hellow fellow writers!!!
sorri, gay i know but i couldnt resist. this is the reworked version of vampies calling. i hope you guys like it. i wud appreciate any input you guys want to have. im more than happy to take it on board. and i hope you like it.
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the supernatural call
In the beginning......
I sat across the club, in the booth in the back, on the second floor. Lights flashed and music pounded, surrounded by strangers. Through the glass balconies, I watched bodies thumping and trusting in rhythm against each other. When I saw him for the first time. He stood over the balcony on the highest floor of this unusual club, looking down on us through the glass floor on which he stood, legs apart in a defensive stance; never feigning arrogance. His features emotionless. He just stood up there watching; just watching. His hair spiked and his eyes like black pits, flashing under strobe lights. There was a girl beside him, his sister I later found out. She stood head held high, like a dark goddess. But at the time, because I didn't really know them, I assumed that she was his bitch - like any other boy I had, he would have one too; he looked the type. I never thought I would end up with him here, with anyone for that matter. Later and for the rest of my life I always wondered at the profanity and suddenness of it. We were in the grave yard. Him bleeding to death, me crying over him. That was the weird part. crying over him. he was a killer. He killed my parents. But I still couldn't let him go. I couldn't stop my tears from falling for him.....
Chapter one - witches, bitches and down-right whores
"so this is your new room" said the perky red head she-devil who happened to be my new room-mate at the Eternal knights.
Your wondering- what the hell is that?? Good question. I'll let you know when I know. But since I know next to nothing, then I guess we're in the same boat.
I looked around. The room was HUGE, Velvet curtains covered the windows. The beds looked so soft, like they just calling me to lay down on them and fall in to deep dreamy sleep. It was like something out of Cinderella - you know, 17th century styled decor with a slight modern twist. I loved it. It made me feel like Rapunzel - as silly as it sounded.
Only I'm pretty sure in the fairytale she wasn't surrounded by monsters
She seemed to be waiting for my reply. Like I wasn't here against my own will, like I actually had any idea as to what the hell I was doing here. Yeah, I wish! Funny how everything can go belly-up in the space of 24hr. with that, the thought of my parents in my blood-drenched living room came back to me and rendered me breathless. I clamped my jaw shut to repress a sob; I would not cry in front of her, I absolutely refuse! But even so, I felt a tear spill over my eyes and slide down my cheeks. my adoptive parents. My heart squeezed and my Brain went back to that night. The night they died. I wish I listened to them......
A tear slid down my cheek and huge lump formed in my throat. My heart was breaking at the memory of how they had looked. Their blood splattered all over the room. That thing.....
She-devils face softened " hey, Tori. Things are going to get better okay. Trust me, Ive been were you are. I was adopted too and when my parents found out I was a WEREWOLF.... God, this must seen soo....," she said in her over-sympathetic annoying all-American-girl accent, looking to the ceiling, as if the word she was looking for was painted up there "unreal! But just hang in there. This gets better" she said smiling, she reached out to stroke my arm. I flinched and smacked her hand away from me as if she just burned it with a curling iron or something.
