Dawning

Prologue

The world we think we live in is barely a fraction of what actually is going on in this world. My mother always used to say that there are two kinds of people in the world, the ones that would be glad to see the world fall into destruction and the ones who will face destruction just to keep it the way it is, the bad with the good. Once I was just like my mother, unknowing, enjoying every ray of sunshine and every teardrop.

Before this, before the calling and buzzing, I was an average girl. Just getting my way through high school and into college. But fate chose differently I guess. I don't quite know what happened that night. It started out with a simple nightly awakening. As I walked through the room I could feel something was watching me, walking around, while judging me.

After a while I got sick of the feeling, got dressed and grabbed a smoke on the balcony of the apartment. After I put the smoke out I lost consciousness. I got grabbed and all I could hear was something they call "the buzzing", a sound new recruits hear as they get injected with their overwhelming power.

As I said before, I don't remember a lot about that night but I do know that I can still hear the buzzing. All because of some lousy, cliché thing called "The Hive" if I could speak to them I would have told them to change their name too, trust me. But I can't. Because they're bees. No I mean literally bees. They choose their humans, their vessel, so to speak.

My name is Alexandra Dumont, I was born on the same day as the moon or at least that's what they tell me. That's why I'm the only one who can do things, do things others could only dream about. And yes, there are more of my kind. Way more. They divided into the world's most treasured secret places. Most of them can't handle having to lie to everyone, so they leave their family and friends. It's sad but it comes with the job, if we choose to accept these "abilities", we choose the life that comes with it. We are the shadows in your bedroom, the one that you can't see and can.

The voices in the night. The rattling sounds against your window. We even cause the shiver over your body in the middle of your night for that intense panic. No, not really, although some do that, I don't. I still know how it is to be scared. I still know. So I make sure that nobody gets hurt or scared, nobody. As I lay back and wonder on how it all happened I noticed someone staring from across my house, there he was, leaning against the neighbour's fence with a smoke. As he exhaled, the smoke formed the message: "Come out" and then dissolved into air. I started to cry because I realized that it was time.