Those Among Us

Chapter 1: Sorin

  HEY GUYS. 

This would be my second book, but I've decided not to post that one just yet as Its my favorite one and im working on editing that, Its called "My Side of the Moon" and, yes, you've probably guessed it but it is in fact a werewolf book with a bit of a twist :)). I hope you guys enjoy this one and if you want me to keep writing this leave me messages or comments. 

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-J

Dear Diary

They all said I didn’t look good in gold, in the pure and avaricious colour. I really like it though. They said I was a child of the darkness, a fiend to be feared. So I killed them all. That’s what im supposed to do, right, mommy? You’re the one that taught me; kill all who stand in your way. Their scarlet liquid stained my new white lace dress and my nice gold ballet flats. Stupid mortals. They bleed too easily; the Angels are much more fun. They put up a fight. I especially love ripping their stupid white wings from their backs. I wish I had white wings. Maybe I was born with white wings, but all this evil and iniquity stained my lovely wings to this sinful, hideous black ash. I rubbed my wings raw once, in hopes of finding a white feather. Most of my black feathers had fallen, crumpled and crushed. The friction scraping the flesh beneath my feathers off, piece by thin piece till the pain was nothing but a numb buzz; the only thing I felt was the blood that trickled down my legs from the stripped muscles. This should disgust me and I should be squirming from the gory memories. I revel in those memories, those feelings. They assure me that you’re still alive. Come home for a visit mother. I miss you dearly, and these ‘family’ members fail to entertain. Don’t fret; I haven’t touched them, yet.

CHAPTER 1.

My shoes hit the slippery, wet pavement at a high speed, heart thundering in my chest as I pushed my legs, pumping my arms in the frigid rain. The thick jumper that I threw on soaked and weighing down heavily. The tiny apartments on the small street blurred past me as I sprinted, dodging parked cars and undersized shrub. Pushing wet hair from my face without breaking stride I looked ahead to see the giant building, the gates ahead still opened. Thanking the gods above, I pumped harder, my worn out sneakers beating wildly; the distance between me and the gates shortening. My breath coming out in short huffs of mist, I quickly rubbed the rain from my eyes then finally burst through the gates. I gave a triumphant, breathless laugh and bent over, arms supporting my weight on my knees as I catch my breath. Hitching my thoroughly soaked school bag over my shoulder, I sauntered over to the office doors, rain still pounding hard and fast. Pushing open the office doors of Silver Lake High with a huge grin plastered on my face, I shook my head like a wet dog would to flick off the remaning drops of rain and skipped through the long, windy hallways, barely aware of the horrified looks the staff sitting behind the office desks wore. The other kids around me flinched away, not wanting to get wet. Or mistaken as my friend. That didn’t ruin my mood, I didn’t really care for the other kids anyway, and I had my own friends. A sharp and short ring sounded from the speakers around the halls. Laughing loudly this time just because I could, I skipped to my first class in Horticulture, as did all the other students to their classes; a mass of tightly pressed bodies pushing through the halls. Shoving open the a9 class door, I cupped my hands and exclaimed “Im not late!” while my classmates chanted “Becca Becca Becca Becca!” Our teacher never made it to class on time though the entire class knew it was because his wife beat his ass every night because he stayed out at stripper clubs till 2 in the morning and at school sits in the toilets smoking marijuana till his very pores seeped the lethal substance. Even though I'm always late to first period, I seem to make it to class before him. Slamming my bag down on my desk I flipped my long, raven coloured hair, spraying the class with drops of dew. “Yeah!” whoops and whistles were made as I stripped off my wet hoodie to reveal a soaked through black tank top, and I wouldn’t exactly say I had a small chest. “Grow up.” I muttered behind my insidious smile. Throwing the sodding jumper in a small pile in the corner of the class, I sat down next to my best friend of 6 years, Sorin.

“Hey babe!” Sorin gripped my damp ponytail I tied up as I sat and tugged on it.  

“How’s it going?” Just to tease him, I tousled Sorins messy light brown hair, highlights of gold flashing through my fingertips. The whole class was settled now and talking in their own little groups. Facing my chair towards Sorin, I slapped my hands down on the desk. “Can you believe I actually made it for once? This is like an important achievement in my life. Im going to grow up do great things in the near future.” Sorin beamed brightly at me.

“So you weren’t late. Big deal you goof.” He pinched my cheek playfully. Sorin and I chattered vibrantly blocking out the entire class. People always wondered why he never had any guy friends, I knew why. He used to have other friends but their lewd intentions rang true every time they tried to make a move on me, so Sorin made sure to steer clear of boys; for my sake, his care and love for me unconditional. There were a few select boys I could tolerate, but then again, their gay.

“Oh hey!” I clapped my hands. “What happened to that class camp thing we planned? Is it still on?” Sorin turned his head slightly away from me but I still saw that tiny secret smile of his he did every now and then when his thoughts were somewhere else.

“Hmmm. Yeah I guess we are. Everyone loved the idea. I went to all our teachers and had them sign the consent form then handed it into the office for them to take care of. We still need a reply from the council though.” His quirky one sided smile still in place.

“Look at you Sorin, doing big boy work for all of us. You’re an angel.” I giggled into my hand.

“Stop treating me like a child, Lee. You’re like, what, a few months younger than me?”

“Not anymore, James. Im a sensible adult of 17 years, as of last week. Same as you.” I poked my tongue out and Sorin flicked my forehead, a full blown, one of a kind, Sorin James Vance smile plastered on his face. I would think he was kind of cute with his peculiarly coloured, wavy hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head slightly-unintentionally-his light brown eyes glinting with boyish delight and his bleach white teeth completing the boy-next-door package; but he was my best friend, so of course, I thought him nothing more than a friend.

“Very sensible and very…” He trailed off searching for the right word. “You.”

 I was already beginning to dry so I pulled out my hair tie and ran my fingers through my waist length dark hair now full of volume and shining without a glimmer of sunlight in sight. I played with my fringe for a while before shoving it out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. Sorin watched me carefully, his gaze a gentle caress. “Hey Sore, you’re gonna drool.” I teased lightly, feeling uncomfortable with his steady assessment.

“Huh? Oh yeah… I guess I am.” He stared absentmindedly out the window, towards the drab looking houses, streets and hedgerows. Coughing, I twirled a piece of hair between my fingers. A habit I picked up at the age of 10. Just then the teacher stumbled through the door, breaking the tension; his horrible scent of weed went straight to my head due to my sensitive sense of smell. The entire class (hell the whole school) was still wondering why he still had a job here. He was absolutely pathetic. I went through my normal routine of my everyday life. Classes with my best friend, lunches in a small group that consisted of exactly 5 people and a slow and leisurely walk back home through the run down town that had lost its life years ago. Sorin had stolen me before the bell and we took off to the town park to talk and plan the weekend together. Once he got a phone call from his angry mother, I laughed as he mumbled an apology and we parted ways.