Girl Of Fire - vampire one direction

I walked down the secluded dark alley way I always take to get home. I shouldn't have gone to the shops today, I knew it was a bad idea but I still went anyway. It's always the same, I go out shopping, thinking this time will be different, but then dickheads come up and hit on me and I have to leave to get away. Maybe I should just stay home for the rest of my life. I'm not even a people person. I never was.

I should probably introduce myself. Hello my name is Paige Newman and I am 18. I only just turned 18 a couple months ago, but I've been living alone for as long as I can remember. I don't remember my parents or much of anything about my childhood. I was brought up in an all girls orphanage until I was 15 then I moved out and started my own life. It was hard at first but then I learnt how to take care of myself. I don't really have any friends, but I sometimes go back to the orphanage to visit the girls and the old ladies who raised me. I let out a sigh and stuff my hands into my pockets. I look up at the stars in the calm night sky. There's not even one cloud in the sky tonight. I wish I could just fly up into the night sky, that would be great. I let out a sign and keep walking down the dark alleyway. I hear some foot steps coming up behind me. I spin around quickly and glare at the darkness behind me. As soon as I spin around the foot steps stop. Hhhmmm that's strange.... Maybe I was just hearing things? No I defiantly here's something.

"Hello? Is somebody there?" I yell out to the tormenting darkness. But there's no answer. Well of corse there's no answer Paige! It's not like the persons gonna say 'oh yes it's just me!" I sigh again it was probably a cat. I normally see them around here sometimes. I turn around and go on my way. I kept walking for a couple of minutes until I heard the footsteps again. I spin around on my heals and scan the darkness again. And once again the footsteps stop. Okay this is getting residuals, honestly! If you are going to stalk some one down an alley way then you should get some shoes that don't make lots of noise. It's defiantly not a cat though, maybe it's that guy and his friends from the shops. If he wants some more of a beating I will gladly give it to him. I laugh at the sweet memory of his shocked expression after I hit him square in the face. He ran off with a bloody nose after that. What? What was I supposed to do? He slapped my bum! Anyway It was one of the best punches I've thrown. I turn around and pat my pockets, after a few seconds of searching I pull out my pack of cigarets and place one in between my lips. I slip the packet back into my bum pocket of my black ripped skinny jeans and pinch the end of my cig, igniting it with a small flame. I take a deep breath of smoke before I stroll along, ignoring the footsteps behind me. They don't sound too close, but if they come any closer I'll have to give them a piece of my mind... Or fist either one they will have to eat out of a straw for a month. Another minute passes and the footsteps are still there, and I am starting to debate whether to set my stalker on fire or just keep walking and let him enjoy the view of my ass. I don't like the second choice very much but I am almost home, the end of the alley is only a minute or two away. I stop and throw my cigaret on the ground and stamp it out.

"Hello young ladie" a voice says

I jump and my hand flies up to my pounding chest. My head snaps to where the voice came from, my eyes dart to an old homeless man sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the brick wall of the alley way. He's dressed in old ripped up clothes and looks like he is in his late 60's. There is a small fire that is barley alight sitting in front of his feet. I can only faintly see his face but I can see that his expression has changed into one of amusement. I let out a breath. Holly shit. He scared the crap out of me!

"I didn't mean to startle you" he laughs "but I was wondering if you had another cigaret?"

I give him a small smile that he probably can't see from the lack of light and stick my hand in my bum pocket of my jeans. I pull out the packet and walk towards the old man, I lean down to him and open the packet, extending my hand to him in a gesture to take one. He does and puts it in his mouth. After a moment of silence he looks back up at me.

"Do you have a lighter I could use?" He asks. I give him a puzzled expression. Then I realise that he doesn't actually have what I have. I lean down to him again and pinch the end of the cigaret in his mouth. Within a second it starts to burn, casting a small amount of light onto his face letting me study his weathered face a bit more. It looks like he has been on the streets for a while. His skin looks wrinkled and worn by the elements. I feel sorry for homeless people, I don't completely know why though. They just have no choice on their life, whether they live or die. They can't help what happens to them. Where I live there are a lot of people livening on the streets. I actually know them on a first name basses, because I help them and give them some of my left over dinners and stuff. I just want to help them. Even help them with the little stuff like giving this old man a cigaret. Even thought it might not help him in them long run but hey! It's helping...

The old man looks at me with amazement. I smile at him and step back rubbing my hands together. He take a drag then pulls it out of his mouth.

"How did you do that?" He asks me with wide eyes. Honestly, I don't really know myself.

"I don't know, I just do it" I said simply. Turning my attention to the pathetic excuse of a fire at the mans feet. I Neal down in front of it and place both of the palms of my hands only and inch away down It. I shut my eyes and let a warm sensation flow through my body and out of my hands, my hands slowly light on fire and then join onto the homeless mans fire to creat a brighter flame. I take my hands away, satisfied with the light I have created. I step back and scrunch my hand up into fists sizzling out the flame. I glance down at the old man agains with a small smirk on my face, he just looks up at me with utter shock, it then turns to amazement.

"You young ladie" he says smiling and pointing his finger at me. "Are blessed by god" he adds then takes another drag of his cigaret.

I laugh "thank you sir, not many people have that type of reaction to it" I say my eyes darting to my feet

"I don't know why anyone would think anything different" he says with such confidence. I give him a small smile, then I hear the footsteps again.And this time they sound closer. I look at the old man again still grinning from ear to ear. I don't want him to be around when I have to kick some stalker ass.

"Thanks but I better be one my way" I pause to look in the direction of the footsteps "It's getting late"

I glance back at the homeless man and tuck a piece of my long light pink ombre hair behind my ear. The man quickly breaths out the smoke.

"Of course!" He says "thank you by the way" he says gesturing to his cigaret that I have him and the fire at his feet.

"It's no problem" I say shrugging my shoulders.

"I would wish you a safe walk home but I don't think you really need it" he jokes "god is looking over you my lovely young lady, don't forget that" he gives me a wink as he takes a drag. I laugh at him while I start to walk away.

"Good night sir" I say waving goodbye to him before I turn around and start walking down the alley way again. I worriedly look back at him, hopefully my stalker won't hurt him. I would rather it me than him, he seems like a very nice old man. I laugh at his comments about my fire. It's sweet that he thinks god has blessed me. Just then I hear the footsteps start to pick up the pace. Oh shit. I start to speed walk, hearing the footsteps closing up behind me. The footsteps echo off the alley walls as they start to get faster and before I know it I'm sprinting. I have to admit this guy is a pretty good runner, But I'm better. I go to the gym a lot so I'm in pretty good shape. But it has rained earlier today so the floor is pretty slippery and there are puddles everywhere so Im dodging them every two seconds. It feels like forever that I've been running, I can't keep this us but it sounds like the guy has friends. I knew it was those guys from the shops! And they want seconds of the Paige pie! Haha well if they insist. I stop and look around, the moonlight slightly casts some light on the dumpsters around me. I look over to one up against the wall and see its casting a small shadow that I can hide in. I rush over to it and try to squeeze up as close as I can to the dumpster. Just as I tucks knees up to my chest I see a figure stop just a few meters away from me where I saw standing before. I try to steady my breathing so it wouldn't be so loud. It doesn't look like the guys I was hassled by in the shops. The moonlight shines onto the young mans face, lighting up his features.


He has dark hair that is styles into a quiff, he has dark tanned skin with a fair amount of tattoos. He looks well in shape, If he wasn't stalking me I would think he is rather attractive. He looks around in the opposite direction of where I'm hideing, oh crap. He's looking for me, he bends over and looks under a dumpster. I should get him while his back is turned, I start to get into a proper sitting up position. One that I can start running from but I can still be in the protecting shadow of the dumpster, he starts to look into the dumpster. Lifting the lid and peeking inside, this is my chance. I leap out of my hiding spot and charge at him. I bring my fist up and go to throw a punch into the back of his head, the young man turns around and grabs my wrist before I get a chance to implode it into the back of his head. He looks at me and gives me a devilish smirk, I just stare back at him. Oh I wish I could have punched him.. Just as I was about to give him a socker in the jaw with my other hand, he flings me against the hard brick wall of the alley way. I hit the wall with a thud and almost hit my head against it too. Lucky, otherwise I would have probably been out cold. Within a split second my stalker is pressed up against me with his face inches away from mine. Wow. This boy can move fast. I try to squirm out of his grasp but it just gets tighter. Like one of those Chinese finger games where the more you pull the more stuck you finger gets in the contraption. It diabolical I tell you!!!

My stalker just grins at me again, showing his white teeth and... Two sharp teeth.... Holly fuck! It's fangs! Is this some kind of joke? This dude can't be an actual vampire right? No way. No way in hell. I stare at him in shock and all he does is smile more. My gaze travels up to his glowing red eyes, and my jaw just drops. I stare at him, examining him for a good five seconds and he examines me too. He lets out a small deep luagh.

"There you are" he says in a distinctive Bradford accent.