Chapter 1- Pranksters—Prologue
Ok, so I'm pretty sure a lot of you are really mad at me for not posting in a really long time, and I'm really sorry! While I've been gone for so long, I decided I was going to start up the sequel as well as something new I conjured up. Mostly, im just posting this for my good friend Poyo cause she said she would be really interested, and so here it is!! :] This is dedicated to you! Hope its good…lol (the prologue is from a completely different point of view than the main character. the prologue is from a guys POV first person and the rest of the story is from Sofie's POV first person. I wont be switching again, but this part of the story needs to be known. ) :D
It was dark outside, the air damp from the rain shower that had just finished a few minutes ago. A light drizzle had taken its place, and I tipped my face up to meet the small drops. They were cold on my skin, but it didn't bother me. I liked it. I'd always liked the rain, liked the way it refreshed me after a long, weary hunt, or a fun game.
Beside me were my companions, four others that were crouched in the dark underbrush by the edge of the highway leading into the tiny town of Creakwood. They were just as silent and expectant as I was, prancing a few excited steps before rolling their shoulders irritably, trying to calm themselves. I understood their unease and restlessness, I understood the reason they no longer wanted to wait to play our game.
When I glanced at them, hearing the soft, distant sound of an engine, I saw the sparks light in their eyes, saw their excitement flame. Their whole bodies quivered in delight as they jumped and twitched and rolled their shoulders. My own body begged to react just as giddily, but I possessed more control over myself than they did, and so I kept still in the darkness and listened as the roar of the engine grew louder.
"It's here!" giggled the only female of our group, her voice lilting and excited.
Usually she wasn't so outgoing, didn't show her emotions as easily as she was now, but the excitement changed all of them in ways none of them could explain.
"I can't wait any longer." Said one of my companions, but at that point I was too far gone to be able to tell who it was that had spoken.
My mind was whirling with too many emotions, too many sensations, to be able to concentrate on more than one thing. I could feel the air shift every time a rain drop fell past me, I could smell the damp soil, I could hear the engine of that Dodge Ram fifteen hundred, four by four truck coming down the road as if it were right next to me.
"Let's go." I said softly, and then we all bolted at the same time.
Our bodies sprung forward like coils held down too long, bursting through the bushes and springing out into the middle of the road like demons emerging from a hell hole. The lights of the truck were bright enough to blind any normal person, but all of our eyes merely adjusted, our pupils stretching to swarm our eyes. I could see through the headlights, straight into the face of the startled man behind the wheel. The horn blew, and that seemed to be our signal, urging our bodies to move. I jumped, the air blowing past me, the rain spraying me in the face, blowing back my white blond hair, and landed on the roof of the truck. I could hear the man shout in shock, felt the truck swerve sharply, and bent down to a crouch on the dented metal. The truck kept going, though, flying down the road, and a wide grin spread over my lips.
The adrenaline rush was incredible, rushing through my veins like liquid fire. My heart raced in my chest, hard and fast, pounding out a jagged rhythm. It was the only time it ever beat, either when I was out to hunt, or out for our little games we played.
With a loud, exuberant whoop, I threw my arms in the air and began pounding out a rhythm on his roof. There was laughter from my companions, an echoing, eerie sound that the rain seemed to carry around me. They were running along side the truck, making faces at the driver from outside his window, laughing when he would cringe.
I heard a thump behind me, and more laughter, a lilting sound, and knew it was her. She grinned at me as she stood on the bed of the truck, her eyes twinkling. There was another, louder sound, like a deep crunch that made she and I flinch. The man inside the truck screamed in shock, and we looked up to see what had caused it. We barely caught a glimpse of our friend perched on the hood of the truck, snarling into the glass, hands planted on the windshield, baring his fangs, before the truck swerved wildly and tumbled off the road. The metal groaned and the wheels whirred as it tipped onto its side and rolled down the hill next to the highway.
I felt my companions run up beside me, breathing hard, watching in utter shock as it continued to roll and then slammed into the ditch like a defeated titan, metal groaning and creaking. The man inside was silent, and we all knew what we had done. The night was quiet, as if it were shunning us for what we had just done, and I felt a sudden, red hot fury take over my limbs as I whirled.
"What were you thinking, jumping on the hood?" I snapped, glaring at the culprit.
He flinched, taking a small step back, glaring at me. His dark brown hair was wet, clinging to his forehead and dripping rain.
"Hey, c'mon." he insisted, frowning, and I snarled.
"You idiot." I growled at him, clenching my fists, flexing my fingers.
My hands tingled with the need to hit him, take out my anger on him. We were fools, pranksters that loved to taunt humans. One day it would be our demise, but we couldn't resist the urge. We were new, adoring our new abilities like a mother loved her new child, and we could never seem to stop. Sighing, I breathed in deep and closed my eyes. I was being foolish; this was just as much my fault as theirs, if not more. I was the leader of our tiny coven, just slightly older than the rest of them, and it had been my decision to take them out tonight and pull a prank.
"What should we do?" asked our brown haired female softly, having reverted back to her usual, calm self.
"Go check on him." I said to her, a tiny gritting in my voice, staring down at the truck. "See if he's dead."
"But…" she began, but I shook my head.
"I know. Just go see." I sighed.
Nodding, she jumped, soaring through the air and then landing next to the truck. She took tentative steps towards it, pausing as something seemed to occur to her.
"There's no heart beat." She said softly, but we could all hear her as easily as if she were next to us.
We all glanced at each other nervously, panic starting to boil up inside us. This was not what I intended to happen, but what else could I have expected? I was an idiot for taking them out here tonight. None of us had ever come near this town, never even heard of it. We didn't know if there were any other covens here, and so that posed a slight problem I had been too crazed to consider.
"I smell gasoline." She said sharply, and then bolted up the side of the hill, her body blurring at the speed she moved, and suddenly she was beside me.
She glared down at the truck as if it were some predator out to harm her, and then suddenly, the truck seemed to groan softly, and then explode. The fire was so bright we all had to squint. Golden oranges and terrible reds lit up the entire lonesome highway, sent the trees nearby glowing with it.
I could just barely see past the fire, barely see the skeletal framework of what was left of the truck.
"We need to get out of here." whispered one of my companions in a slow, careful voice.
He stepped up next to me, and I looked at him.
"Someone will see the glow and come." He said to me, and I shook my head.
"They are already coming." I said to him, and glanced down the road.
It stretched off into the distance, disappearing into the woods that surrounded it, almost as if the darkness swallowed it whole. The look of it almost gave me an eerie feeling, but what sent the cold chills up my skin was the presence of those like us coming our way, but they were infinitely stronger. I knew my companions felt it too, for they tensed and took hesitant steps back.
Turning, I gave them glares, halting their movements immediately. I knew how the stronger ones of us worked, had seen them and how they acted in the last few moments of my human life.
"Don't run." I warned them sharply, narrowing my eyes at them. "It will only excite them. They are only here to inspect their territory."
"And when they see what we have done on their territory?" demanded the one who had run the human off the road. "What then?"
The air shifted around us, a sharp pulse that made the wind barrel in circular movements. In seconds, before any of us could even blink or ready ourselves, we were surrounded by four. They were tall and pale, wearing casual human clothes, jeans and t-shirts, whites and greens. We looked like goth teenagers compared to them, wearing black zip-up hoodies and boots. For a long, silent minute, they stared at us, penetrating stares with cold eyes that had seen much more blood than we ever had.
One of them glanced down the hill towards the ditch where the truck was still flaming, roaring with fire that reached up taller than I had expected it would, licking at the air like demonic tongues out of hell.
"That was Arnold, I think." said the woman, tilting her head. "Wasn't he yours?"
She glanced towards the man who stood next to me, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted down at little. He wasn't so much taller than me, but I was only nineteen and five feet nine inches, and he was older than I was.
"Yes, he was." He grumbled, and his lips spread thinly to bear his fangs at me.
He had a strong, fierce face, the kind of face that would intimidate little children and make teenagers uneasy. All I did, though, was spread my lips and bear my fangs right back at him. He snorted and jerked his head a little in a small irritated movement.
"This was an accident." I informed them, meeting their silent gazes. "We didn't mean to cause harm."
Which was half a lie.
"Oh, don't play us for fools." Huffed the woman who had first spoken, flipping back her blond, highlighted hair. "I can tell just by looking at you that you're one of those stupid little Vampires, one of those new born who's Sire's didn't stick around."
I narrowed my eyes at her, and she just smirked. She stood there with her hip popped out, sort of the way my female companion did when she was mocking one of us. It seemed to be a trait most girls carried, Vampire or not.
"We'll just be on our way." I said to them, waving my hand broadly. "We won't come back again."
"Actually," said the intimidating man, staring at me with a glint in his eyes. "I think you all will be staying."
"You just killed one of our Slave's, and we need a few replacements…" smiled the woman again, her eyes twinkling.
Frowning, I looked around at the rest of my coven, meeting their eyes. They didn't seem too happy with the idea of working for others, but I knew what was best for them, and running around pranking and taunting humans was not in their best interest. Turning with my chin raised, I looked at the vampires that had come to inspect the glow of the fire.
"What do we need to do?" I asked them.