Haunted by the Immortals

Chapter 1

Some people may see that living in an obscure town would drive them crazy and crazier, enough to make them leave. But unlike a normal town, in ours, you can't leave. Once you entered the town's borders, there's no way of escape. Unless you want to be hunted down by blood-sucking monsters and be followed everywhere until you either give up, or you're forced to; be our guest. You won't be the first. And by force I mean death. But we're not psychos, no; we just live in a town run by vampires. Yeah I said vampires; it's nothing to threat about.

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I sit propped up on the windowsill, staring out. I don't know who or what I was staring at, there was not anything interesting to look at. Until something crept out of the shadows. I noticed it was a boy, my age, with a stern look on his face as if he was been hit by numerous bullets of heart break, and there was also a very small part that told me that he still couldn't stop loving the girl and he was scared about her: I mean, she had run away from him leaving him alone, in the dark – a very, very bad thing to do.

Don't dare say anything – I know you might think I was insane, that I was making all of it up, but I have to tell you something even more insane: it was all the truth. See, I contained these powers that allow me to dig deeper than what I saw on the outside.

If you were that desperate I would tell you all of my powers I owned. But time will come when slowly and slowly you will learn more about who I was. Yet still, my main powers were Dream Leaping – which was when I could project myself into other people's dreams and manipulate them – and Catoptromancy – the ability where I could see distant people or places through mirrors.

They weren't very useful abilities, but Clara (my creator and the Mistress of Blakesville) has advised and reassured me that these were merely my baby powers, and that more were on the way. I just wasn't entirely satisfied that was true, though. If you weren't from Blakesville, you'd say I was some kind of witch or a sorcerer, but since nobody from outside the borders had ever heard of me or even seen me I couldn't say anything.

I was Camilla Ross, the daughter of Jade and Adrian – no, sorry, Eric – Ross. I was fifteen-years-old and just finished high school to go to TPCU, just before University. I classified myself as pretty and had long, chocolate brown hair, flowing down in perfect curls and dark brown eyes.

I continued to stare at the boy who was actually very handsome. He had chocolate brown hair with warm brown eyes and a comforting skin tone. Even though he wore three layers of clothes, I could still tell his muscles were tensed and toned. There was just something that looks so familiar, for some reason he reminded me of a close friend.

But Clara one day ordered me to come to her office. And all I remember was her saying, "Sweetheart, this is for your own good."

After that I never spoke to my one close friend or never did he ever show his face to me.

"I really need to stop thinking about him," I muttered hastily. The sky continued to become darker now changing to twilight. The boy stood there for a few seconds before gazing up at me. His eyes stared right into mine, never taking his gaze off them and my heart started to pound and the world spiraled around me, making my vision blurry. His hands were in his pockets but I could tell they were clutching the material hard. His eyes beamed and he smiled at me, running at human speed to the porch of my house. I didn't know what to do; I was alone at home, and after all he could be a vampire.

I crept down the stairs, trying not making any noise. Then there was a knock on the door. "Cami, please, open the door." The person asked in a hoarse voice. Yet the voice was familiar – from long ago. But the tone was a little demanding, sort of impatient. I wondered if I should open the door. If it was a vampire, I would probably die or eventually escape with at least one wound. Staring down at my trembling hands, I wondered many things.