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Summery: A regular girl is caught up in an otherworldly battle, where there are no distinctions between who's good, who's evil, and who's just out to get you. Saved by mysterious young men, she must quickly learn to adapt to her surroundings, or be lost in the upcoming fight for her soul.
Warning: May be some graphic violence and sexual themes later. Some suggestive themes as well.
Copyright: I own this story completely. The plot, characters, and anything else you can think of is mine. If you'd like to use anything, please contact me in a review to ask my permission first.
Glancing toward her door, Tricia rolled her startling-green eyes as she heard her parents begin to fight again, and slammed her textbook shut. Cynical about most things in life, she could care less about school, and her attitude showed in the careless way she shoved the books into a worn bag.
Silently locking her door – not that there was any need to, considering how loud her parents were – she quickly changed into knee-high heeled boots and a pair of snug low-rise jeans, both black. Adjusting her off-the-shoulder shirt, which had medieval-cut sleeves and was a jewel-tone dark blue, she unlocked her window, and climbed out after grabbing a long black coat.
“Finally,” she muttered, glancing back at her ranch house. With luck, they wouldn’t notice she was gone until it was time for school. Slipping into her flared coat to protect against the late autumn cold, she headed down the street, avoiding the streetlights. Tricia lived in a small town which she found insanely boring and this wasn’t the first night she had snuck out in hopes of finding a good party downtown.
She spun around suddenly, getting the eerie feeling someone was watching. Peering into the darkness, she shrugged, and continued to stride down the street, her coat swishing around her long legs.
“Is someone there?” she asked suddenly, once again getting a strange sensation in her gut. Turning around, she still didn’t see anyone, and sighed in annoyance. “I’m getting too damn paranoid.”
“Hey!”
Tricia looked back to her side, and to her surprise saw a guy, not much older looking than her, approaching her, hands stuck inside his black leather jacket. His hair was black, with navy-blue streaks in it, which seemed to match his eyes.
“I’m Dryden,” he grinned casually at her, once he had reached to where she was standing. He stuck his hand out at her, and she merely gazed at him suspiciously. Shrugging, the hand returned to the pocket, and he peered at her. “Do you have a name, or you just gonna stare at me?”
“Tricia,” she said finally. “Crap! He’s the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen!”
“Pleased to meet you,” he nodded, and looked down the street. “How ‘bout we go get something to eat? That was where you were going, right?”
“Yeah…” she said reluctantly, and he grinned again.
“Hey, I’m not a stalker or pervert, okay? So you can quit looking at me like that.”
“Sorry,” she shrugged, and turned away. “I’m not really into picking up strange guys at night, sorry.” Tricia began to walk off, but paused when she saw a motorcycle zooming toward them. Her back to Dryden, she didn’t see his eyes narrow as the rider drew closer.
“Hey,” the rider, apparently a guy, skidded to a stop, blocking Tricia from leaving. Flipping his visor up, the only things visible were gray eyes set in a moderately-tanned face, with something next to his left eye.
“Get lost, Kye,” Dryden spat, suddenly grabbing Tricia from behind and pulling her to him. She gasped, and began to struggle.
“What the hell’s going on?” she demanded, as the rider – Kye – got off his ride.
“Let her go.”
“I said get lost.”
“Get off me!” Tricia hissed, and rammed her elbow below Dryden’s belt. Or she would have, if he hadn’t had flipped her upside down so their backs were against each other, his hands still having a firm grip on her arms. “Ow!” she winced as she felt her arms being pulled, and he merely laughed.
“Let her go, Dryden,” Kye said calmly, “Or are you scared to fight fair? Do you need to resort to taking hostages now?”
“Bastard,” Dryden spat, and whirled Tricia back in front of him. Suddenly, something attacked him from behind, and her jacket ripped. She winced as something dug into her arms as she stumbled away from Dryden. She spotted a figure that was large, brown, and…furry on top of her attacker before Dryden aimed a kick at her, hitting her in the head.
Barely conscious, she fell to the ground, and could have sworn something large and shadowy flew past her, followed by the same brown shape. Tricia thought she heard a voice – maybe that Kye’s – as the world swam before her, and grew into a dark void.
Looking around, she realized she was in a bedroom, lit only by the moonlight coming in through the large windows on the left wall. The opposite wall had only a door, and a dresser was directly across from the canopied bed. Taking in her surroundings slowly, she saw the wallpaper was an old-fashioned dark-blue with stripes, and the floor was black carpet.
“It looks like it hasn’t been used in centuries,” she thought, and then glanced at the headboard. Wrinkling her nose at the dust, she quickly checked her sheets, and sighed at the relief of seeing they were new. Suddenly, she squeaked, realizing that she was only wearing her underwear, black bikini-cut with red trim, and a man’s T-shirt. Pulling the sheets up around her, she looked around frantically, but didn’t see her clothes anywhere.
Swinging her legs over the bed, she paused at the pain in her arms, and moved the sleeves up to examine the skin. She groaned at seeing the scars, and then blinked.
“Wait…scars? They should be open wounds still…” she sighed, and dropped her head to her knees. “What’s going on?”
“Scared?”
“What?” she looked up quickly to find the speaker, ignoring her vision blurring momentarily. “Who’re you?” she demanded, glaring at the young man that appeared in front of a window. He gazed at her, almost in amusement, his red eyes glowing in his pale face. His hair, a dark green, hung in his eyes on one side, and was pulled into a long thin ponytail.
“I’m Cain,” he introduced himself, and grinned. She gasped when she saw a fang pointing out of his mouth.
“What the…”
“I’m a vampire,” he said casually, and took a few steps toward her. Tricia clutched the sheet around her tightly, unknowingly revealing more of her figure than before. “But don’t worry – I’m not gonna suck your blood, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“This…this isn’t happening,” she said slowly, and squinted her eyes shut. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath. “This is a bad dream, that’s all. I’ll wake up soon, and my life’ll go back to normal. This is all a –”
“No, it’s not,” Cain said, his face suddenly inches from hers. “It’s not a dream, whatever your name is. I’m very real, and so’re you, so deal with it. I can’t stand people who refuse to accept reality.”
“You’re a vampire!” she blurted, and he straightened abruptly. Looking down at her, he cocked an eyebrow. His hands were put in his pocket, and she noticed he wore a tight black shirt underneath a pair of dark reddish-plum trousers with a matching jacket, worn casually, and brown shoes.
“Yeah?”
“You…you don’t exist!” she stammered, and he slowly shook his head, a smirk still on his lips. Tricia was startled when Cain shot forward again, and one of his hands were on either side of her, on the mattress. He leaned in close, and she was forced to lean backward to avoid colliding with him.
“Do I look real?” he asked, very quietly. She nodded slowly, and he smirked. “What’s your name?”
“Tri-Tricia.”
“Tricia,” he repeated, and his tone sent shivers down her spine. He noticed her goosebumps, and moved even closer, so his breath tickled her ears. “I can feel you blood coursing through your body. I can sense it, and smell it, and I want to taste it. I want to take you…I want to taste your blood, your fear, in me. But I won’t.” He pulled back abruptly, leaving her catching her breath. “I won’t, damn it! So you better stay the hell away from me, Tricia, or you’ll find out what it means to tempt a vampire.”
“Cain!” the door burst open, and Tricia whirled around in surprise. Kye stood in the doorway, his eyes flashing at the vampire. “Stay away from her.”
“Calm down, demon,” Cain said, laughing softly and putting his hands up. “I wasn’t gonna do anything.”
“Hm,” Kye snorted, and his gaze turned to Tricia. His hair, slightly shaggy but cut short in the front, was a rust red, and she realized that a thin scar ran from his left temple to his eye, and down to his jaw.
“So…he’s a vampire…and you’re a…”
“We’ll explain later,” he said, smiling reassuringly. He strode over next to her, casting a sharp glance at the vampire, who smirked, and sat on the bed facing her. “Right now, you should probably get some more sleep.”
“But…” Tricia began to protest, but found herself unable to speak as Kye put his palm to her forehead. Growing drowsy, she began to sway, and the demon caught her as she fell asleep again.
“We should kill her – or let Dryden have her,” Cain commented, as Kye laid her back under the blankets. “This is only going to cause us unnecessary trouble.”
“There was something about her…” Kye began, and then stood up, stiff-backed. “Leave her alone, Cain.”
“Get off it,” he retorted, and strode to the open door. “If I wanted to bite her, I could’ve a long time before you got here, Kye.”
“I know – that’s what worries me,” the other young man said shortly, following the vampire out the door.
“Nightmares? Nothing more?” one said.
“It could be a side effect from the wounds,” another replied, sounding thoughtful. “Or from the Healing.”
“Please…let me go…what’s going on…”
Tricia tried to cry out to someone – anyone – but her words were muffled by more talking, and soothing sounds near her. She began to cry, and felt someone hold her to their shoulder, saying words supposed to comfort her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and felt a warmth spread throughout her body, calming her down.
Breathing deeply, Tricia was laid back down as her eyes closed, and a bright light shone above her as she returned to a peaceful slumber.
“It’s just a wardrobe…it’s not gonna bite…” she told herself, and touched the door gingerly. It opened slowly, revealing several articles of clothing that looked like they might fit someone her size.
“Thank god…clothing,” she sighed in relief, and then rubbed the back of her. Digging through the pieces, she couldn’t help but wonder how they got there – and why. After finding a pair of black heeled boots, much like her old ones, stockings – although socks would have been preferable – a long black skirt with a low waist and a slit up the side, and a dark lavender shirt, she crossed the room and laid them on the bed.
After getting dressed, she tugged at the skirt listlessly. It was snugger than she was used to, with the loose sleeves ending at her fingertips in a point and the neckline accentuating her figure with a scooped cut.
“Oh well,” she shrugged, and glanced back at the closet. Nothing else seemed to suggest they would be much better, and she plopped down on the mattress with a bounce. “Now what?” she wondered, staring out the windows. Listening for a moment, she realized that there weren’t any noises coming from the hallway – or downstairs, as she quickly realized she was upstairs by looking out the window.
“Maybe I can sneak out...?” she thought hopefully, and crept to the door. Opening it a tiny bit, she peered into the hallway. Old-fashioned candelabras lit the hall, confirming her suspicion that the house was a much older one. Tiptoeing into the hall –as best she could in the boots that reached her knee, while the skirt revealed several inches still higher – she managed to make it to the stairs without any major noises, and then sighed.
“I’ll be they’re all old and creaky,” she muttered, and eyed the railing with distaste. It was caked in dirt, but she straightened her shoulders in resolve. “What’s worse, a little dirt on your ass, or being stuck in a house with a bunch of insane men?” she asked herself sternly, and then sighed. Positioning herself for the ride, she shot off, and landed fairly quietly on the floor at the end of the stairs.
“So far, so good,” she said quietly, and took a moment to look around in curiosity. The wallpaper was still old-fashioned, in a dark crimson and gold pattern, with mahogany molding and paneling. She figured she was in a hall, seeing a door farther down.
Tricia’s breath caught in her throat when a door opened, and a young man stepped into the hall, facing directly at her.
His pale violet eyes widened in shock, and she noticed his hair was a pale blond, almost silver, and was slightly long. Angled pieces fell to the sides of his face, framing his tanned skin, which set off his pale features amazingly. Black shoes peered out from light blue jeans, and an unbuttoned white dress shirt revealed his torso.
“Shit,” she silently cursed, and edged backward. To her surprise, the young man – looking only slightly older than her like the other two – backed up awkwardly, and rushed into another room.
Cursing her luck, Tricia waited a moment, positive that he was going to get whoever else was in the house. After remaining frozen for a while, she let out the breath she had been holding, and continued her escape attempt. Keeping close to the wall, Tricia crept towards the door, thankful she had gotten plenty of practice at sneaking out of houses at home. Suddenly, she heard sounds coming from a room, and she paused next to it. Not willing to risk anything, she avoided looking through the crack, but only listened.
“And let Dryden keep another victim?”
“We’ve got to tell her,” a third voice protested. “Who knows what she thinks?”
Tricia waited to hear more, but jumped almost a foot in the air when a hand brushed her butt – not too gently, either.
“What the hell?”
“Took a little ride, huh?” a male voice asked, amusement evident. She flushed crimson, and refused to turn around – or brush her butt off, either.
The voices inside the room stopped, and seemed to be waiting for something, judging from the ominous quiet.
“Found a girl trying to get out – one of yours, Cain?” the figure asked jokingly, suddenly dragging her in by the arm. Kye lounged next to the fireplace, his arm resting on the mantle, as Cain shrugged, sitting in a wing-backed chair.
“Nope. His,” he shook his head, gesturing to Kye, who glared at him. Tricia twisted around, and got a good look at her captor – well, another captor, and her discoverer too.
His light brown hair was closely shaved on the sides, and the top stood up in short black spikes. A small silver hoop glistened from his right ear, which she noticed was slightly pointed, as was the other. His amber eyes contained something almost feral in their glow, and his cocky grin grated her nerves.
“Let go,” she demanded, and tugged loose from him. He exchanged a glance with Cain, and moved toward the door to block her escape. She noticed the man from the hall on a couch, and her heart sank.
“I’m so dead…”
Kye sighed, and gestured to a chair. “Sit down.”
Tricia thought of refusing, but something in his tone dared her to argue – and warned her not to at the same time. She glared at him, and flounced into the chair with as much dignity as she could muster.
“This is Rhett,” Kye said finally, after an uncomfortable pause, and pointed at the one who had felt her up. “And this is Aiden. You already met, but I’m sure you don’t remember.”
“Hey,” Rhett grinned at her, and Aiden merely gazed silently at her.
“You already met Cain, and I’m Kye,” he finished, and straightened. “I guess we may as well start by telling you what we are.”
“He,” Tricia looked at Cain uneasily, “said he was a vampire. And called you a demon.”
“Right,” Kye nodded. “I’m a fire demon, to be exact. And yeah, he’s a vampire, but we’ll get to that later. Rhett is a werewolf – he’s the one that helped you out with Dryden earlier –”
Here the werewolf smirked, and winked at her, also appearing the same age as the other three.
“– and Aiden is an angel.”
At this point Tricia cracked up, and held her head in her hands. When she calmed down, she surveyed the four with a pleading look.
“You don’t expect me to believe this,” she asked, but it was more of a statement. “You’re all nuts, and probably going to kill me.”
“You got the…” Cain began to mutter something, but stopped at a glare from Kye, who sighed and moved in front of Tricia. Dropping to a crouch, he met her eye with a serious look of his own.
“You’ve got to,” he told her simply. “Your life depends on it.”
