My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #45: Quiet the Noise

CHAPTER 1

"Report news is that of an animal attack close to the local high school on Dominion. This tragedy of three high school students that were brutally attacked by what is believed to be from one of the wild bears in the forest close to the school. A fence and heightened security are out in place after seeing the lethal forces that some wild animals can go to. We won't give images on screen, but what I can tell you is the students were part of an initiation party led by the renown Archer Dominion. The youngest son of our prestigious family that owns most of the town here on this side of Washington, the Dominion family. They'll be on soon for interviews and will speak of the actions they will take and a public apology by Nathaniel Dominion, Archer's father and the oldest of the three boys, Aurelius Dominion. More on soon." The television channel remained on as I sit back in my new couch seat. The house wasn't in the least expensive when I moved in a couple days ago, in a friendly neighbourhood, surrounded by other students attending Dominion school.

I saw Archer yesterday from the shadows, closely studying the boy's features and disturbed movements. He looked focused, yet devastated. I enrolled in the school the moment the town caught my eye. I fix my daytime ring on my fourth finger. While the sunny side does disrupt. I wasn't so disrupted after learning a few tricks in my time.

The slick slurp of AB positive tinged along my tongue as I write more notes on the dominion family. They even had a delectable ball tomorrow evening, inviting as many as they could to ease the state of fear in their community.

I spent the night on the internet, rolling my fingers over each key with the right pattern to learn what I could about the history of the Dominion family. Born in the late eighteen hundreds, or so it appears. The morning running, I changed to return to the high school. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't voluntarily return to high school after so many years, if it weren't for solving the Dominion case that the pentagon wants understood. Werewolves was the first assumption, however there is more to the play than canines and howls in the night.

I listen to music, humming to a trendy song as I move into English Literature with a blank expression, walking swiftly to the front, the professor sees me and blushes, turning back to his laptop. He was certainly younger than me. Brown hair, brown eyes that was too inhuman, he was a pack member, or clan member. See, I never said they weren't werewolves, but this particular family is mixed in something else too. Archer steps inside the room and plops his sixteen-year-old self in the back. His silver eyes roaming the room until they land on the ginger next to me, who's stuck in drawing on her pad, more than just doodles.

"That's beautiful." I say to her, catching the blonde male who looks my way and waves a flirtatious hand to me. I send one of my own, a small smile on my lips. Ginger looks at me and I bring my attention back to her. Her blue eyes snap to me, human smile forms shyly.

"Thank you, some people find it creepy." She whispers, blue eyes that look envious as she looks at me. Over my golden curls, sharp to the eye, my skin a sheen glossy white. Not glossy enough to appear abnormal. She looks into my green eyes.

"I'm Anastasia." She reaches a hand for me, I smile and shake it with mine.

"Lorelei Newman, just moved here from London if the accent wasn't already prominent enough." I tell her, the teacher stands.

"Alright class," He begins, Anastasia giggles and shrugs at me, crossing one leg over the other while a quiz is handed out. I grab mine, readying my pen while the professor steps aside to the next student, only he lingers, quite the predator. His blood though, smelling it from here was enticing enough, only the taste is far more delicious when the human is more aroused, I had to give it time. I answer the quiz in the time given, using the rest of the class struggled, hating these quizzes.