Strangers

I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground,
So you could never leave.
I want to earn your trust, your faith, your heart,
You’ll never be deceived.
-Emilie Autumn: Lair

Out side, the roads were damp from the constant storms that had invaded the countryside of Flagstaff Arizona.

From a distance, you could barely hear the hush calls within the woods as a figure came forth from the shadows.

Through the little light that radiated off the moon, it clearly had a human body, yet with one quick glance from its eyes you could see they were visibly inhuman.

The body belonged to a man near his early 20's with a figure of a god within the dim moonlight. His hair, a deep opal black gleamed like a black gem within the moons light and reflects the over handing streetlights.

He was on the alert with a hint of desperation within his violet orbs. He usually wasn't the one to feel anxious but he was looking for something, something he’s been searching for a good time now. Yet lately, it's been coming nearer and he can't help but feel desolate without it.

Suddenly, his wondering eyes halt towards the woods, knowing they were coming nearer.

They were a special organization that worked to kill off his kind and right now, they were hunting for him. One of the spies found him lurking about, seeing his hasty movements and quickly called for others.

He sighs in irritation; it was time for him to start moving before they spot him again.

Taking a step forward, he turns his head back to the streets but hears the faint sound of something wailing. It would have made contact, if not for the fact he was inhuman and quickly dodging whatever flew past him. Only a second later he heard the impact of metal clashing against the stop sign that was just inches from him. It had been a bullet and the impact had nearly bended the pole, if not left a good wide shot to stare at.

Without hesitation, he shoots down an ally; taking cover as other bullets were sent loss from invisible revolvers he couldn't see.

He hated humans and how they nuisances upon him. He also hated the fact he used to be a human.

During his years he found it becoming more and more difficult to hide himself from hunters such as these. Once found, they were like a mosquito that wouldn’t give up till its bloodlust was fulfilled.

The waling bullets became clearer as they advance upon him. He didn't want this; he didn't want his life to end by some accursed technology theses humans had developed over the past years.

Racing past half fallen trashcans and deserted refrigerated boxes, he sees open land with the overcastting woods just a few feet ahead of him. If he makes it, he could easily blend in with the trees, using it as a refuge before the hunters drew nearer.

Though, as he was just past the building, he felt something hard strike just below his heart.

Stopping, He glances down at his chest, seeing where a small circular shape began to form in blood.

He howls in agony as he pulls the small bullet out, causing the holy water within the shell to burst. He wouldn't die from the shot, or the water. The shot was just made to cease his escape and lead the hunters to his exact location, something he had made clear with his enrage shouts of pain.

Staggering to another dark ally, he lands in a heap onto the cold concrete flooring. He manages to hide himself behind one of the large trash bens before he hears the eager shouts throughout the ally, leaving him within darkness.

For an instant, I glance to the soaked window. The rain was pounding like it had done throughout the day and just seemed to make its own rhythm. I could have sworn that I heard something. Like a cry or thundering clash outside the school grounds near the city but it had to be my imagination.

My gaze hardens, seeing my own reflection take over the glassy exterior. I looked simply exhausted. It was the end of the weekend, and by god, I just couldn't wait to climb into my warm, comfortable bed.

I looked closely at my eyes, seeing rings were slowly forming under them. I wasn't bad looking for a girl who hadn’t a good rest after the "Torture exams" as I like to call them. My hair, which was usually held back into a tight, but small messy ponytail was now loss and wavy. My dark locks were just above my shoulder and framed my heart shaped face. Green eyes that would appear bright and friendly were drowned out with stress and weariness.

Slumping forward, I could scarcely hear my teacher, Miss Brutish (Funny name no?) giving her lecture.

Unlike most of our teachers, she was the most..well, brutish. She was thirty-nine, and was extremely intimidating. Sure, you might think 'Well maybe she has a soft side right? No one can be that scary looking without a softy side.'

Heh, your a comedian.

Nope, this was one of those who were just hard-core. God forbid, she was probably the opposite of her own gender.

She had a body built and very masculine with masculine features. She sort reminded me of the hulks wife. Her hair and eye color were deep brown while dark glasses framed her tiny eyes. She used to be a drill sergeant back in the day, and still used her voice of power to make any student almost want to either cry or stand up and go : "Yes sir!"

Watching in boredom, I find my eyes slowly drifting downward. It sounded like a great idea at the time to just relax and wait for the bell to ring but my sort little nape was abruptly stopped when a book slammed on top of my desk.

"Miss Wails! This is class time, not the daydream time!" My teacher sneered, giving me a displeased look through her cold eyes.

They reminded me of the time my grandpa had took me fishing, but later felt sick once we caught the fish since they keep staring up with their tiny, beady black eyes.

"Sorry Miss Brutish." I said with a hint of guilt in my eyes, shivering involuntary when she just stood there.

"I hope you are Miss Wails. Because if your not, I’m sure there’s lots of teachers here who would love to have an student Ad after school." Miss Brutish snorted with a twitch of her lip. (I think she was trying to smile..)

"Understood." I muttered quickly, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment when she finally left my side and returned to the board. This gave me time to suck in some fresh air.

"Now as I was saying..-" I tune out Miss Brutish, thanking the fact that none of the students hadn’t spare one glance at my heated face. Whenever I got just a tad bit embarrassed, my face shined like Rudolph's red nose.

While trying to let my face cool off, I felt a slightly weightless object hit perfectly against my leg. Surprised, I did a small 'Eep' sound, which earned another look from Miss Butcher- I mean Miss Brutish before she went back to her lecture. Glancing down, I find a small paper wad just below me, my named somehow visible through the creases.

Carefully taking the note, I gradually open it without my eyes leaving Miss Brutish back. Taking a quick glance, I hastily read the contents of the note.

You still coming over after school? All our friends will be there.

-GA

I didn't need to know twice from whom the note was from as a wide grin began to spread over my lips before looking over a few seats back to see Daniel Lockwood, my child hood best friend returning the same grin.

I could still remember the time we first met, the time were I was left alone in kindergarten parking lot because my father had forgot to pick me up. I sat there crying, wishing that my family would show up and take me out to the park or at lest say they were sorry for forgetting about me but no one came. I watched as my teacher at the time, Miss Heatherton looked over me with sympathetic eyes.

During my childhood years, I was usually surround by all my little friends, pretending to either be a graceful dancer or a famous singer as we waved among the invisible crowed. So many friends though as the times went by, began to drift away as we all aged. Back then, I probably had more friends, and was more outgoing than now. Yet, most would never ask what was wrong with me, nor come to comfort me for they feared I wanted nothing more than to be by myself.

How wrong they were though.

While trying to avoid me out of good intentions, it had left me defensive less and made me learned how withdrawn, feeble, and emotional I was. ( Well not feeble..but you get the point.)

Yet, skipping my years of my past, I met Daniel when I sat there alone and out of no were, (Literally) He just popped up. A young boy of six came over to me and suddenly seated himself right beside me, I can still see remember how my eyes grew wide in astonishment at his crystal like blue eyes against the pale contrast of his skin, practically glowing within the mid high sun.

He looked like an angel from above as I stared on, wondering if he was sent to take me home or perhaps tell me that god says 'Hi'. (Ok..I was a kid..what do you expect?)

But, instead of thinking it through, I said the first words that came to my mind.

"Are you my guardian angel?"

I expected he'd laugh at me and say I was a stupid or perhaps a freak girl, but to my surprise, he said yes. From there on we were best friends and he'd always stood up for me like a big brother I never had. We are inseparable.

Well..used to be inseparable until Anglia came along. With a fair Italian complexion and long brown hair that framed her sweet, heart shaped face, she was considered one of the top most beautiful girls in Spirit Lake High. They even say her amber eyes could memorize any boy at our school. (Explains all her fellow male stalkers- oh , I forgot. They prefer to be called admires.)

It’s sad sometimes when I see them together were they just, cuddling and kiss, or even just confessing how in love they were. Its been approximating a year now since they have been going out, and part of me really..hates it. If only he would realize how much I love him, then at lest I wouldn't be so poignant about his relationship.

Snapping back to the present, I quickly remember the note that Daniel had given me and scribble my reply.

I don't know..my Dad has been on edge about the whole thing with the murders going on around our neighborhood. Still think it's worth walking three miles to yours?

After writing my message, I swiftly throw it under my desk towards his, which were two desks down to the left. (I'm on the right side were I mentioned the window earlier.) To my surprise, the other students were to engross to even notice a thing.

Not a minuet later, I felt the note struck my leg again and gather it up without hesitation.

You know there's no crime where I live.

I roll my eyes at this. Sure there was no crime, but whose safe to say that with those two teenagers whom were found dead in the woods just a few weeks ago?

I need more convincing here.

I tossed the note back, waiting patiently for his next reply. I know my writing will never compare to his, but does it really matter how I write? Or how I feel? (Wait..scratch that)

The accursed note flung directly into my head, causing me to glare at Daniel as he gave me an apologetic look.

I bought cookies & Cream ice cream...

My mouth began to drool. He knew my weaknesses to well..perhaps too well..

Fine! Urgh you're so difficult!...I hate you.

I once again, tossed the note, but instead, karma is a pretty nasty thing so it flung right into his face. (hehehe) He just smiles before reading and wrote some words before it was back in my possession.

I Love you too!

I could feel the heat radiate from my cheeks as I quickly wrote back a "Whatever" and chuck it back. I watch him return a goofy grin before crumpling up the note for good and stuff into his pocket. He'd probably throw it away after the bell rang anyways.

Not long after that thought, the bell shrills throughout the large brick building. Next thing I knew, the door was being thrown aside as eager students couldn't wait to start their weekend. Daniel and I were among the crowed as we stroll down the half empty halls, most consisting of either girls chatting about their plans or the poor teacher assistants whom had to wait for their ride home to arrive.

"Well I'm glad to hear you'll come over tonight Lina." Daniel says with a cheery smile, causing me to blush at my nickname.

Lina was short for Catalina, my real name that truthfully I didn't like one bit, which was another reason why I love Daniel so much.

He suddenly hooks his right arm around my neck, making me blush once again on contact. I could smell the lush colonel on his jacket when his hand moved me closer to his chest. Thankfully Angelica wasn't in sight or she would have a fit and would have dragged Daniel off for her own greedy purposes.

"I'm glad too." I gave him a full-hearted smile as I snuggle into his embrace, enjoying the close comfort. Sometimes..he was just so perfect.

I felt him relax and pat my head before looking over to his watch that his father had given him for his seventeenth birthday. Next thing I knew, he moves away from me before giving me one last smile as he heads down another hall.

"Sorry Lina, but I just remembered that Angel had asked me to take her home." He says as I flinch inwardly. I hate when he calls her Angel. I struggle not to make a look of disgust as he gave me one last glance that held a sense of comfort.

"See you later!" He added before he disappears down another hall, leaving me by myself.

"Oh..ok!" I yell back but see nothing but air. My heartbeat slows with each second as my eyes linger at the corner were his figure had disappeared.

"I love you too.." I whisper sadly before walking in the opposite direction. I wasn't alone for long though when Felicia White, one of my best friends since Middle school, pounces upon me from behind.

"So prince charming still doesn’t realize anything?" I whip around, glaring heatedly as she grins like some loony person whom escaped from the "Happy" place. It was a side only her close friends saw, unlike her more 'clam' state that teachers and by passers were used to seeing.

"He's not my prince charming, Felicia." I snort before she giggles and rolled her eyes. Felicia White was my best girlfriend out of the handful of friends I had over the years. Truthfully we never used to like each other. She was a girly girl with popular friends and would walk past sneer at me at my choice of cloths.

Then one day on our last year of middle school, we were paired up for a project for Science and presto! We learned we weren't that different and became like sisters. Yet, by doing this, her other little pep squad wasn't to thrilled with this, but she still keeps in touch with all of them.

"Well, you love him..a lot if I might add." She winks and giggles again. I could sense her mind scheming plans. Oh hell.

"And were is this conversation going?" I ask dryly, letting my eyes stare at her blankly. I hope she wasn't trying to make me go and confess to Daniel for the hundredth time in a row this year!

"It's going to were you confess your undying love to him." She exclaims while I roll my eyes. Now we are at hundred and one times.

"Felicia, my love for him is not undying ..its just a mere school crush.." I exclaim, hiding the hint of nervousness in my voice.

"Yeah, with you and all your pictures of him since you were 5 and throughout eternity." She got me at that one.

"Oh shut it...their just.. rembrance?" I try to convince her but she merely smirks and tosses her long main of blond hair over her shoulder. It reminded me of some of the scenes from "Bring it on" or any other prep movie she made me go to.

"What about the recent ones? And the poems and those little imaginative stories of him purposing to you-" Felicia went on and on about my obsessive passion for Daniel. God, just either shoot me now or at lest let me die with some pride knowing that I’m not some sort of lovesick puppy.

"Fine, I love him. Ok? So what? Not like the worlds gana stop spinning." I remarked with a tone of frustration as Felicia nods in agreement.

"Exactly. Now just go and confess to him." She smiles and pats me on the back before she made a grab for my right wrist, but was to slow for I was able to shift my arm out of the way. I could see the wheels turning in her mind and what she was planning.

"Over my dead body." I hiss, looking at my friend right in the eye. I wasn't going to do whatever she was proposing.

"Why? its just three little words." she says innocently, giving me her famous puppy dog eyes as I sigh.

"He has a girlfriend" I murmur, hoping it would get through her head that I couldn’t confess my feelings to him. Anglia will surly rip me to shreds before I could even say "Hi".

"And she's a slut, so what?" Felicia whispers in a singsong voice, imitating one of Anglia's many..different posses. (We are defiantly not going to describe that.)

"No." I answer flatly, giving Felicia a stern look before looking to my nails. Looks like they need a good visit to the nail saloon.

"Oh come on Lina-" Felicia attempts to say but I cut her off.

"I said no, meaning end of story." I hiss before stocking off, hoping I would get a good distance from her. Yet to my disappointment, She catches up and looks down to me with apologetic eyes.

"Fine..man you are stubborn." She mutters as we reach the exits doors that lead right outside to the setting sun. Obviously we were to engross with our conversation we happen to stay for half an hour, which explains the lack of students around us.

"Yup." I finally reply through the small silence before looking around the school grounds.

"Still coming over to his house after school?" I hear her inquire from beside me, her eyes shinning with some sort of anticipation.

"Yup." I hear her snort when I repeat the same answer.

"Good. I'm going too." She states with content eyes, a hint of mischief somehow made their way within her blue orbs.

"Mmk." I mutter with a shrug before slightly heading off, seeing Felicia shake her head in dismay.

"Try and use more words when speaking to him..unlike what you're doing to me." She sighs, rubbing her sore temples.

"Okay dokie." I wave back without looking over my shoulder, my eyes glued to the sidewalks that went along the rolling streets that were slowly engulfed in bits of shadows.

"Hopeless." I hear her whisper faintly to herself.

"Indeed, see you later." I call back as she mutters to herself not to talk behind my back since I had a six sense. ( I just call it great hearing though.)

'Well that was fun..' I note while walking down the old road. The sun was slowly setting within the west, letting the colors like soft purple, wild orange, scarlet red, and cotton candy pink highlight the underbellies of some scattered clouds within the distance.

The weather was beautiful, considering it was in mid January. Usually there was fresh powdered snow covering the trees and rolling mountains of flagstaff but intriguing enough, it was clear and the tempter wasn't to hot nor chilly. The San Frisco Peaks soar above the sky with power as I race down the sidewalks of local shops that were slowly, but surly opening up for the collage students whom lived to shop or just hang out at the clubs.

As I was about to pass by one of the local allies I see a small blur twitch slightly from my peripheral vision.

"What's that?" I questioned to myself suddenly, slowing down beside the ally that was just behind a pizza pallor. Looking back, I find a rather large shadow on the ground just a foot away behind a trash bin.

The first thought that crosses my mind was maybe it was a dear, A very lean dear that probably got run over and was pushed to the side. Yet, I thought again and wonder why would they shove it down a filthy ally that wasn’t close to the main street? Curious, I shift a bit trying to recognize the outline of the figure. My eyes went wide like a Dow’s when trapped in the spotlight.

"Oh my god.." My voice shook when I was fully looming over the figure and see something that paralyzes my body in sheer shock alone.

A/N: All right, second chapter is up. I think this is a little better than it was before since my pretence was pretty much horrific. I probably still have some errors but for now, this will due I you for reading ;D

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