Barely Breathing

Mythology

Chapter 1: Along comes Emily

Along comes Emily

On the outskirts of River Banks, the tiny Honda trotted along the road, slowly and edgily squirting away from any oncoming cars on the tiny two way road. Speedily, yet oddly slowly the rain outside poured, winding and dripping against the wind shield. Thunder and lightning shattered into pieces in the sky, screeching loud enough to out sound the CD player playing. No thanks to the storm, the radio was crackling.

"Come on." I groaned. Outside, almost completely covered in fog, idled over twenty cars. All of them waiting impatiently for the red light to change at the intersection. Idling in a school lot, with a storm brewing wasn't exactly ideal when you're running late to pick up your thirteen year old sister who had absolutely no choice but to stand in the rain for half an hour. But as I pulled into my usual waiting spot for her to come, I'm surprised to see that she wasn't there. After waiting ten minutes, someone's small hand knocks on the window, and an equally small petit face leans down, breathing cold breathe onto the glass.

"Your Emily's sister yes?" she drawled in her southern accent. I nodded. "Emily was sent to the office about a half hour ago, something about a fight with some pink haired person. Mr Swat was gunna take her home, but she refused to tell anyone where she lived. Mr Derek's with her at the moment."

Giving my thanks, I pulled out of my usual spot and drove around the bend to the back of the school, closer to the office.

'Another fight, just great. I swear when I get my hands on her-'I walked into the office, ignoring alll the faces that turned my way and froze. Sitting in a grey plastic chair holding an ice-pack to her head was my sister. Her usual spirited brown eyes were closed; tear marks escalade down her cheeks, various amounts even on her button down blue shirt, that's missing around four buttons. Three scratch marks were grazed into her pale skin, and her strawberry blonde locks were sprayed in a wild mess around her head. All in all, Emily looked like hell.

Next to her, a young man around my own age sat, trying to talk her. Just a comforting gesture, not a lovey-dovey couple, cause then I would have had to kill him. He was way too old for her. And way too dangerous looking. Black hair, blue eyes, biker jacket, combat boots, tattoo on his left arm which spread down his exposed chest, and leather pants. A biker.

Emily had better tastes then that.

"I swear, she started it." Emily whispered when I stood in front of her, startling the biker who looks like he hadn't heard her speak, and she probably hadn't until now.

He looked up at me, blinking as if he hadn't heard me walk up.

"Yeah, who was it this time?" I crossed my arms, eyebrow raised. I had a right to be slightly irritated, considering that last time it was Ness, and the time before that it was Jenny, and the time before that it was Riley... and so on.

"Miranda insulted Mother and Father, I couldn't just stand there and let her talk about them like that!" Emily fumed. I breathed out, rolling my eyes. When wasn't someone insulting my family? Especially Miranda. Both the girls had had plenty of fights, enough for a four hour movie if it was all filmed. See, our Mother and Father went missing to the human world about three or so years ago. Only, I knew better. They were taken away by the Comporadorous Court for Vampires. During the nineteen years of my life my parents had fought for the rights of Vampires, requesting that we slowly let humans let known that we existed, of course, the Royal Court of Comporadorous disagreed and hunted down all members of the elite group of Thoradous, the Right fighters. Three members of Thoradous remained, Uncle Vincent, who regularly visited us to make sure we were still breathing, or in retro-spec, still remaining on the light side Mantrax, instead of being dragged down to the darkest halls of dark side Mantrax to be executed or throw to the wolves, literally. Mantrax meant Earth in Vampire society and in Mantrax there were two sides, the light and the dark. The light side, Thundux, consisted of humans and hunters. The dark side, Portrex, consisted of Vampires and the rare monstrous Wolves.

While under the vowel of Doros, the Vampire society legacy, you had to behave appropriately, meaning you had to follow all the rules and laws, to survive. Thoradous went against this and as punishment, they were dragged away and nobody knew what happened to them. Three years ago this happened to my parents, and both Emily and I had been running for our lives, the only safe route we could take was relied on by my visions, and that only come at the last moment before the vampires arrive to hunt the city. Thus the reason why we try to gravitate in the most populated of cities. We were the surviving two of the Thoradous, whether or not we had any action in it what-so-ever.

Of course, being in populated cities didn't make it all the much better, because more the humans comes more Hunters. The Hunters probably warrant more than half this city, and for all we know they could all be occupying this building as we speak. Although we don't fear the hunters as much as our own society, we had to be careful, because they were just as deadly when their ready to strike. For now, we gave no reason for any to attack, whether or not they knew we were here or not, and by some looks we've been receiving, they had definitely noticed we were here. Of course, Emily knew nothing of this. All she knew was that we moved a lot and that our parents had gone missing. Like any other human, she was clueless. Except she wasn't human, but she didn't crave blood or death, like other vampires did. And me? Well, I just had a hell of a lot of control.

"You need a lot more control then this Emily." I said sternly. "You can't go around fighting any person who so much as speaks a word about Mother and Father. Besides, they are only egging you on Em, how would they know anything about our family if neither of our parents are around?"

Understanding flashed across her ruined face before fury replaced it.

"Why do you always take their side?" She yelled at me, standing up quickly. The man next to her gaped at her, while I stood there, holding an emotionless facade. "Always! You always take their side, not your own blood. Do you hate me so much that you have to always go against me? We move all the time and you don't tell me anything! What if Mum or Dad came back to one of our houses? What if they found us, only to find that we've moved? You ruin everything! I hate you."

She pushed me, before quickly running out of the building and leaving me gaping after her. I moved out of my awkward stance, thinking repeatedly, denial, denial, denial.

"Guess she just needed someone to take her venom out on?" A rough voice chuckled behind me. I scratched my head, trying to shake how ridiculous and embarrassed I was feeling. I moved back a few steps and just dropped into a chair, one that seemed awfully close to scary biker man.

"What to do, what to do..." I sigh.

"Well, you could always go after her and get lost in the brewing storm, or you can sit around and wait for her to come back on her own, either way, you'll be following a lost route." Way to put it simple darling.

So for the next few hours I sat in the office, while the power shortage blocked any resemblance of light out, and a biker sat next to me singing 'hallelujah' under his breath, sometimes making short pointless talk.

Now try answering this, why was a teacher names Mr Derek sitting next to me, looking like the perfect Greek god going through a tough-boy facade?

Yes, it seemed obliviously obvious to me too...