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I'm Nikki. 14 years old. I blow out the candles on February 26. I love music, writing, and my friends. I'm completely obsessed with Jeff Hardy/ Team Xtreme. I love Bullet for my valentine, Shinedown, Seether and Sum 41. I LOVE Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory, Chris "Drama" Pfaff, and Ridiculousness. I love to talk, and I love to write. I post my stories here on witty and I live off feedback! So tell me what you think.
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I'm Nikki. 14 years old. I blow out the candles on February 26. I love music, writing, and my friends. I'm completely obsessed with Jeff Hardy/ Team Xtreme. I love Bullet for my valentine, Shinedown, Seether and Sum 41. I LOVE Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory, Chris "Drama" Pfaff, and Ridiculousness. I love to talk, and I love to write. I post my stories here on witty and I live off feedback! So tell me what you think.
Peace out and remember, you're beautful! ♥
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Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 11
“A war?”
“Yes. My parents were friends with some vampires. My parents were humans, and these other vampires thought that Vampires should not befriend humans. So they started a war. They came after us in the middle of the night. I heard the noises of the fight coming from the living room, so I got up to go investigate. They were torturing my parents. I yelled at them to stop, and then they came after me. I fought. This guy was about to kill me, but I ducked. His claws hit my face. My parents were almost dead, and I was about to die when their friends showed up with reinforcements. They fought all the evil vampires away. Then they saved my mom and dad by biting them, and turning them.” I was silent for a minute.
“So, what happened after that?”
“My parents, being newborn vampires went crazy. They smelled my blood and tried to attack me. Maksim and Ilona fought them off long enough to escape with me. That’s when they told me that my parents wouldn’t stop until they found me. That they wouldn’t stop until I was dead. That’s when I realized, I wasn’t too much of a help as long as I was human. I would only get them killed if I stayed a human, so I made the choice to undergo the transformation. Now here I am. Telling you about this.”
“Can you get in trouble for telling me?”
“No. But you can. If one of the rogues finds out we’re communicating, it’ll be dangerous. They’ll come after you.”
“What made you finally decide to tell me?”
“Kirsten.”
“What about her?”
“She had a vision. She keeps having them until whatever is going to happen, happens. That only occurs when the person in the vision is reluctant to do something. The vision wouldn’t stop until I made my decision to talk to you.”
“What can you do?”
“I’m a tracker. I can find where people are by following their scents or their emotions if they’re strong enough.”
“That’s cool. Is that how you found me?”
“Yes. Kirsten had a vision that you were in trouble, but she didn’t know where, so I used your emotions and scent.”
“Both?”
“Yeah. It’s easier to find people that way. If I use both. But like I said, I can only use the emotions if they are strong enough.”
“Oh.” And so it went. I asked questions and he answered them. Not once did he ask me one. But whatever. I’m sure he would soon enough.
Chapter 11
“A war?”
“Yes. My parents were friends with some vampires. My parents were humans, and these other vampires thought that Vampires should not befriend humans. So they started a war. They came after us in the middle of the night. I heard the noises of the fight coming from the living room, so I got up to go investigate. They were torturing my parents. I yelled at them to stop, and then they came after me. I fought. This guy was about to kill me, but I ducked. His claws hit my face. My parents were almost dead, and I was about to die when their friends showed up with reinforcements. They fought all the evil vampires away. Then they saved my mom and dad by biting them, and turning them.” I was silent for a minute.
“So, what happened after that?”
“My parents, being newborn vampires went crazy. They smelled my blood and tried to attack me. Maksim and Ilona fought them off long enough to escape with me. That’s when they told me that my parents wouldn’t stop until they found me. That they wouldn’t stop until I was dead. That’s when I realized, I wasn’t too much of a help as long as I was human. I would only get them killed if I stayed a human, so I made the choice to undergo the transformation. Now here I am. Telling you about this.”
“Can you get in trouble for telling me?”
“No. But you can. If one of the rogues finds out we’re communicating, it’ll be dangerous. They’ll come after you.”
“What made you finally decide to tell me?”
“Kirsten.”
“What about her?”
“She had a vision. She keeps having them until whatever is going to happen, happens. That only occurs when the person in the vision is reluctant to do something. The vision wouldn’t stop until I made my decision to talk to you.”
“What can you do?”
“I’m a tracker. I can find where people are by following their scents or their emotions if they’re strong enough.”
“That’s cool. Is that how you found me?”
“Yes. Kirsten had a vision that you were in trouble, but she didn’t know where, so I used your emotions and scent.”
“Both?”
“Yeah. It’s easier to find people that way. If I use both. But like I said, I can only use the emotions if they are strong enough.”
“Oh.” And so it went. I asked questions and he answered them. Not once did he ask me one. But whatever. I’m sure he would soon enough.
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 10
“Dasha, listen to me. I’m not what you think. I’m a vampire yes. But, I’m a good vampire. I don’t kill humans. I drink from animals. Only the bad vampires kill humans. I mean, you can still drink human blood and not be evil, but it’s harder to resist the temptations to kill a human.”
“So, the guy from the other night...”
“Was an evil vampire. Vladimir.”
“Where is he now?”
“He’s dead. But there are others. They live among us, but they normally don’t come out during the day.”
“How come you can? Wouldn’t the sun fry you like a piece of bacon?”
“No.”
“Do you sparkle?”
“You’ve been reading too much. Just because Stephanie Meyer says vampires sparkle doesn’t mean they do.”
“Then how can you go out in the sun?”
“I don’t know, but I can. It just causes a headache.”
“Oh. So, are you frozen in time?”
“No. I still age. It’s just we still look like we’re 25 when we’re actually like 300.”
“Oh. How old are you?”
“18. I was changed recently.” We were silent for a few minutes.
“How did you get your scar?” Zachariah tensed. It seemed like that was the one question he was wishing I wouldn’t ask. But it was too late to take it back.
“A war.”
Chapter 10
“Dasha, listen to me. I’m not what you think. I’m a vampire yes. But, I’m a good vampire. I don’t kill humans. I drink from animals. Only the bad vampires kill humans. I mean, you can still drink human blood and not be evil, but it’s harder to resist the temptations to kill a human.”
“So, the guy from the other night...”
“Was an evil vampire. Vladimir.”
“Where is he now?”
“He’s dead. But there are others. They live among us, but they normally don’t come out during the day.”
“How come you can? Wouldn’t the sun fry you like a piece of bacon?”
“No.”
“Do you sparkle?”
“You’ve been reading too much. Just because Stephanie Meyer says vampires sparkle doesn’t mean they do.”
“Then how can you go out in the sun?”
“I don’t know, but I can. It just causes a headache.”
“Oh. So, are you frozen in time?”
“No. I still age. It’s just we still look like we’re 25 when we’re actually like 300.”
“Oh. How old are you?”
“18. I was changed recently.” We were silent for a few minutes.
“How did you get your scar?” Zachariah tensed. It seemed like that was the one question he was wishing I wouldn’t ask. But it was too late to take it back.
“A war.”
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 9
Dasha’s Point of View
School finally ended and it was time for Soccer. Today we were being assigned first string or second string, and getting to pick our numbers.
“Hey.” I heard his voice before I saw him. I turned to see him push off the wall he was leaning against. I kept going and he fell into step beside me, shortening his long stride to match mine. “Can you at least look at me?” I ignored him and kept walking. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me to a stop. His hands were cold, but not as cold as that one guys had been. “I’m trying to apologize. The least you can do is look at me!”
“Fine. But make it fast. I have soccer in 3 minutes.” He dropped his head.
“That’s not enough time to tell you everything. Can you meet me after practice?”
“There’s a young man downstairs looking for you.”
“Okay? Tell him I’ll be down in a minute.” I finished my hair and then put on a pair of jeans, a red tank top with a white half shirt and a pair of flip flops. I walked downstairs to find Zachariah standing next to the front door. I stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you I was going to explain. You made it sound like you would smell, so I decided to let you get cleaned up first. Now, care to join me?”
“Sure. Mom? I’m goin out. I’ll be back later!” We went out the door and I closed it behind us. He got into his shiny black Jeep, and I got into the passenger seat.
“So, what’s this about?”
“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise me not to freak out. Okay?”
“Okay.” He gave me a look so I said, “I promise. Just tell me.”
“I’m a vampire.” I’m pretty sure I just stopped breathing.
Chapter 9
Dasha’s Point of View
School finally ended and it was time for Soccer. Today we were being assigned first string or second string, and getting to pick our numbers.
“Hey.” I heard his voice before I saw him. I turned to see him push off the wall he was leaning against. I kept going and he fell into step beside me, shortening his long stride to match mine. “Can you at least look at me?” I ignored him and kept walking. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me to a stop. His hands were cold, but not as cold as that one guys had been. “I’m trying to apologize. The least you can do is look at me!”
“Fine. But make it fast. I have soccer in 3 minutes.” He dropped his head.
“That’s not enough time to tell you everything. Can you meet me after practice?”
“Sure. But don’t get mad at me if I
smell repulsive.” He sort of grinned and then turned and
strode away. I was finally getting what I wanted, and I was
afraid to hear what I was sure I would.
Practice
was over. There was no sign of Zachariah anywhere. Figures. I
grabbed my bag, and started off towards home. I got home, and went
straight to the bathroom. I took a shower, and was straightening my
hair when my mom knocked on the bathroom
door.“There’s a young man downstairs looking for you.”
“Okay? Tell him I’ll be down in a minute.” I finished my hair and then put on a pair of jeans, a red tank top with a white half shirt and a pair of flip flops. I walked downstairs to find Zachariah standing next to the front door. I stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you I was going to explain. You made it sound like you would smell, so I decided to let you get cleaned up first. Now, care to join me?”
“Sure. Mom? I’m goin out. I’ll be back later!” We went out the door and I closed it behind us. He got into his shiny black Jeep, and I got into the passenger seat.
“So, what’s this about?”
“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise me not to freak out. Okay?”
“Okay.” He gave me a look so I said, “I promise. Just tell me.”
“I’m a vampire.” I’m pretty sure I just stopped breathing.
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 8
“How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Save me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s a lie. And you know it. How did you know where I was?”
“Can’t you just thank me and get over it?”
“Thank you. Now, how did you do it?”
“I just did alright!?! Why does it matter how I did it, as long as I did it. If I hadn’t showed up, you’d be dead right now.”
“Zachariah, I’m not going to tell anyone. I just need to know how you did it.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” I sighed and stood up, then walked away.
Zachariah’s Point of View
For some reason, I felt very close to this girl, and I hated lying to her. She walked away, and immediately Kirsten was sitting where Dasha had been.
“You need to tell her. It’s going to happen. Why ignore the inevitable? Just do it. Only good things can come of it.”
“Why do you keep pestering me about this? I don’t want to tell her.”
“But you have to.”
“I’ll tell her when the time is right.”
“The time can’t be any better than right now.”
“I’ll tell her when I’m ready.”
“You’ll never be ready.”
“You know, you’re awfully short to be so hugely annoying. Can’t you go bother someone else!”
“Excuse me for being fed up with seeing the same stupid vision of you two over and over again! And to be honest, it’s something I would rather have not seen.”
“What did you see?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. Just tell her. Now.” I sighed.
“Fine. But after school.”
“Okay. Just as long as you do it.”
Chapter 8
“How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Save me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s a lie. And you know it. How did you know where I was?”
“Can’t you just thank me and get over it?”
“Thank you. Now, how did you do it?”
“I just did alright!?! Why does it matter how I did it, as long as I did it. If I hadn’t showed up, you’d be dead right now.”
“Zachariah, I’m not going to tell anyone. I just need to know how you did it.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” I sighed and stood up, then walked away.
Zachariah’s Point of View
For some reason, I felt very close to this girl, and I hated lying to her. She walked away, and immediately Kirsten was sitting where Dasha had been.
“You need to tell her. It’s going to happen. Why ignore the inevitable? Just do it. Only good things can come of it.”
“Why do you keep pestering me about this? I don’t want to tell her.”
“But you have to.”
“I’ll tell her when the time is right.”
“The time can’t be any better than right now.”
“I’ll tell her when I’m ready.”
“You’ll never be ready.”
“You know, you’re awfully short to be so hugely annoying. Can’t you go bother someone else!”
“Excuse me for being fed up with seeing the same stupid vision of you two over and over again! And to be honest, it’s something I would rather have not seen.”
“What did you see?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. Just tell her. Now.” I sighed.
“Fine. But after school.”
“Okay. Just as long as you do it.”
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 7
Dasha’s Point of View
I woke up the next morning and looked out the window. It was dull. As always. And rainy. Great. I straightened my hair, and got dressed. Pants and a shirt with a pair of tennis shoes. I threw on a rain coat with a hood and grabbed my bag. I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen.
“Morning, Dasha.” My mom greeted me. She handed me a plate of pancakes and bacon, then set a glass of orange juice on the table.
“Thanks, Mom.” I ate slowly, savoring every bite. Once I was finished I put my plate and glass in the sink and walked out the door, calling bye to my mom over my shoulder. Cassi was waiting on the porch swing.
“So, how were tryouts?”
“Fine.”
“You think you made the team?”
“Yeah.” And that was pretty much it as far as conversation on my part. I didn’t want to talk about tryouts, and I couldn’t tell her about Zachariah saving me from whatever it was I was about to be killed by. Vampire. To me, that was impossible. Vampires just don’t exist.
The day went by slowly, and at lunch time, I sought out Zachariah. I finally had a chance to talk to him about what happened. Cassi was talking to a few jocks (again with ugly attitudes) so I knew I wouldn’t have her hovering above me.
He sat at a table by himself. I walked up.
“I need to talk to you.”
“I believe you just did. Nice chat. Bye.”
“I’m serious. Please?” He sighed and pulled out a chair.
“Fine.”
Chapter 7
Dasha’s Point of View
I woke up the next morning and looked out the window. It was dull. As always. And rainy. Great. I straightened my hair, and got dressed. Pants and a shirt with a pair of tennis shoes. I threw on a rain coat with a hood and grabbed my bag. I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen.
“Morning, Dasha.” My mom greeted me. She handed me a plate of pancakes and bacon, then set a glass of orange juice on the table.
“Thanks, Mom.” I ate slowly, savoring every bite. Once I was finished I put my plate and glass in the sink and walked out the door, calling bye to my mom over my shoulder. Cassi was waiting on the porch swing.
“So, how were tryouts?”
“Fine.”
“You think you made the team?”
“Yeah.” And that was pretty much it as far as conversation on my part. I didn’t want to talk about tryouts, and I couldn’t tell her about Zachariah saving me from whatever it was I was about to be killed by. Vampire. To me, that was impossible. Vampires just don’t exist.
The day went by slowly, and at lunch time, I sought out Zachariah. I finally had a chance to talk to him about what happened. Cassi was talking to a few jocks (again with ugly attitudes) so I knew I wouldn’t have her hovering above me.
He sat at a table by himself. I walked up.
“I need to talk to you.”
“I believe you just did. Nice chat. Bye.”
“I’m serious. Please?” He sighed and pulled out a chair.
“Fine.”
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 6
The sounds of the fight faded behind me as I ran the rest of the way home. I opened the front door, and slammed it shut. My parents looked up.
“Is something wrong?” My dad asked.
“Nah. It just... looks like rain. That’s all. Plus I wanted to tell you, I had the fastest time on the mile at tryouts.” I smiled.
“Really? That’s great honey!” My mom said. And my dad, being the competitive grump that he is asked “What was your time?”
“3:18.” They looked at each other. My mother stared at me, wide-eyed. Once I realized they weren’t going to say anything, I went upstairs to my room. I took a quick shower, and then settled into bed.
Zachariah’s Point of View
I could smell her. She smelled like strawberries. And fear. I found her under a street light. Vladimir was at the edge of the light, in the shadows. He spoke to her. She tried to be brave, but her façade faltered for only a second. I hated this man. I hated that he was talking to this girl, and I hated that he was going to kill her. I knew I would step in before he would even draw her blood. Kirsten stood a little ways down for me. Waiting for my signal. His teeth grazed her neck, and I heard her heartbeat quicken. It was now or never. I jumped forward, smacking into Vladimir, which caused him to release her. I yelled at her to run as I fought him. Only when Kirsten stepped in, did I dare to look at Dasha. She saw my face, and once again I told her to run. This time she did. My attention was averted for half a second, and I turned back right as he was about to snap Kirsten’s neck. I grabbed him from behind. His neck was in my hand. I twisted, and his head came off. He stopped moving.
“Come on. We have to get home and finish ripping him apart. Then we have to burn the pieces.”
“But what about Dasha?”
“She’s fine Kirsten. Go!”
“But she saw you!”
“I’m aware. I’ll think of something. Now move.”
“You know I’ve seen you two together. That’s why you saved her isn’t it?”
“I saved her because she’s human. Just because you’ve seen it, doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”
“My visions always come true Zachariah, and you know it. How else do you think we found them here?”
I stayed silent. I grabbed Vladimir’s body, and took off running. Dasha didn’t need me in her life. It would only cause her more problems. Kirsten was right though. We would end up together, somehow. I didn’t know when, and I didn’t know how, but we would. The only thing I could do, was prolong it as long as I could.
Chapter 6
The sounds of the fight faded behind me as I ran the rest of the way home. I opened the front door, and slammed it shut. My parents looked up.
“Is something wrong?” My dad asked.
“Nah. It just... looks like rain. That’s all. Plus I wanted to tell you, I had the fastest time on the mile at tryouts.” I smiled.
“Really? That’s great honey!” My mom said. And my dad, being the competitive grump that he is asked “What was your time?”
“3:18.” They looked at each other. My mother stared at me, wide-eyed. Once I realized they weren’t going to say anything, I went upstairs to my room. I took a quick shower, and then settled into bed.
Zachariah’s Point of View
I could smell her. She smelled like strawberries. And fear. I found her under a street light. Vladimir was at the edge of the light, in the shadows. He spoke to her. She tried to be brave, but her façade faltered for only a second. I hated this man. I hated that he was talking to this girl, and I hated that he was going to kill her. I knew I would step in before he would even draw her blood. Kirsten stood a little ways down for me. Waiting for my signal. His teeth grazed her neck, and I heard her heartbeat quicken. It was now or never. I jumped forward, smacking into Vladimir, which caused him to release her. I yelled at her to run as I fought him. Only when Kirsten stepped in, did I dare to look at Dasha. She saw my face, and once again I told her to run. This time she did. My attention was averted for half a second, and I turned back right as he was about to snap Kirsten’s neck. I grabbed him from behind. His neck was in my hand. I twisted, and his head came off. He stopped moving.
“Come on. We have to get home and finish ripping him apart. Then we have to burn the pieces.”
“But what about Dasha?”
“She’s fine Kirsten. Go!”
“But she saw you!”
“I’m aware. I’ll think of something. Now move.”
“You know I’ve seen you two together. That’s why you saved her isn’t it?”
“I saved her because she’s human. Just because you’ve seen it, doesn’t mean it’ll happen.”
“My visions always come true Zachariah, and you know it. How else do you think we found them here?”
I stayed silent. I grabbed Vladimir’s body, and took off running. Dasha didn’t need me in her life. It would only cause her more problems. Kirsten was right though. We would end up together, somehow. I didn’t know when, and I didn’t know how, but we would. The only thing I could do, was prolong it as long as I could.
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 5
I stopped directly under the street light. When I stopped, he stopped. But he wasn’t in the light. He was standing just outside the edge of the light, in the shadows.
“Hello, Dasha. My we’ve grown up haven’t we?” His voice was deep and menacing. I had no idea who this fruitcake was, or how he knew my name, or why he was following me, but he needed to be backin’ up off me. Right now.
“Do I know you?” I tried to keep my voice strong, but my voice faltered a tiny bit.
“No. But I know you.”
“Alright. Well, I’m gonna go now.” I stepped backwards, hesitantly, a few times. Then turned and walked away.
“It’s not polite to turn your back on people.”
“It’s not polite to stalk someone either.” I continued walking. Then, his hands clasped my wrists. His breath was hot on my neck.
“Don’t be petty, Dasha.” He bent his face down, and ran his nose along my neck. He sighed. “Oh. You smell so good. Like strawberries. It’s mouthwatering.” He sighed again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I must tell you, this is going to hurt quite a bit.” Again he lowered his head to my neck. Something sharp grazed the spot where you could feel my heart beat. His cold hands were tight around my wrists. Just as he was putting pressure on my neck, something slammed in to him.
“Dasha, run!” He shouted. The fight moved into the light, and another figure joined in. The first guy, the one who had saved me, turned to look at me. He had one long scar extending from his eyebrow to his chin.
“Run, Dasha!” I ran.
Chapter 5
I stopped directly under the street light. When I stopped, he stopped. But he wasn’t in the light. He was standing just outside the edge of the light, in the shadows.
“Hello, Dasha. My we’ve grown up haven’t we?” His voice was deep and menacing. I had no idea who this fruitcake was, or how he knew my name, or why he was following me, but he needed to be backin’ up off me. Right now.
“Do I know you?” I tried to keep my voice strong, but my voice faltered a tiny bit.
“No. But I know you.”
“Alright. Well, I’m gonna go now.” I stepped backwards, hesitantly, a few times. Then turned and walked away.
“It’s not polite to turn your back on people.”
“It’s not polite to stalk someone either.” I continued walking. Then, his hands clasped my wrists. His breath was hot on my neck.
“Don’t be petty, Dasha.” He bent his face down, and ran his nose along my neck. He sighed. “Oh. You smell so good. Like strawberries. It’s mouthwatering.” He sighed again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I must tell you, this is going to hurt quite a bit.” Again he lowered his head to my neck. Something sharp grazed the spot where you could feel my heart beat. His cold hands were tight around my wrists. Just as he was putting pressure on my neck, something slammed in to him.
“Dasha, run!” He shouted. The fight moved into the light, and another figure joined in. The first guy, the one who had saved me, turned to look at me. He had one long scar extending from his eyebrow to his chin.
“Run, Dasha!” I ran.
Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 4
I couldn’t believe my time. Neither could Coach. I knew I was fast. But a mile in 3 minutes and 18 seconds? That’s impossible. You’d have to have superhuman speed. No normal person could do that! Then again, I’m not normal. I was a surprise baby. And had something majorly wrong with my legs and lungs. On top of that, I was born 4 months early. They told my mom I would never survive, and that if I somehow did, I would never be able to walk, and I’d always have to be hooked up to a breathing machine. Yet somehow, here I am. I’m running. I’m breathing just fine. As if I had walked the mile instead of ran it.
“Go get some water. Sit down for a few minutes.” I was fine. However, I saw no reason to freak my coach out any more than I already had. So, I walked over to the water table that was set up under the shade tree. Got a cup of water and sat down to wait for everyone else. Again, I got this weird feeling I was being watched. I turned around, and at the far corner of the field, at the edge of the trees, there stood a figure dressed in black. Sun glasses covered his eyes and he leaned against a tree. He watched me intently. After a while of staring at each other, he nodded at me. Slowly, he turned, and disappeared into the forest. With him, the feeling disappeared.
By this time, a few more people had finished their mile and came to get some water. They all gave me weird looks, and made a big deal about staying far away from me. So I finished in a freakishly small amount of time. It happens.
Once everyone was done, Coach had us do a few drills. Some were just running from one end of the field to the other, and some were with a ball to test our passing and kicking ability.
We had a partner which coach said would be our “sister.” Everyone had been picked except me. The next fastest girl was the only other one left. Her name was Adalyn and she had finished the mile in 4:22. She smiled at me and we began practicing.
Once practice ended, I left. I was walking down the sidewalk towards my house. It was dark. I again got the weird feeling I was being watched. I looked back over my shoulder. I was being watched. The only difference, I was being followed too. The street light shown briefly on the persons face. Long enough for me to see the red irises ringed in black, and to see the saliva dripping off the fangs. That's not normal.
Chapter 4
I couldn’t believe my time. Neither could Coach. I knew I was fast. But a mile in 3 minutes and 18 seconds? That’s impossible. You’d have to have superhuman speed. No normal person could do that! Then again, I’m not normal. I was a surprise baby. And had something majorly wrong with my legs and lungs. On top of that, I was born 4 months early. They told my mom I would never survive, and that if I somehow did, I would never be able to walk, and I’d always have to be hooked up to a breathing machine. Yet somehow, here I am. I’m running. I’m breathing just fine. As if I had walked the mile instead of ran it.
“Go get some water. Sit down for a few minutes.” I was fine. However, I saw no reason to freak my coach out any more than I already had. So, I walked over to the water table that was set up under the shade tree. Got a cup of water and sat down to wait for everyone else. Again, I got this weird feeling I was being watched. I turned around, and at the far corner of the field, at the edge of the trees, there stood a figure dressed in black. Sun glasses covered his eyes and he leaned against a tree. He watched me intently. After a while of staring at each other, he nodded at me. Slowly, he turned, and disappeared into the forest. With him, the feeling disappeared.
By this time, a few more people had finished their mile and came to get some water. They all gave me weird looks, and made a big deal about staying far away from me. So I finished in a freakishly small amount of time. It happens.
Once everyone was done, Coach had us do a few drills. Some were just running from one end of the field to the other, and some were with a ball to test our passing and kicking ability.
We had a partner which coach said would be our “sister.” Everyone had been picked except me. The next fastest girl was the only other one left. Her name was Adalyn and she had finished the mile in 4:22. She smiled at me and we began practicing.
Once practice ended, I left. I was walking down the sidewalk towards my house. It was dark. I again got the weird feeling I was being watched. I looked back over my shoulder. I was being watched. The only difference, I was being followed too. The street light shown briefly on the persons face. Long enough for me to see the red irises ringed in black, and to see the saliva dripping off the fangs. That's not normal.
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Chapter 3
All through class, I kept stealing sideways glances at Zachariah. He was sitting as far away from me as he could in his seat, but he was turned slightly towards me. Sometimes, I would catch him looking at me, and, embarrassed, I would drop my eyes back down to my calculus book. I had an 81 in this class, and I’m fast, but Zachariah is faster. He was done with his homework in 20 minutes. Once the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and went out the door. I noticed that Zachariah was in every one of my classes. Either that or he was following me. But the teacher wouldn’t make him introduce himself. In every class, the teacher would make him stand in front of the class and introduce himself. And each time, he’d say the same thing. He would never talk to me, but somehow he’d always end up sitting next to me. He was always in the same position: On the edge of his chair, turned towards me. Every time I looked at him, my eyes went straight to his scar, and I found myself wondering how he had gotten it. Before the end of my last class, the soccer coach came in the room.
“Dasha? You don’t need anything for practice except shorts, a shirt, and tennis shoes. Okay?” I nodded. “See you at 5!” And she left. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zachariah look at me, and then lower his head to the table once she had left. The bell rang and I grabbed my stuff. I headed out the front doors, and walked towards home. I got dressed for soccer tryouts. My red hair hung in a loose ponytail. I walked to the soccer field where everyone else was. “Alright ladies. Apparently, you think you have what it takes to be the best. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Now, I want only the fastest girls on my team. If you can run a mile in under 8 minutes. Good. First string player. If you run it in under 12 minutes, second string player. If it takes longer than that, sorry. Maybe next year. Alright? Now, just run the track once, and I’ll be standing at the end with a stop watch. Good luck. Ready? Set? Go!” I pushed myself as hard as I could go. When I crossed the finish line, Coach Carter looked up at me. “I can’t believe it. That’s impossible” She turned the stop watch to me, and I looked. 3:18.
Chapter 3
All through class, I kept stealing sideways glances at Zachariah. He was sitting as far away from me as he could in his seat, but he was turned slightly towards me. Sometimes, I would catch him looking at me, and, embarrassed, I would drop my eyes back down to my calculus book. I had an 81 in this class, and I’m fast, but Zachariah is faster. He was done with his homework in 20 minutes. Once the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and went out the door. I noticed that Zachariah was in every one of my classes. Either that or he was following me. But the teacher wouldn’t make him introduce himself. In every class, the teacher would make him stand in front of the class and introduce himself. And each time, he’d say the same thing. He would never talk to me, but somehow he’d always end up sitting next to me. He was always in the same position: On the edge of his chair, turned towards me. Every time I looked at him, my eyes went straight to his scar, and I found myself wondering how he had gotten it. Before the end of my last class, the soccer coach came in the room.
“Dasha? You don’t need anything for practice except shorts, a shirt, and tennis shoes. Okay?” I nodded. “See you at 5!” And she left. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zachariah look at me, and then lower his head to the table once she had left. The bell rang and I grabbed my stuff. I headed out the front doors, and walked towards home. I got dressed for soccer tryouts. My red hair hung in a loose ponytail. I walked to the soccer field where everyone else was. “Alright ladies. Apparently, you think you have what it takes to be the best. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Now, I want only the fastest girls on my team. If you can run a mile in under 8 minutes. Good. First string player. If you run it in under 12 minutes, second string player. If it takes longer than that, sorry. Maybe next year. Alright? Now, just run the track once, and I’ll be standing at the end with a stop watch. Good luck. Ready? Set? Go!” I pushed myself as hard as I could go. When I crossed the finish line, Coach Carter looked up at me. “I can’t believe it. That’s impossible” She turned the stop watch to me, and I looked. 3:18.