Destined-Drake Chronicles

Part 1

This book was started by Ellie Partridge and will hopefully be finished by me.

The next 4 chapters were written by her.

The Drake Chronicles is not my creating it is Alyxandra Harvey stories.

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Third person

Lucky Hamilton was staying at her best friend's, Solange Drake, house on a Saturday night. The date was December 2009, and the Drakes were doing what they usually did. They thought that it was going to be just a normal day; little did they know that they were so wrong. Something was going to happen that was going to change their entire life courses. A box would appear, and . . . well, here. I'll tell you the story from one of the star's point of view. Enjoy!

Lucy POV

I was in Solange's room, chatting to her and gossiping about the new geeky kid in my grade, when Logan, her older brother, yelled up to us, "Sol, you have another gift from your stalkers!"

I rolled my eyes.

This had been going on for years! She had gotten pretty sick of it by now, but I still lived to find out what new thing Montmartre had made his Hel-Blar send to her. Last time it was a dozen roses and a beautiful golden, diamond necklace with a large ruby in the centre. I had to admit; it was amazing, but he still had no right!

She yelled back, almost immediately, "Ugh, what is it, now?"

"Come see yourself; 'S not my stalker!" For the second time that day, I rolled my eyes.

I pulled her up, off of her bed and towed her down the Drakes' staircase. "C'mon."

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw an elegantly wrapped large box sitting on the main table.

Hmmm . . . bigger than normal, I thought. I wondered what was in it that took up so much space.

I reached out for it, but Logan slapped my hand away.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't open it. I'll do it," he said.

First, he says that we have to open it, then he won't let me open it!

I sighed, blowing my brown fringe up in the air, and crossed my arms over my chest. He used his fingernail to slice down the middle of it and flipped the lids of it open. I peered in, as the frown on his face didn't satisfy me.

It was six books and a note.

Strange.

"Why would Montmartre send you . . . books? " I asked Solange. She shrugged in response. I looked at Logan for an answer.

"Beats me. What are they?" I picked one up, to reveal a picture of Solange on the one underneath.

"What the hell?" I yelled to them. I flipped it over and read the blurb. "Ohmygod. It mentions you, me and Nicholas, full names." Logan picked another one up, but one with a picture of him on it, but with some random black haired chick. There was another one in the corner of the box, but with Quinn, another one of Sol's seven brothers, on the cover, but with a blonde haired chick on, instead of the black hair.

"I am so confused," I admitted.

"Maybe we should go and get Mom and Dad," Solange suggested, her eyes never moving from the blurb that she was reading from the back of- I looked at the front cover- Out For Blood.

"You think so?' Logan muttered, before speeding off to go and find Liam and Helena, Solange's badass parents.

You may have already guessed, you may have not; Solange's parents are vampires, and so are her brothers. She is going to be one soon, in about a year, because of the bloodchange. I, however, am not a vamp, or, a going-to-be vamp. I'm just plain old Lucky Hamilton the human (unfortunate name, I know), my parents are like hippies, basically. They go to weird gatherings and force me to go with them and 'cleanse my soul from any anger'. I'll admit, I do have a lot of anger in my system, but that was only because of Nicholas Drake, Solange's most annoying brother- who, by the way, was walking through the door right at that moment.

"Lucky," he muttered, stalking into the room as he threw his keys on the door table. He stood still next to it. Nicholas was the only one who was allowed to call me that, other than my parents. Well- not really allowed, just . . . we had a complicated relationship. He said it to annoy me basically, and I called him Nicky in return. Just like now.

"Nicky," I seethed, completely forgetting about the books. We just glared at each other, until Logan rushed in with Helena and Liam.

"Here, he said, pointing to the box. "Here are the books about us."

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This chapter was written by Ellie Patridge

The Drake chronicles is owened by Alyxandra Harvey.