finding your LIGHT

Chaper 8

  We continued to walk down the dark, murky hallway, into part of the house I didn't know existed. I looked around, my thoughts wandering as we walked down two flights of stairs. Man, it was cold. I rubbed my arms with my hands and continued to follow, even though I knew how easy it would be to sprint back up to the fridge and grabbed a blood bag. I shuddered again, but not because of the cold. I hated it when reality caught up with me, reminding me that I was now half vampire. And to think, I had believed all of them were evil.

  Still lost in thought, I didn't notice it when both of them stopped, and I bumped right into Cy's shoulder. He looked down at me and grinned, then made a head motion to something in front of him. It was an old wooden door, the white paint peeling in every direction, the door turning black from the cold, wet mist that was now hanging in the air. The handle was white and old-fashioned, and to tell you the truth, instead of freaking me out, this door intrigued me, making me wonder about what could possibly be on the other side.

  Michel's hand reached for the handle, and what seemed to be in slow motion, opened it. But seriously, the last thing I had expected was a library. Yet here it was, thousands of dusty books set up in neat stacks and rows. Some had fingerprints on them, but most seemed untouched. Cobwebs and spiders sat in every corner, the cold, musky air chocking me, forcing me to cough. All the dust stung my eyes, making them water as I followed Michel and Cy further into the old library, leading us over to an oak table with a large book on it. As we got closer, I realized the book was opened to a certain page, but it was so covered in soot none of the words were visible. Cy put his head down towards the book, inhaling, and I made a rush to get behind the table before he exhaled, sending a twister of dust in front of itself.

  For the hundredth thousandth time, Cy and Michel looked at each other. But this time they nodded  before Cy spoke. "There is an old legend, stating that one day there would be a creature created that would be more powerful than any before it and after." He put his finger to a spot in the book. "It specifically states that the creature would be a girl, and half vampire, although their other half would be werewolf, demon, or angel instead of human. It also states that your sister would be killed in your struggle..." He looked at me, and stared into my eyes. "and that your parents were killed by vampires only a few years back."

  I gulped. This legend, it was just too specific. Scarily so. My sister, my parents... "Does it say anything about a boy being with me, or how many vampires there were?" There. That better through this stupid legend off track.

  "Yes." Answered Michel, pointing to another paragraph on the next page. "One boy, and two vampires, one of which you killed protecting Amy."

  My head shot up. "It mentioned her NAME?" 

  They nodded. "Hers and yours." I slumped in defeat. "But that means the sooner you go to the training center and learn how to control your powers, the better." Michel added.

  "Training center?"

  "Yeah." Cy jumped in. "It's a large collage-like place with clubs, clicks, and classes."

  "But I like it here!" I blurted before I could stop myself

  They both looked at me with sympathy. "Don't worry," said Michel. "We'll come to visit."

  "Defiantly." Cy agreed.

  I sighed, blowing one stray strand of hair out of my eye. "Did you say this place has clicks?"

  They both nodded simultaneously. "Yup. But, we all have to be disguised. So the girly-girls and jocks will be in gothic and tomboy getup. And the gothics and tomboys will be in jock and girly-girl cloths."