The S.U.V. Chronicles: The Awakening

Chapter 1 And So It Begins

"Are you sure this is a good idea?", one of them said in a language that wasn't quite German.

"Of course I do.", another answered in the same language, sounding quite smug.

They were four teenagers. Each was in a black hood. Three male. One female.

The crunchy pitter patter of their feet moving through the gravestone filled grass filled the starless black ebony night sky. The moon was the only source of light, shining a milky white. It shined on all the gravestones, making them have an eerie bluish glow.

The pitter patter stopped. They now stood, all in a row, in front of a grave site with a giant cross marking it. They all looked down. Their hoods hid their faces with only their mouths showing. The middle one had a morbid devilish grin complete with what looked like, for a second, two sharp white fangs. He neiled down in front of the grave, unsheathed a small curved dagger from his cloak, held out his hand, sliced the dagger across his palm as he grimaced slightly, and squeezed his hand shut in a tight fist as three shining red drops of blood fell on the dark dirt ground. He got up and rejoined the others.

"Alright", He said seriously, his grin fading, "Now we all have to say it together."

The four of them joined hands.

"Awake, awake", they chanted together simultaneously,"Awake my lord and take vengeance on the past.."

They chanted and chanted this repeatedly, growing more hastily with each line. Thunder roared from above. They didn't stop. Lightning flashed. They didn't stop. The ground began to tremble. They didn't stop. A lightning bolt crashed right behind them, kicking up dirt and debris. They didn't stop. The wind blew furiously like a hurricane trying to knock them down like bowling pins. They didn't stop. One gigantic jet of lighting struck the gravestone with tremendous force, leaving behind a crack so big that the gravestone itself was almost split in half. The three drops of blood drained into the ground like it had just slurped them down with a straw. Now they stopped. The middle one grinned devilishly again, "It's time."

Alan Vanil shot up like a rocket, his super light almost blue green eyes were wide shot and his thin dark brown eyebrows jumping off them and making wrinkles in his sweating forehead. He had the kind of face that was not attractive to all but would still cause them look at him two or three times. There was something about him. He almost seemed to glow. He had a certain way or look that was just unexplainably attractive even though he wasnt to all. He was breathing like he was running from a villain in a horror movie, causing his smooth jaw to move only so slightly just so he could catch his breath. He grabbed the rectangular clock on his nightstand and looked at the time in bright red LEDs, as his breathing slowed. 9:17 it read.

He groaned frustratedly as he put the clock on the nightstand and rubbed his eyes. He looked up again as he sighed at the thought of being extremely late.

"Hell. I didn't want to go to school anyway", he finally decided. His voice sounded introverted and awkward at times but yet it still had a suave attractiveness. It was not high pitched but it was not very deep.

He got up and walked his blue plaid pajama pants wearing shirtless body to the bathroom down the hallway from his room, closed the door, and turned the on the shower head. He stared in the mirror for a moment, sighing, as his angelic green eyes stared back at him.

After another sigh, he yanked his pants down, entered the shower, and drew the curtain closed. After about ten minutes, he slinked out of the bathroom with his plaid pants on again. He walked halfway down back the hallway and walked through the archway to the left leading him almost directly into the kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee and sat down with his mug at the round table five feet away from the hideously shit colored couch facing the television, which was no more than three feet away from the kitchen island. He opened his laptop, which was sitting on the table in front of him. He sighed again and rubbed his eyes. Then, he focused on the lit up laptop screen.