Might as wel get this out of the way.
Salex: Sail. Ex.
Feonicks: fay. o. nix.
Pyre: pie. er.
Alucard: al. oo. card. (oo=ooooooooo like ooooo aaaaaaaaaah)
Imera: eye. mere. uh.
Snow: s. no.
If there's any other questions on pronunciations, just leave a comment, and I'll put it in a new post. kaythxbai
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Chapter 1
"Adri," I heard someone call softly. "Adri, wake up."
I opened my eyes to see my mom. The light in the basement was on, shining into my room and in my fce. I rolled over onto my stomach and grabbed my IHOME, turning on the clock light.
"Mom, it's three thirty in the morning," I moaned, my hair a mes and falling in my eyes as I looked up at her.
"I know, sweetheart. Pack up what's let in your room, we're leaving in an hour." I groaned. My family was moving. Again. My dad had been a construction worker, and we would live in fixer-upper houses and gut them, selling them for twice what we bought it for, sometimes more. Right when I was finally settling in, we woul move again, like clockwork. Because of that, I'd distanced myself from people. I didn't have many friends. I was quiet, most often ate alone at lunch. Every few towns or so, a group of kids would sit with me and become my friends, maybe I would get a crush or two. I would try and stay in touch, but mostly, they changed, became snooty jerks, and it ended badly. I could never understand why. I blamed most of it on being an only child- maybe I was defecient in social skills or something. I knew the blame din't belong there, and secretly, the fact that I really couldn't keep in touch with them after they became unbearabl bothered me, but I tried to move on and just avoid thinking about it.
Because we moved so much, I had few possessions. A few birthday presents from friends- mainly little idols of animals or stuffed animals- and some from family, maily art supplies or notebooks for drawing or painting in. I had lived in most of the US, minus Hawaii, though that was the one place I was crossing my fingers my parents would settle down. I had always wanted to learn to surf, and I loved the sun and beach combing. Hawaii would be the perfect place, I told them. We would love it there, we would never have to move. They would just laugh and not realize, I wanted to settle down somewhere and keep some friends. Oh, sweetie, they would say. This is just the way we are. Don't you like living all over America? The conversations eventually became further and further between, eventually non-existent as I gave up on living in one place for more than two years. We had lived twenty-two months in one place- that was our record. Twenty-two months, thirteen days. Two years was the maximum they wanted to stay in any place.
I carefully gathered my shells from all the coasts I had been to and packed them in mybackpack, to make sure they wouldn't be thrown around in the moving van. I unplugged all my electronics and packed them carefully in my duffel bag I used mainly for sports, putting my sheets around them to make sure they didn't clink together and damage each other. I was slightly anal, a control freak. However, I didn't keep my room exactly "clean", like every teenager. Right now, the floor was bare; my bed set had been taken apart and packed the day before. I rolled up my sleeping bag, tying in it in a roll and throwing it into a pile of what was going in the back seat with me. I had a suit case of clothes I could wear if it was more than a days drive, blankets, my pillow, my electronics and art supplies. There was nothing else I really wanted with me.
I sighed, shouldering all of my stuff. My hair was naturally pin straight and flew all over my face as I took my load outside, organizing it in the back seat where I could get to everything. I knew a long car ride was in store, where I could sleep, but car rides weren't my favorite. I went back through the house, checking to make sure I hadn't left anything behind. Mom came down the stairs, her long brown hair in a pony tail.
"You excited for the new house?" she asked, purse in hand and a smile on her face.
"Not really, but you knew that." I sighed, holding the door open. Her smile faded as she walked out, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. When was she going to understand that I was tired of moving every year? Tired of not having friends? Tired of not even being able to have a pet because we couldn't carry one everywhere with us? I wondered sometimes if she even noticed how annoying it was, or if she was just living her own private dream with my dad, going around the nation from house to house and fixing them up for the next bunch who came through, and I was just an accident along the way. I wasn't about to ask and she wasn't going to admit if I was an accident or not, I knew that much. I buckled myself in, waving to my dad as we pulled out of the driveway. He climbed into the drivers seat of the moving van and pulled out behind us. I grabbed my pillow and leaned on my mountain of stuff, falling asleep quickly as my mom hit the freeway.
Mom woke me up around nine, when we stopped for breakfast. I ordered my food and got a big gulp of coke, jumping back into the back seat and wolfing down the food. We never ate in the restaurant on long road trips. We ate on the road.
I picked up a book I had stashed in the car a few days ago and cracked it open, reading it as we hit another freeway. I finished with the book quickly, I had read it before and had read all of my favorite parts. I wrote in my journal next, trying to waste time on the road doing something other than sleeping. I recorded the personalities and physical descriptions of my few friends, writing a few little notes about the move and what scenery we were going through. My parents hadn't told me where we were going this time. I wondered if they were trying to make it a surprise. I tried not to feel bitter as I thought of how their effort was wasted. I recorded all of my friends numbers and emails along with everything else, not wanting to lose touch with them, despite how the other friendships had ended.
The sun began to sink lower in the sky as our speed slowed. I looked up, seeing a wall of trees beginning to thin out. We were entering a town. The sign sped past me; Welcome to Hallow's City, the official town of Halloween! it read. I laughed slightly, rolling my eyes as houses and buildings appeared. We had skipped lunch, I realized, my stomach growling loudly. We passed a theater, where a bunch of kids were leaving. The ones in front were boyfriend and girlfriend, you could tell. She had a black beret over her brown curls, and the boy with his arm around her was wearing sort of a werewolf halloween costume. Sheesh, I thought. People here really believe what the sign says. There were others with them; one was dressed all in black, with black hair and black sun glasses on. His skin was a tan color, and he wore a chain necklace around his neck. The others were dressed strangely in assorting, unrecognizeable costumes. They were laughing and talking happily, turning to look at each other as they walked down the sidewalk. We turned left when we hit a group of houses. There was an old, haunted-house looking place, like you would see in movies with lightning crashing behind it. To my horror, we pulled into the driveway.
"This is our house?" I asked, tossing my pillow aside and stepping out of the car.
"Yep, this is it," mom answered, turning the carr off. Dad pulled in next to us. The grass looked nearly dead, there was no fence to contain the bushes, and the house itself loked questionable in structure. I was wondering if they really expected me to live there while they remodeled it. I was almost crossing my fingers taht they would tear it down. I was pretty sure there had been a hotel down the street.
"The neighbor girl seemed pretty nice," dad remarked, handing me some papers as he got out of his car. "Maybe you could walk to school with her tomorrow."
"Walk?" I asked. I had only ever taken a bus. "How small of a town is this?"
"Small," Dad replied, pulling keys out of his pocket. "The school isn't that far." He unlocked the door, making me wait until he tied a bandana around my eyes to let me in.
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked, the papers still in my hands. They lead me through twists and turns, or so it seemed. They were probably just running me around in circles, turning this way and that. Dad actually spun me around a few times.
"Okay," he said, untying the blindfold. "You can look now."
I expected to see a glorious mess, something covered in dust and sheets, piles of junk here and there. This was the complete opposite.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the living room through a shuttered window in the kitchen. Our furnishings were already in place, already set up in the house. I turned to look around the room I was in, the kitchen. The cabinets were dark, dark wood; the counters were a black granite with gold flacks in it; the floor was wood that matched the cabinets, deep, dark, and smooth. I turned to my parents.
"Don't tell me we're ripping this out," I said, feeling sad that we would really tear something this amazing out.
"We aren't," Mom smiled.
"We aren't moving again, either," Dad added. "Take a look at your classes, what do you think?"
I loked at my papers, the first two were a map of the school, front and back. The school was huge copared to the size of the town. The third was a normal schedule paper, the kind I was used to, the ones like my old highschool.
1 Art Room 1705 Dr. Alucard
2 Algebra II Room 1351 Mr. Feonicks
3 Self Defense Room 805 Coach Cottle
4 Language Arts Room 917 Ms. Imera
5 World History Room 401 Mrs. Blackfinger
6 Life Biology Lab 3 Alice Pyre
7 Medical Lab 9 Melissa Snow
They all seemed so weird. There were normal academic classes, but the names of the electives and the teachers were beyond strange.
"These classes have weird names," I commented. My excitement was still bubbling out of me, we were staying in one town and never moving again, we really were!!! It didn't matter to me if all the people here were from a different planet, as long as I got to stay in one place for over two years.
"I know, but the woman at the front desk said that they were popular classes." Dad said. "You should go check out the basement, it's all yours."
"Cool, I will," I said with a smile, folding the papers up and shoving them into my pocket as I went down the stairs, nearly falling down them. It looked like the upstairs, just a bit smaller, even right down to the TV. There were three rooms down there; I picked the largest one. It had a bathroom connected to is, and the bed was tall and super soft. I jumped onto it, feeling the giant comforter and the matress squish under me. I laughed, absolutely ecstatic. We were staying, we were staying! I kept repeating that thought over in my head. I got up off the bed, checking out the pantry I had seen. It was full of food and snacks, completely full! There was a black fridge, full of new groceries until none could fit. I smiled.
This house was awesome.
I opened my eyes to see my mom. The light in the basement was on, shining into my room and in my fce. I rolled over onto my stomach and grabbed my IHOME, turning on the clock light.
"Mom, it's three thirty in the morning," I moaned, my hair a mes and falling in my eyes as I looked up at her.
"I know, sweetheart. Pack up what's let in your room, we're leaving in an hour." I groaned. My family was moving. Again. My dad had been a construction worker, and we would live in fixer-upper houses and gut them, selling them for twice what we bought it for, sometimes more. Right when I was finally settling in, we woul move again, like clockwork. Because of that, I'd distanced myself from people. I didn't have many friends. I was quiet, most often ate alone at lunch. Every few towns or so, a group of kids would sit with me and become my friends, maybe I would get a crush or two. I would try and stay in touch, but mostly, they changed, became snooty jerks, and it ended badly. I could never understand why. I blamed most of it on being an only child- maybe I was defecient in social skills or something. I knew the blame din't belong there, and secretly, the fact that I really couldn't keep in touch with them after they became unbearabl bothered me, but I tried to move on and just avoid thinking about it.
Because we moved so much, I had few possessions. A few birthday presents from friends- mainly little idols of animals or stuffed animals- and some from family, maily art supplies or notebooks for drawing or painting in. I had lived in most of the US, minus Hawaii, though that was the one place I was crossing my fingers my parents would settle down. I had always wanted to learn to surf, and I loved the sun and beach combing. Hawaii would be the perfect place, I told them. We would love it there, we would never have to move. They would just laugh and not realize, I wanted to settle down somewhere and keep some friends. Oh, sweetie, they would say. This is just the way we are. Don't you like living all over America? The conversations eventually became further and further between, eventually non-existent as I gave up on living in one place for more than two years. We had lived twenty-two months in one place- that was our record. Twenty-two months, thirteen days. Two years was the maximum they wanted to stay in any place.
I carefully gathered my shells from all the coasts I had been to and packed them in mybackpack, to make sure they wouldn't be thrown around in the moving van. I unplugged all my electronics and packed them carefully in my duffel bag I used mainly for sports, putting my sheets around them to make sure they didn't clink together and damage each other. I was slightly anal, a control freak. However, I didn't keep my room exactly "clean", like every teenager. Right now, the floor was bare; my bed set had been taken apart and packed the day before. I rolled up my sleeping bag, tying in it in a roll and throwing it into a pile of what was going in the back seat with me. I had a suit case of clothes I could wear if it was more than a days drive, blankets, my pillow, my electronics and art supplies. There was nothing else I really wanted with me.
I sighed, shouldering all of my stuff. My hair was naturally pin straight and flew all over my face as I took my load outside, organizing it in the back seat where I could get to everything. I knew a long car ride was in store, where I could sleep, but car rides weren't my favorite. I went back through the house, checking to make sure I hadn't left anything behind. Mom came down the stairs, her long brown hair in a pony tail.
"You excited for the new house?" she asked, purse in hand and a smile on her face.
"Not really, but you knew that." I sighed, holding the door open. Her smile faded as she walked out, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. When was she going to understand that I was tired of moving every year? Tired of not having friends? Tired of not even being able to have a pet because we couldn't carry one everywhere with us? I wondered sometimes if she even noticed how annoying it was, or if she was just living her own private dream with my dad, going around the nation from house to house and fixing them up for the next bunch who came through, and I was just an accident along the way. I wasn't about to ask and she wasn't going to admit if I was an accident or not, I knew that much. I buckled myself in, waving to my dad as we pulled out of the driveway. He climbed into the drivers seat of the moving van and pulled out behind us. I grabbed my pillow and leaned on my mountain of stuff, falling asleep quickly as my mom hit the freeway.
Mom woke me up around nine, when we stopped for breakfast. I ordered my food and got a big gulp of coke, jumping back into the back seat and wolfing down the food. We never ate in the restaurant on long road trips. We ate on the road.
I picked up a book I had stashed in the car a few days ago and cracked it open, reading it as we hit another freeway. I finished with the book quickly, I had read it before and had read all of my favorite parts. I wrote in my journal next, trying to waste time on the road doing something other than sleeping. I recorded the personalities and physical descriptions of my few friends, writing a few little notes about the move and what scenery we were going through. My parents hadn't told me where we were going this time. I wondered if they were trying to make it a surprise. I tried not to feel bitter as I thought of how their effort was wasted. I recorded all of my friends numbers and emails along with everything else, not wanting to lose touch with them, despite how the other friendships had ended.
The sun began to sink lower in the sky as our speed slowed. I looked up, seeing a wall of trees beginning to thin out. We were entering a town. The sign sped past me; Welcome to Hallow's City, the official town of Halloween! it read. I laughed slightly, rolling my eyes as houses and buildings appeared. We had skipped lunch, I realized, my stomach growling loudly. We passed a theater, where a bunch of kids were leaving. The ones in front were boyfriend and girlfriend, you could tell. She had a black beret over her brown curls, and the boy with his arm around her was wearing sort of a werewolf halloween costume. Sheesh, I thought. People here really believe what the sign says. There were others with them; one was dressed all in black, with black hair and black sun glasses on. His skin was a tan color, and he wore a chain necklace around his neck. The others were dressed strangely in assorting, unrecognizeable costumes. They were laughing and talking happily, turning to look at each other as they walked down the sidewalk. We turned left when we hit a group of houses. There was an old, haunted-house looking place, like you would see in movies with lightning crashing behind it. To my horror, we pulled into the driveway.
"This is our house?" I asked, tossing my pillow aside and stepping out of the car.
"Yep, this is it," mom answered, turning the carr off. Dad pulled in next to us. The grass looked nearly dead, there was no fence to contain the bushes, and the house itself loked questionable in structure. I was wondering if they really expected me to live there while they remodeled it. I was almost crossing my fingers taht they would tear it down. I was pretty sure there had been a hotel down the street.
"The neighbor girl seemed pretty nice," dad remarked, handing me some papers as he got out of his car. "Maybe you could walk to school with her tomorrow."
"Walk?" I asked. I had only ever taken a bus. "How small of a town is this?"
"Small," Dad replied, pulling keys out of his pocket. "The school isn't that far." He unlocked the door, making me wait until he tied a bandana around my eyes to let me in.
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked, the papers still in my hands. They lead me through twists and turns, or so it seemed. They were probably just running me around in circles, turning this way and that. Dad actually spun me around a few times.
"Okay," he said, untying the blindfold. "You can look now."
I expected to see a glorious mess, something covered in dust and sheets, piles of junk here and there. This was the complete opposite.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the living room through a shuttered window in the kitchen. Our furnishings were already in place, already set up in the house. I turned to look around the room I was in, the kitchen. The cabinets were dark, dark wood; the counters were a black granite with gold flacks in it; the floor was wood that matched the cabinets, deep, dark, and smooth. I turned to my parents.
"Don't tell me we're ripping this out," I said, feeling sad that we would really tear something this amazing out.
"We aren't," Mom smiled.
"We aren't moving again, either," Dad added. "Take a look at your classes, what do you think?"
I loked at my papers, the first two were a map of the school, front and back. The school was huge copared to the size of the town. The third was a normal schedule paper, the kind I was used to, the ones like my old highschool.
1 Art Room 1705 Dr. Alucard
2 Algebra II Room 1351 Mr. Feonicks
3 Self Defense Room 805 Coach Cottle
4 Language Arts Room 917 Ms. Imera
5 World History Room 401 Mrs. Blackfinger
6 Life Biology Lab 3 Alice Pyre
7 Medical Lab 9 Melissa Snow
They all seemed so weird. There were normal academic classes, but the names of the electives and the teachers were beyond strange.
"These classes have weird names," I commented. My excitement was still bubbling out of me, we were staying in one town and never moving again, we really were!!! It didn't matter to me if all the people here were from a different planet, as long as I got to stay in one place for over two years.
"I know, but the woman at the front desk said that they were popular classes." Dad said. "You should go check out the basement, it's all yours."
"Cool, I will," I said with a smile, folding the papers up and shoving them into my pocket as I went down the stairs, nearly falling down them. It looked like the upstairs, just a bit smaller, even right down to the TV. There were three rooms down there; I picked the largest one. It had a bathroom connected to is, and the bed was tall and super soft. I jumped onto it, feeling the giant comforter and the matress squish under me. I laughed, absolutely ecstatic. We were staying, we were staying! I kept repeating that thought over in my head. I got up off the bed, checking out the pantry I had seen. It was full of food and snacks, completely full! There was a black fridge, full of new groceries until none could fit. I smiled.
This house was awesome.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Prologue
The flash went off.
Jaqueline felt her partner, Maxwell, relax. She relaxed as well, running her fingers through her hair self-conciously. She hadn't done much modeling- it was only because of Max and his father that she was doing it at all.
"It's getting late," Max's father remarked, stepping away from the camera.
"Perhaps I should be getting home, my father will wonder what has b ecome of me." Jacqueline said, her black beret on an angle over her loose brown curls.
"I'll walk you home," Maxwell said, putting an arm around her waist.
"A fine boy I've raised. Fancy that, Jacqueline, I don't even have to tell him to wlak you home anymore!" Max's father laughed heartily. The children laughed too, and Max seemed to blush, his unruly brown curls falling in his eyes.
"Shall we?" he asked. Jacqueline nodded, smiling. She loved Max. They were best friends. Their parents had been childhood friends, and has made sure that Jaqueline and Max's younger sister Rowina were best friends. That was how she had come to know Max. max lead her to the door, lacing his fingers between hers as soon as the door was shut. She blushed deeply, thankful it was dark; she didn't know Max shared her feelings.
"It's too bad your house is so close," he murmured. "I like walking you home." Jacqueline smiled, looking up at him.
"I like it, too," she said quietly. Max chuckled, stepping onto the dirt path and into the woods. Jacqueline followed him, familiar with these woods. She had often played in them with Rowina when they were both little. These woods seperated Jacqueline's house from Max's.
They walked in silence, but something was following them. Something dark and sinister. The full moon shone through the deep emerald canopy and down on the couple. It dappled the dirt path they followed, the leaves of fall blowing in the slight autumn breeze.
There was a rustle in the bushes next to Jacqueline. She breathed in sharply, pressing closer to Max. He chuckled, squeezing her hand lightly.
"It's alright, sweetheart, just a rabbit," Max said in a soothing voice. Nonetheless, she pressed closer to him, scared. Max was alert, his eyes searching the shadows. He wished he'd brought his knife, however silly a comfort it was.
Before they knew it, it was upon them, teeth snapping and snarls ripping from it's throat. There was only one terrified scream, and then the forest was silent.
Jaqueline felt her partner, Maxwell, relax. She relaxed as well, running her fingers through her hair self-conciously. She hadn't done much modeling- it was only because of Max and his father that she was doing it at all.
"It's getting late," Max's father remarked, stepping away from the camera.
"Perhaps I should be getting home, my father will wonder what has b ecome of me." Jacqueline said, her black beret on an angle over her loose brown curls.
"I'll walk you home," Maxwell said, putting an arm around her waist.
"A fine boy I've raised. Fancy that, Jacqueline, I don't even have to tell him to wlak you home anymore!" Max's father laughed heartily. The children laughed too, and Max seemed to blush, his unruly brown curls falling in his eyes.
"Shall we?" he asked. Jacqueline nodded, smiling. She loved Max. They were best friends. Their parents had been childhood friends, and has made sure that Jaqueline and Max's younger sister Rowina were best friends. That was how she had come to know Max. max lead her to the door, lacing his fingers between hers as soon as the door was shut. She blushed deeply, thankful it was dark; she didn't know Max shared her feelings.
"It's too bad your house is so close," he murmured. "I like walking you home." Jacqueline smiled, looking up at him.
"I like it, too," she said quietly. Max chuckled, stepping onto the dirt path and into the woods. Jacqueline followed him, familiar with these woods. She had often played in them with Rowina when they were both little. These woods seperated Jacqueline's house from Max's.
They walked in silence, but something was following them. Something dark and sinister. The full moon shone through the deep emerald canopy and down on the couple. It dappled the dirt path they followed, the leaves of fall blowing in the slight autumn breeze.
There was a rustle in the bushes next to Jacqueline. She breathed in sharply, pressing closer to Max. He chuckled, squeezing her hand lightly.
"It's alright, sweetheart, just a rabbit," Max said in a soothing voice. Nonetheless, she pressed closer to him, scared. Max was alert, his eyes searching the shadows. He wished he'd brought his knife, however silly a comfort it was.
Before they knew it, it was upon them, teeth snapping and snarls ripping from it's throat. There was only one terrified scream, and then the forest was silent.
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