My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 11

I woke up to bleary lights and blurred faces. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I Looked at the face that was hovering above me. Sam startled contently down at me, a smile playing on his lips. He murmured something about breakfast and glitter, pulling me out of bed and urging me to get ready. I hopped in the shower and enjoyed the hot water slide over my skin. Once I had finished, I wrapped a towel and scanned my wardrobe. Sparkly tops, glittery trousers, and um... Sparkly, probably itchy, bras... Anyway, I found a set of training gear and slipped it on. Black tank top, black jeans and black combat boots. The enticing smell of waffles wafted into the rooms and my stomach rumbles in protest. After wrenching the door open, I ran down the stairs and took my place on the table next to Sam, who linked our hands together under the table. Cecil and Terry came over and placed steaming plates of waffles in the middle of the table, and the hunger games began, literally. Hands were wildly grabbing waffles and we're reaching for the syrup. I made a mad dash to grab a waffle and poured syrup on it. Oh yeah, waffles are my favourite, Cecil can cook very well, surprisingly. Then I noticed the syrup was pink and glittery. I sighed enormously. Terry gazed into Cecil's eyes and Cecil winked with a glittery eye lid. Terry smiled weakly. After a hearty breakfast the group disbanded. It must have been like a holiday for them, sunny weather and everything basically, Kahn was a great holiday destination, then at least. Sam and I stepped out of the door hand in hand. He leaned in to kiss me, our lips brushed. A smile appeared on his lips as he kissed me. It seems like every time something bad happens, something good happens after, something too good that I always seem to lose. For example I broke my arm and then I became best friends with Libby and Charlotte, my parents die, I go live at Mr Parker's house, I go to Madame Lazelle's, I find people who care about me, I nearly get murdered by sea creatures, and I fall in love with Sam. The worst thing would be losing him, the only person who cares about me anymore. Slowly we strolled along the pier past stalls and fair ground rides. It seemed perfect, but I was just waiting for someone to be murdered, kidnapped or aliens to attack, either way I wasn't ready, all I wanted was to go home, with my parents and Bob. "Hey, where's Bob?" I asked worry filling my chest. Sam looked startled. "And Bob is....?" He asked looking dumbfounded. "My cat!! He can talk and everything." I gasped. Cecil appeared with Terry at his side and Bob coincidentally on his shoulder. "Sup bitch. How are you gurl?" He purred slinking up my leg. I scooped him up and cradled him "I've missed you, you little bugger." He mewed in agreement, I didn't realise what a bad ass my cat was. Sam looked on in an amused confusion. Cecil looked on in a gleeful admiration. "That, that, possessed cat has been swearing at me for the last 4 weeks pining for someone called 'Gurl', I only just realised it was you. Gurl." He was trying his luck, my patience was ticking away like a stopwatch. "Let's go Stacey, we don't need him." He sneered bitterly at Cecil and Terry, he grabbed my hand and led me over to a fortune telling booth. I raised an eyebrow. Circe's are fake, aren't they? "Hey, don't judge they speak twisted truths, but never lies," Sam said gravely and steered me inside,"and we need truths these days." Inside the tent was very different from the outside. It was bejeweled with sequins and plastic stars across a deep blue interior. It was as big as an average basement with a mahogany deal at the end surrounded by bookshelves and paintings and a whole shops worth of funky clothes. Behind the desk sat a wrinkled woman, dressed in elaborate turbans, shoals and scarves, and was jingling with a crazy amount of beads and gold coins. "Hello Stacey of the Green alignment. And Samuel of the False family." She purred the words and spat the part about Sam. Sam glowered dangerously and pushed me down onto a velvet cushioned seat. The strange woman grinned. "How do you know me?" I gasped. "I know everyone dear, for I am the Prophet of Lux and my foul sister is the Prophet of Tenebris, but that's another story in its self. Anyway what knowledge do you want to obtain child." Her bony finger jabbed me menacingly in the cheek. For being 3 feet tall she was still bloody scary. "She wants to know...." Sam begun impatiently. "Oi! I didn't ask you foul creature, you fake boy! If you will interrupt the ceremony you can buzz off back to the lab!" She yelled flinging her arms about dramatically. Sam looked furious, hurt and ashamed. "I wish to know who I am and what will happen." I answer flatly still watching Sam and hardly paying attention to the old woman. "FACE ME GIRL!!!!!" I turned abruptly,"Thank you child. So you wish to know who you are, well where do we even begin. Well you have dreams don't you girl," I nodded, "good. About your real parents I presume," I nodded again, intent on hearing what this 'Prophet' could teach me, "well your mother was called Aquila Montenette and your father Achaïkos Ferontine, your mother being Latin american and your father half Greek and half English. Your father was a soldier in the biggest army of both of the worlds, both of them being the Shadow world, the possesses world you are in presently and the Personage world, in which is the normal world, where everyone is oblivious thinking their lives are unfortunate just because they lost a family member, when really they don't experience these horrors from our world. To even be part of this world, you have to have been cursed, made into the false family, born into a family of nonpareil warriors (like you are Stacey) or been infected with the Grim Reapers Embrace, a Night Child's Bite, a Bite from The Children of the Were or there is a million other possibilities but the worst one is dying and being resurrected with no soul, so you are an empty shell who is devoted to kill everyone. There is an academy for abnormally smart teenagers who figured out the worlds themselves and have been kidnapped into an school run by demons, but hey that is nothing to do with you. Well tour father was fighting in the biggest war in our history, even the Night Children sided with the Children of the Weres, it was very confusing. Demons vs The Angels. Even though the two enemies were half demons, their tribes split and half the Night Children went with the Angels and the others went to the Demons, the same happened with the Weres. The leader of the demons was a beast named The Grim, he went into hiding along with his right hand demon the Lazerous. The Lazerous was and still is intimidated by The Grim. The Lazerous disbanded from The Grim and changed their identity and everything. Well your father was slain by the Lazerous. And your mother gave birth to you at a similar time when he came home briefly and then he left to be slaughtered. Well your house was attacked and your mother had a distant cousin who was a human. So she used the only portal in her home town, the one she hid in a thicket of trees in her garden and she took you to her cousin and her cousin Mina Bolts and her husband Terry Bolts took you in, they then changed their names to Lynda Green and Frank Green so the demons couldn't track them, they moved house and renamed you from Aelia to Stacey to also protect you. You also moved somewhere miles from the portal opening this world, so they moved from America to Greenwich, London. But a few times in your childhood weird things happened, demons attacked and you showed signs of being a child of the Nonpareil Warriors, they took you to my sister who hazed the memories and made them into other things, such as when you were nearly kidnapped by a Were Child, she changed it into a you nearly being mugged, she changed every unnatural traumatic experience into a normal trauma. That was what she specialised in. But magic comes at a great cost, to become a Circe you must give up everything and undergo a series of grueling tests that scar you for life and the witch who helped you is my identical twin, we are often mistaken for each other, which makes her able to do awful things to people and ruin my reputation. But the power of your memories were to much for her, like I said magic comes at a cost, if we remove something from you it has to go to someone else, it can't just disappear, its like if we make something appear its from somewhere, it could be from a department store or an evil lair, but most magical places have protection curses. But it takes a very skilled Circe such as I to pass the curse onto someone else, but my sister unfortunately paid little attention to protection and deflection spells or any spell in general, every spell she knew was made up or altered in horrible ways to make dreadful consequences, at first we thought it was stupid mistakes but soon she became obsessed with power and the more your experiences burdened her, the more evil she became, all because she never knew how to pass on a curse. So one of the most dangerous witches was born. Witches are Circe's or Prophets that have become possessed with an infectious curse or when they become mad with power and fury. So your fake parents were found by demons quite often, but they knew little of how to defend themselves but you had it in your blood, so you ended up killing them most of the time but they were hazed over to you beating up bullies and muggers. They were scared so they restricted everything you did, they persuaded the most normal children to be your friends, those Charlotte and Libby girls, foolish they were, they're dead now unfortunately, a demon came and killed them, rather amusing, heh. Anyway, the Lazerous found your parents, interrogated and then slaughtered them. Then you went to the haunted orphanage, full of zombified children and he helped you and then you escaped into the only living group of Nonpareil alive, and you have one of the most dangerous enemies trying to kill you, Madame Lazzelle is a dangerous enemy and an even worse ally. She will stop at nothing to kill you all, so the Demons can easily find the last tribe of angels and destroy them, which will bring the Apocalypse. But the Madame Lazzelle won't kill you, she won't keep you prisoner, she will destroy you! And that can't be stopped, she will have you dead with your blood painting her walls in the orphanage, all the children at the orphanage are her victims that she dealt with years ago, she buried them so they were trapped in that age forever and then she resurrected them and they became zombified or more commonly known as The Living Dead. And that is what will happen to you Stacey Green, keep safe for you will be held back for love and hatred, control your actions, don't screw up girlie! We all depend on you to stop her and destroy the Lazerous. But don't let him," her finger wavered menacingly at Sam,"hold you back." Then she fell headfirst onto the table as a sharp claw tore out of her back. "Hello Stacey and Sam......" It was Madame Lazzelle, but not exactly. She had muddy green scales and a swishing tail. Holy mother of meridian. It was the bloody Lazerous with Madame Lazelle's features. "We are going to die." Sam said flatly before taking my hand and plunging us into the crowd outside the tent.

Authors Note
Thank you so much for 312 reads! What would we do without you fans, I don't know. But please keep reading. And we are going to write a prequel once we have finished this book. In the prequel we will talk about where Sam was born and about his psycho ex girlfriend and the gang. Trust us, it is very different to this world. Oh yeah and now Carys_The_Book_Geek shares this account and her old one isn't active so now we are The_Book_Baes. But thank you so much and please stay tuned and let's get to 500 reads!