Sorry for switching the POV's from 3rd person to 1st person I will just try to keep it in 1st as much as i can from now on. :)
Recap;-
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A lone howl splits the night air, causing me to sit up in bed. I can hear beats like a drum in the distance. Boom.... Boom.... Boom.... Creating a tribal like rhythm. I hear singing. Not words, just..... Sound. I get up and walk to the door. The night becomes blurry and I suddenly find my self in the forest, surrounded by animals and people in masks dancing. With fire and others. I feel something watching me. Turning I meet a pair of ice blue eyes, in a body as dark as coal. It's the canine from earlier that day. The music suddenly becomes a faint chant, faded music in the background. I keep watching those eyes and those eyes keep watching me. The forest begins to spin around the wolf and I.
Everything goes dark.
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Chapter 4
Angelica's POV
I woke up with a start to the grey light from outside filtering through my window and shinning my face. Groaning, i rolled over and froze. Snippits of last nights dream going through my head. it's been the same dream every night since my parents and brother died, the only difference now is i realise the wolf looks almost exactly like the canine-wolf thing from yesterday. Wait, how is that even possible? I think to myself. I'ts not. Is it? maybe it's some kind of premonition? rolling my eyes and laughing at myself at that obsurd idea, i roll over and pick up my phone. Checking the time, it read 7:47. Just as i put it back my stomach growled. Deciding to get up and go hunt for some food to eat for breakfast, i hop out of bed and move to the door. Walking down the corridor, i look for for the bathroom first and find it behind the door that is a little on the opposite side to mine. I walk to my room to grab a pair of jeans and a shirt and head back to the bathroom to get dressed. Walking out into the kitchen-living room area, I start my search through the cupboards and draws for something to eat. Coming up with nothing except dust, a few dead moths and a tin of tomato soup, I head over to the fridge instead.
Opening the fridge door, I'm not surprised to find nothing but an expired carton of milk and the same empty space as the cupboards. My stomach growling, I remember seeing a small market place that looked like it was still used, when we arrived here yesterday. It wasn't that far from here, maybe a fifteen-twenty minute walk at the most. Liking the idea of a walk to clear my head, I head back to my room to grab a jumper and my wallet. Sighing, I guess I would have to start using the life support money that my parents left to me in their will. And would have left to my brother if he hadn't died along with them. Shaking my head to get away from that depressing thought, I put on my cons and took my phone off charge. Deciding to leave a quick note for aunt Angela just in case, I head back out to the kitchen and place it on the counter. Finally ready, I head back into the corridor and to the front door. Careful not to make to much noise, I shut the door behind me and start walking in the direction Stell and I arrived from yesterday.
After about ten minutes of walking down the barren street, I noticed that though most of the houses seem rundown and deserted, there is the occasional twitch of a curtain in the window. Jeez, it really is almost like a ghost town. About five minutes later however, I arrived at the shops car park and that all changed.
Standing outside near the shops entrance were a group of teens that looked around my age. They were being loud and obnoxious and pretty much creating a large raucous. There are three girls, all petite with black hair and tight black dresses. And four boys, three of which had brown hair. The boys were all massively tall and were wearing leather jackets and jeans. They pretty much looked like your stero-typical bad boys and acted like it too judging by the way one was making out with one of the girls and the other were standing in a relaxed, 'don't mess with me unless you want to become a mess' kind of way.
As I got closer I saw that the guy from the couple making out had green eyes and looked freakishly similar to one of the other guys, standing with his arms wrapped around one of the girls, from behind. glancing back to the couple making out there was a sudden flash of white that looked eerily like fangs. Man I am losing my mind. Either that or they're some sort of vampire wannabes. shivering in revulsion at the latter thought, i hurried my steps until i neared the entrance and realised that the third guy with brown hair and eyes that was speaking to the tallest of the group had nodded in my direction.
And as the tall guy turned around my steps came to a halt and my eyes roamed his body, taking in the full height of his beauty. Starting at his feet, which were covered in a black pair of hightop cons, and travelling in a vertical line up to his long, well-muscled legs covered in a pair of tight black skinny jeans, which hugged the long lean muscles and made all the more sexier. My eyes- which now seemed to have a mind of their own- kept trailing further up to where his black leather jacket hung open slightly, to reveal a plain black t-shirt that hugged what could only be described as a very lickable eight pack.
After a a few lingering seconds of admiring his abs, my eyes travelled up to his face which was wrapped from the lower half down with a black bandanna. Hiding what i imagined would probably be the most lush and kissable lips a girl could dream about. His skin wasn't tan but neither was it pale and his eyes, which held a light of amusement in them, gave the idea that he was probably smirking beneath his black bandanna. But the most shocking of all was not his short raven black hair, or the fact that the light of amusement in his eyes changed to what could only be described as a deep hungry fire when our eyes met. No, what was shocking was that the colour of his eyes was an irridescent ice-blue with lavender streaks that could only be seen when his head moved to a certain angle. I could have sworn i've seen those eyes before.
The trance that we both seemed to be in when our eyes met was broken when by the sound of the brown eyed boys voice trying to regain his friends attention.
"Lucien. Luce dude, snap out of it!"
"what Andreas?" Lucien i think it was, snapped back in a voice that sounded like liquid gold, after finally braking eye contact.
"Abigail was talking to you."
I looked over to see the girl with brown eyes and the only one standing without a guy looking slightly irritated at Luciens' side.
Glancing around at the rest of the group who had come in closer to see ther commotion, i noticed the other two girls staring at me intently with a striking pair of dark blue and green eyes that almost seemed to glow. Suddenly feeling awkward under their scrutinizing stares, I remember that i came here to shop not drool over incredibly sexy guy. Rolling my eyes at myself and that last thought, i make my way over to the doors and disappear inside the market.
