I honestly don't know which one I would rather. Sticking my hand into a container of spiders or going to a party when everyone, everything in that room, wants to kill me.
I sat on the stool as the servant brushed my hair and tied it back into an elegant knot, leaving several curls to frame my face. I wasn't one for make-up, but in this case as I looked into the mirror I had no argument against it. I would hide behind anything tonight.
Suddenly Angeline was standing a meter off to the side, holding up a beautiful long dress. It was floor length, golden and strapless, with crystals and diamonds around the top and rim. I stared at it wordlessly and then something hit me hard.
"I'm never going to go to prom!" Angeline's expression fell for a moment but then lightened considerably.
"But look on the bright side! Here you get to go to as many balls and lavish parties as you like!" She swept away and sat at the mirror on the wall to the side of mine, beckoning at a servant to start her makeup and hair. I stared for a moment and looked away, back to my face in the mirror. As if she needed any help.
Prom, high school dance. Where guys are too scared to dance with girls and the girls travel around in packs, wearing as much ridiculous clothing as possible as a result of years of a school uniform, preying on the guys. Somehow I was upset that I wouldn't be going. But why was I upset? No homework, no school, no more mum and dad picking at my faults. A pickle of doubt began to worm its way into my mind. The prickle of "what if". What IF I just stayed here? Parties, gowns, a beautiful room. Maybe I could decorate it with some Star Wars posters and call it even?
I looked over at Angeline and then felt my cheek. Powdery with the blush but I could remember the sting of the slap and the fear of the poison that if I rotated my arm slightly I could see discolored my skin. Pros and Cons much? There was also Owen, stuck in the cells and that strange vampire with the bronze hair, same toned skin and piercing blue eyes. Who stole the antidote and gave me one which now sat in the bottom of my wardrobe.
The servant made a small noise and softly grabbed hold of my wrist, stopping me from ruining her master piece. I looked at the for a moment, then continued looking in the mirror.
"How long have you been here?" I kept my voice down even though I knew that Angeline could certainly, and WOULD certainly be listening in.
The servant continued perfecting my hair and answered very robotically, as if she was used to giving short answers. "Thirty years."
Well I'll be damned, the girl looked about thirteen.
I stared at her openly and at her fair skin, clear of any wrinkles and her hands which remained smooth.
"Thirty years." I repeated to myself and she nodded. As if she needed to clarify herself.
"I asked to be changed."
I looked down at my hands, which were already harboring several wrinkles and scars. I fingered one scar which severed the nerves in the tip of my left pointer finger and stopped me from playing guitar when I was eleven. I got that from a pair of scissors when my hand slipped as I was trying to repair a bag. If I stayed then what would happen to me? Would I be turned into one of them? Would that scar disappear?
I looked down at my hands and nearly shook my head physically but I just stopped myself. I didn't know where this stubboness was coming from and I wasn't sure if it was the right choice, but there was no WAY I was going to become one of them. No way in hell.
(A/N) Greetings! Sorry for the shirt chapter but I will probably have a second one very soon after this one. See, I don't have many people following me, but some of them were being very.... Verbal, on what they think of my other stories. I just needed to sort some stuff out and yes, maybe point out the fact that I'm the one writing the stories and it isn't their problem.
But yeah, problems sorted. And suck it, I'm still going to upload the others too. :D
By the way, this chapter is sort of meant to be like Hayden's last chance. Its kinda this choice that determines the rest of the series in a way.
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Night After Day
Lobisomem(This is a very old book. It was the first one I ever really attempted to finish and it took me years and there was a lot of stuff happening behind the scenes. Many people helped me write it at the time and I respect all of you even tho we were all...
