Relations between two

Chapter 1

(This is a Fanfiction. Before you read please notice that I am not originally from America so my grammar is not perfect. Thanks anyways, Spiralfears.)

Rain POV

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of Bren's Honda. My hair is blowing widely around my face. All of the windows are open to her car.

We let the scents in and let them fill our heads with imaginative scenery. We are driving back to New Orleans from Alabama.

Bren and I were planning to do something huge for my birthday. Something dangerous. We had planned to sleepover in an abandoned Mental asylum in Alabama, but when we arrived we found police and news reporters at the front gates, so we bailed.

My birthday is today and it has not ended up being the best so far. I'm turning 17, finally
. Bren is 18 and luckily enough knows how to drive and fool our parents enough to tell them we were sleeping over at Ginger's house.

She is a distant friend of ours. We can't go home now.. We already told them we were going out.

Me, being the amazing thinker I was, not really, thought of a brilliant plan. Bren and I were going to sleepover on the vampire section of the French Quarter tonight.

This area is where some apparent vampires live. I don't believe in all of that but I want to see this in front of my eyes.

We have a good 45 minutes till we arrive, Bren and I have been discussing the plans of sneaking in a "vampire" filled room and sleeping there.

We decided to sleep In the small basement where we had a very unlikely percentage of them seeing us.

This isn't the best birthday gift but it will be awesome. I hope we don't get caught, if we do my whole reputation is gone, I will probably get killed too.

----50 minutes later----

We pulled into a parking lot not to far from the vampire quarter. We didn't want to leave our car there invade they suspected something. So it looks like we are going to a clothing store.

I opened the door to take in the grey clouds and weak rain. It felt good on my skin. I looked over at Bren who was shutting her door.

Her long black hair swung over her shoulders and her blue eyes darted around looking for these so called vampires.

I laughed a little watching her eyes dart around suspiciously. She put her index finger to her mouth telling me to stay quiet. I shut up immediately and followed her into the gates of the French Quarter.

We haven't seen anybody yet so we snuck over to the basement door creaking it open. We climbed inside and shut the door behind us.

It smelled of rust down here, like blood. A small light flowed from a small vent to the left of the crowded area.

It was only 4:30 and we had to survive the whole night, here. I huffed a little and dragged my fingers through my brown hair.

"Bren?" I asked as I threw my brown blanket out onto the concrete ground. I pulled out my small pillow from my bag and tossed it on the blanket.

"Hmm?" She turned towards me. "What if someone sees us here?" I asked her getting the wrinkles out of my blanket.

"They won't, Rain." She told me. My name rolled out of her mouth. My parents named me Rain after my Great Grandmother.

"But what if they do find us?"

"Rain, they won't relax, so much stress in this room." She mumbled.

I huffed and sat down on the blanket and pulled out my phone to text me mom saying everything was fine. I clicked send and sat my phone down.

"I'm hungry, did you bring anything to eat?" I asked Bren. She nodded and handed me a sandwich which I stuffed in my face.

----- 4 hours later -----

Bren fell asleep an hour ago after we played would you rather. I was laying down on my blanket, my head stuffed into my pillow.

I woke up Bren when she started mumbling in her sleep. "Bren, you were talking in your sleep." I told her she nodded and brought her body up. She reached into her bag and then she jumped.

"What?" I asked her. "I just stabbed myself with my pen." She said holding up her thumb which had a little bit of blood on the tip.

Bren just wiped it on her blanket and turned towards the door. "Did you hear that?" She asked me. I shook my head in a no as I looked at the door.

The doorknob turned and me and Bren looked at each other. We jumped up and ran behind a few boxes. Bren slipped on her way up and laid on the ground struggling as the door opened.

I couldn't let her take the blame so I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the boxes, but as soon as I did I came in contact with dark eyes.

"Would you mind to tell me why you are in the basement, love?" I heard a British accent say.

I held onto Bren as we shook. The boy came up to us and grabbed my arm. "I asked you a question." He said.

When I saw his face he had sharp jawlines and a pale face. His hair was dirty blonde and he had a smirk on his face. He wore black attire and black shoes.

"I'm going to need both of you to follow me, or we are going to do it the hard way, understand?" The man said as he grabbed our forearms and heaved us out the door.

When we got out lots of people turned their attention to us. "Look what I found laying in the basement." The man said in his deep British accent.

I quivered at his voice, but at the same time I was paralyzed. The others looked at me like I was a juicy hamburger. "Can we eat her?" I hear a loud voice from the back of the crowd.

I decided I could at least attempt to get away. I started swinging my body around until I banged into the dirty blonde haired British dude.

"Help!" I yelled. Bren started yelling to as we kicked our feet and flung out arms around like utter maniacs.

The British man looked at me and heaved me up by my waist and flung me over his shoulder. I started kicking and screaming loudly.

"Elijah!" The man yelled loudly. "Come get this one."

A brown haired older boy came and got Bren and did the same with her.

Once we got inside he threw us on a big King sized bed and took my head in his palm. His hands were cold and they were tough.

The man stared into my eyes as I watched Elijah leave and Bren jump up running for the exit.

Before my eyes I watched Elijah run so fast it blurred my eyes, I must had been hallucinating because Elijah threw her back on the bed.

The dirty blonde haired British man looked into my eyes and told me to stay still and I couldn't move. Maybe he injected me with something because as bad as I wanted to move I couldn't.

I watched him do the same thing with Bren.

"Let me introduce myself." The man said.

"My name is Klaus."