Natalie was just a simple college student, until she met a man named Nines Rodriguez. For some reason she felt like she knew this mysterious man, but how can that be possible? She never knew him before.. Almost at the same time she meets another man...
I don't remember who made me or how I become a child of the night at least not clearly. It's all a mesh of voices, his and another. The one who gave me to the embrace and the one who saved me from the voices. I do remember the day I met HIM... oh what a lovely day that was.
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I was just a student at a college, I was going to be an artist... at least that was the plan. It was a rainy night in (state), and I was running late, so I wasn't looking where I was going. Turning around the corner I run smack into another person, I almost fall but the stranger caught me. "You should be more careful," he says with a deep voice while he helps me stand straight. "Thank you," I say smiling through the hair in my face (oh my god he's gorgeous). "What's a pretty girl like you doing out this late and in this weather?" he asks smiling. "I bet you say that to all the girls, don't you?" (Why am I so flirty all of a sudden? this isn't me!). He smiles and laughs, "only if they're cuter than you. Which hasn't happened." I start to blush "I'm Nines," he says offering me his hand, I take it (he's so cold... almost like he's...dead). I shake my head and smile "Natalie, nice to meet you Nines." he hands me my sketchbook. "I'm guessing this is yours?" My eyes go wide as I remember why I was in such rush. "Shit, yes it is," I take it, "sorry I have to go, I'm late for class," I run off. "It was nice to meet you" I yell over my shoulder.
I run into the class and the teacher looks at me, "nice of you to join us, Miss. Blackwood." I make my way to my seat saying, "sorry sir," and sit, trying to ignore the looks from the other students. Why do other people look at me like I have the plague all the time? (Oh yea my eyes... I have crimson red eyes, I love them but not when other people stare at me) I try to pay attention to the lecture, but I can't all I can think about his Nines. His pale white eye, his tan skin, his muscular arms and those hands. Oh what those hands could do to me... (What the hell am I thinking!? I don't even know him and here I am... oh my god Natalie stop just stop) I'm pulled out of my thoughts as a paper ball lands on my desk I open it, it has 'FREAK' written in bold letters in the middle of it. I sigh and look behind me to see Jessica and her gang of Barbies laughing at me, I sigh, stuff the paper in my pocket and turn my focus on Mr. Johnson and what he's saying.
Once the class is done I'm about to walk out when I hear "Miss. Blackwood, a word please?" I sigh, "Yes Mr. Johnson?" I asked standing in front of his desk trying not to say something insulting. "I can't help but notice you weren't involved in our lecture today. Is something wrong?" (You mean other than the fact that I have red eyes that make everyone hate me? Or how about the man I met before, that makes me think of dirty things despite not even knowing him.) "Natalie?" I shake my head, "no sir, I'm just tired," he nods, but I can tell he doesn't buy it. "Very well, you may go." I don't waste time trying to get away. With nothing planned for the evening, I run back to my apartment and go to bed.
