[ON HOLD] Secret Emotions || Benny Weir

The Babysitter.. (P. 1 Ch. 1)

Today the sunlight conjured the most brilliant of mosaics, reflecting from each leaf and wisp of cloud. It seemed as if the lights were feeling like pure joy as if it were happy to create art where it shone, warm and steady. It resembled the smiles of closest friends, the fresh rain after summer sun, something to quench and soothe all at once. That's how the first day of school coincided. That's when you know the ordinary school life will commence anew within only a few hours.

A gust of frequent winds blew through the window, it caught onto the curtains that were waiting silently in the breeze. The motion of the coolness of the textures twirled the shades into erratic sculptures of tangled sheets. They loop in turn brushing firmly against the breath of life, pushing into and away from the wind consecutively as everything unlatched in unison to the fused connections of wind, shallow breezes and the wilted frozen curtains that settled upon the calmed down sways of a single gust of wind.

Somewhere in this adolescent-like room, situated in Whitechapel, a teenager laid on their rather undersized beddings. Their hands swathed beneath their cushions, h/c dishevelled hair spread all over the soft fabrics that remained beneath their heads for support.

In their dreams, they heard the sound of separate conversations joining together in a mush pot of statements accompanied by laughter. The dark image flashed before their eyes, slowly but surely being visual due to molecules of nothingness that determined to fill in the dark space.

With a blurry vision, the teenager took a step back, instantly feeling soft, squishy material emerging over their back. "(are) You okay?" A deafened voice blurted out as the teenager felt something grabbing them by their wrist; making sure they didn't fall. That's when the person realized who they were... Y/n Reeve (aka you). The blurred vision re-capped sharp sight anew, noticing her friend's familiar features; Benny Wheir. He held onto your wrist, waiting for you to reply.

"I-I'm good," you stated softly therefore analyzing the place you two were standing at. That's when you realized there were more familiar people. Ethan and Rory were there, too. You were all surrounded by diverse people with grins on their faces. In the middle of this chaos stood a male with white-like skin, black hair and a black suit. They had their arm wrapped around a tan-skinned stranger's shoulder. "Fledglings drink first," Mister snow-white proposed whilst staring at her with a devious simper.

The stranger's expression showed nothing but horror as you two make eye contact. For some reason your heartbeat increased promptly, your pupils dilated and your hands moulded fists. Your head shifted to the side, remarking a blonde-haired girl with red glasses. Erica was it, right? You thought to yourself.

That's when you noticed Rory being pushed to the front. A frown emerged on your features as you looked over your shoulder, multiple men standing there with crossed arms over their chests. You squinted your eyes, observing something sharp, ivory-coloured sticking out beneath their lips. "This-" your eyes increased as your head snapped back to the strangers that remained in front of Rory.

"(Can) you hear his heart pumping?" The male alongside the frightened stranger stated. "It's the beat of a whole new world waiting for you," His gaze shifted away from the stranger, making its way towards you. "One where you'll never die, never grow old," A pause lasted as the stranger's expression shifted into temptation. "One bite and it's all yours," A sulked appearance developed onto your profile as actualization sank in your brain.

The female stranger took a step closer to the confused, blonde-haired boy as she licked her lips. 'This can't be good--' is all you could think of. There was no way you could stand a chance against these mythic creatures. However, you knew that if you didn't fight, you'd die either way.

Your heartbeat increased as seconds passed by, hesitation taking over a huge part of your body. The statement: 'what to do' repetitively echoed through your head as the tense feeling built itself up towards your throat, making it harder to breathe. The stranger opened her mouth, her razor-sharp teeth clearly visible.