My name is Aurora Evans. I'm seventeen years old, and my mom thinks I need a babysitter. All my life, I thought that vampires, werewolves, and fairies were fake. A pigment of someone's imagination. Well, guess what. They're real, and it just so happ...
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*Aurora's POV*
After that night, I've been counting down the days, trying to persuade my parents to come home at a later date. I've even tried telling them to come home early, but they wouldn't budge.
Their death was inevitable.
If they die, what would happen to my brother and I? We'd get shipped off to our aunt, far away from our hometown. We barely even see our aunt, but soon, we'd be going off to live with her.
Even though I'm sure she'll take care of us, she wouldn't be capable of doing it like our real mother would.
I know that soon, I'll be fine, but George is young. I don't think he can handle this.
Their set date for arrival is in two days. My parents will be dead in two days, and there's nothing I, or anyone, can do about it.
For the past few days, I've been having nightmares. They're all the same. How my parents die. They all show the panic in their eyes, the precarious dip, the heartbreaking sadness in their voices.
I keep waking up in the same state every morning. Sweating, panicking, crying, screaming, kicking, thrashing. One morning, my brother heard, and he came to my room before Zayn could stop him. He saw how scared I was. What was I supposed to tell him? At one point, he just assumed I was going crazy.
"No, no, no! Stop! Please!" I thrashed my body around. I was covered in sweat, and it wasn't just the summer heat. I didn't want to relive that awful nightmare, but I was.
"I love you."
My eyes snapped open, and next to me, I saw a teary-eyed George.
"Rory, what's wrong?" He started sobbing too. My breathing was uneven, and my chest was heaving up and down.
The following day, I locked myself inside my room. Zayn tried luring me out, but it was no use. I stayed in my room from nine in the morning, to eight the next day. George tried knocking on my door too, but that only made me feel worse. I'm an awful sister. I'm an awful daughter.
*Zayn's POV*
She's a mess.
I can't fix her, and it's hurting me. I can feel her pain and sorrow.
She keeps having the same nightmare every night. It's frustrating to me, when I have to be the one to watch her fall apart. It hurts, because I can't help her.
After that incident at the beach, the Council sent for me. They wanted Aurora and I, because we were a 'key part' in their 'plan'. I didn't really understand. That is, until they told me about her 'prophetic' dreams.
I have no idea how they found out about that, although I knew from the second I saw her- that's the reason why I told her my secret. I knew that sooner or later, the Council would find out, but I just didn't know how.
Anyways, the vampire world is divided into two parts, the Nightshades and the Noctis.
I'm a part of the Nightshades' division. We've had some troubles with the Noctis clan. They want dominion over us, but we won't let that happen.
They need Aurora, because she has premonitions in the form of dreams; and they need me, because I'm the one of the strongest vampires in the clan. They want me to turn her into a vampire, so she could have premonitions for our clan. So, she could predict what the other clan is doing.
Crazy idea, right? She would never say yes, but either way, she will be turned. The Council has a way of getting what it wants, by force, or by will.
I don't want to force her.
She's already so stressed. That might either make her weak (she'll say yes), or tight up (she'll say no).
Maybe I should just wait until her parents are dead......That sounded mean....
Don't get me wrong, I don't want Aurora's parents to die. It inflicts more pain on her, which means more pain on me. Odd.
