it. And above all, he didn't want to be alone anymore. He wasn't sure why he had chosen Norfolk, Virginia. It was a relatively young city by his standards. The oldest buildings were not yet 200 years old. But the city still cherished memories of the ghosts and legends of the civil war. They were part of everyday life, like supermarkets and fast food restaurants. Rye liked that respect for the past. He thinks he would like the Norfolk people. And who knows, maybe he could even find his place among them. Rye knew that he would never be fully accepted among them.. A bitter smile played on his lips. No, he knew better. There would never be a place he wholly belonged to. A place where he could really be himself. Unless he chose darkness again. Rye rocked his head and drove the thought away. He had renounced the shadows and left them behind. He would wipe out all those years and start all over again. Today. He finally realized he was still holding the rabbit in his hands. He laid it gently on a bed of brown oak leaves. Far away, imperceptible to the human ear, he heard a fox. Come on, hunting companion, he thought. Your breakfast is waiting. As he threw his jacket over his shoulders, he noticed the crow that had bothered him earlier. She was still sitting in the oak tree and seemed to watch him. Something was wrong there. It tempted rye to send his thoughts out to test the bird. But at the last moment, he held back. Remember your purpose, he told himself. He only wanted to use his extraordinary gift when it was absolutely necessary. When he had no other choice. He moved silently over leaves and dry branches that covered the ground, towards the edge of the forest. His car was parked there. He looked back and saw that the crow had left the tree and was pouncing on the rabbit. There was something somber in the way the bird spread its wings over the lifeless white body. Something gloomy and, at the same time, triumphant. Rye's throat constricted all of a sudden.. He almost went back and drove the bird away. But the crow had the same right to food as the fox, he told himself. And the same right as himself. Should he meet the bird again, he would try to fathom its true nature. But now he tore his gaze away and ran with steady steps through the forest. He didn't want to be late at West Miller High School.
Hey Guys,
Just a quick note from me to understand this series. It's about vampires, witches and werewolves. With all the boys of RoadtripTV in it and some of one direction, etc.
This story is the first one in a new series, featuring the boys from Roadtrip and One Direction. I actually wrote this back in 2021 and finally have time to correct this book, so expect a few more updates within the next weeks and months. The second book is already up on my profile, but it would make more sense to read the first part completely before you read the second part, since I edit the first part and things changed a lot in here.
