Chapter 1
~ Zayden ~
Alright, let's get the whole "what I look like" and "who I am" story over with. I'm 17 and a Junior in high school. I have gray eyes and tan skin, and long black hair that reaches my eyes. I'm 5' 11'' and I'm also a Ghost.
Yeah, you heard me. I'm a Ghost. You know those things that haunt you and represent the spirits of your dead friend. Yep, that is exactly who I am. And as much as it will be cool and all that crap, I'm not dead or did I ever die.
I'm rare. I was born this way and to tell you the honest truth I don't know how or why it came out to be this way. Just deal with it.
Damn, you people are demanding.
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I looked out the window as I saw another school fade away, again. This is going to be my fourth high school I was kicked out of. Why? Because I'm a bad boy. And I like to make a bold statements. Like, pulling a prank on a teacher that I absolutely hate. Well, that's all teachers.
My parents that adopted me looked stressed. Oh, my parents are Vampires. Vampires are not very rare and are the best of friends with us Ghosts. They adopted me when I was a year-old. Here's something to remember and ask yourself. Why did the famous Vampires of Fantasy adopt a kid that's own kind is endangered?
I sighed and said the one thing that would make them show their fangs. "It was an urge."
I smirked when I saw them gulp. They are trying to hold back hunger of drinking live human blood. See in the Vampire culture they are vegetarians. That means they only drink animal blood. Whatever the hell that means. I'm not a Vamp.
Shannon, my mom, decided to move out of the state of Maine. Foggy, old, Maine. To a different state, with different high schools and different people. She hadn't told her own husband or me where we are going. She's driving and "in charge."
She cleared her throat and spoke with a silky voice. "Zayden, you know not to talk about that certain thing with us."
"Sorry I couldn't resist." I said again in my very own husky voice.
Shannons' grip on the steering wheel tightened. This was funny. I haven't teased them like this for months. Oh why did I stop? I noticed the fangs peaking out underneath her lips and I stopped. Just because I'm a Ghost doesn't mean I don't have flowing blood in my body. There's blood, like humans, just a different type.
My parents are known for drinking other creatures blood. Their famous for it. No one crosses their path any more without getting scared. They had drunken Fairy, Warlock, Ghost, and, of course, Werewolf blood.
"Fine, I'll stop." I said as I watched her fangs slide back into her mouth. That was a close one. But, funny.
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We drove for three days to end up in the state of California. Now we all know that I'm not dumb, but don't Vampires hate the sunlight. They do hate it. That's why we choose Maine. Now we are in The Golden State. I really do wonder why she choose this state out of any of the other ones.
Shannon started to slow the car down when we passed a sign a sigh that said Fantasy Hill. She stopped in front of a gate that guarded the neighborhood all around the perimeter guarded houses like they are for the rich. What the hell?
"Name please." The guard asked my mother.
She showed her fangs and answered "Shannon O'hara." She spoke honestly and... Oh, jeez. She drove past the guard and down the street. Fantasy Hill was a neighborhood for non-humans. People like us. On the outside it looks like a normal neighborhood with normal people. But on the inside, it looks like chaos. Fairies fly with their own will and use their powers on anything and then you have the werewolves tearing up everything. This is what a Fantasy neighborhood is like, which reminds me.
Where am I going to school?
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I'm going to a Fantasy school. You would think I would be happy to hang out/be around people my own kind. Your wrong. I hate it, because you can't fade away and it's harder to pull pranks on them. Humans were so much easier to tease and prank then creatures of Fantasy. Damn, parents.
I stepped out of Shannon's car and headed for the schools office. I said my name to the secretary and waited for the schedule. She was a Cyclops and an old one to. Her graying hair stood out against her slimy, orange skin. Sometimes I wonder how they can be by humans, there is no magic crap. Those books that you read and movies that you watch all have magic to cover them, creatures. Well, in real life there is no magic.
I got my schedule and left the Cyclops in the blank office. In a Fantasy school, who you are determines what classes you are in. But, if you are a ghost and your own kind is rare, then you have half of your schedule like humans. Then the other half is just to help control who you are and to help you build your strength and abilities. Once again being a ghost has an advantage. I can teach myself, like I haven't already. 'Cause they have no Ghost teacher, fine by me.
All of a sudden something furry and black ran into me, making me fall on my ass. What the hell? I stood up groaning to find myself face to face with a panther. Great, a Shape-Shifter. Man, I hate those. They usually are the popular type. This one was different, because this is the first time I ever saw red eyes on one.
I waved cheekily at the panther and it rolled it's beating eyes at me. Oh, a sassy one. The black animal dismissed me as it started running down the hallway to the front doors. A non-popular Shape-Shifter? Well, that is certainly different.
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Well, classes were complete shit. The only ones that I took interest in was gym and weaponry. Weaponry in our minds and kind involves real medieval weapons and we can hurt our instructors or classmates. Once again fine by me. I realized half-way through the school day that Shannon didn't tell the school who I was. She just made them put me in these dumb classes. So now I have teachers riding up my ass about wanting to know who I really am. Yeah, no. This is my chance to tease and prank them, without them knowing what my powers are. And that is fine by me.
At the end of the day I was waiting in the parking lot for Shannon to pick me up. Across the lot a girl caught my eye, she had pale skin and long bleach-blonde hair. But the thing that caught my attention the most was her red eyes. And they were looking right at me. I looked away and smirked.
Found the Shape-Shifter.
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Hey this is a new story. It is a joint story between TheIslandOfSicily and myself. I write the guy chapters and she does the girl ones. Well please Comment, Vote, and Fan.
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