Heyy!!
So i guess my last world kinda failed....OOPS.
Anyway, this time it WONT!
My world this time is clled Fyre... that is the name of the story i am going to be posting
But im not just posting stories.....
.....I'm also going to be posting questions that i want people to reply to.....
.....So you all better keep reading if you like good stories with blood and bite you ... hehe. i wont finish that sentance!!
KEEP READING!@#??
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Prologue...part 2!
“Your kind are nothing more than filthy, murdering bloodsuckers!” her voice was so venomous, so unlike my mothers. The man’s voice joined hers, lower and threatening now.
“Don’t test my patience, Elizabeth. You married one of my men. Now tell me where the necklace is.”
Necklace? My hands felt heavy with the weight of it. I wanted to run out of my hiding place and shove it into the man’s hands, yet I still couldn’t move. Why. Why. Why?
“You will never find it,” my mother spat, “I’ve hidden it far from you. Face it Dimitri, you’ve lost.”
Dimitri. The man’s name. Dimitri. I replayed the name in my head.
There was a sharp cry of metal, a scream and a thump as something hit the floor. My mouth opened and I realised that I was no longer frozen, yet now I wished I was. The man’s, Dimitri’s, voice cut through the silence that had followed the thump.
“Such a pity to waste someone so beautiful,” There was a slight pause, “Aaron, burn the place down. If the necklace is here, will be able to find it after everything is destroyed.”
The sounds of their footsteps faded and within seconds were gone. Now able to move, I cautiously pushed the wardrobe door open.
Blood.
As I looked at the room the first thing I saw was blood. Then my mind registered everything else. Her hair lay tangled around her head. Her body was twisted at odd angles on the floor. Her white clothes were now flecked with red spots.
Gone. It was as clear as daylight. My mother was gone. She would never read stories to me again. Never tuck me in at night. Her lifeless eyes stared at nothing.
A piercing noise rented the air. Instinctively I went to cover my ears, then I realised that it was a scream. My scream. I quickly shut my mouth. Jumping up, I turned to the door; I couldn’t stay here in this room full of blood. I ran out into the hallway and stumbled. Smoke from the front of the house effulged me. They had started a fire.
Turning back down the hall, I ran to the back door and threw it open, gasping in the fresh air. Blinking in the dark, I tried to stop the tears that threatened to overpower me. I was meant to do something. Go somewhere.
“Oi! Who are you?” a male’s voice spoke from behind me, causing me to realise that the trouble wasn’t over. Leave me alone, I wanted to scream, yet I still couldn’t get my mouth to form words.
4.
Instead I turned around, clutching the necklace like a lifeline. The man was tall, his long brown hair making him look unkempt. His eyes roved over me, coming to rest at the necklace in my hands.
You must protect it at all costs.
My mother’s words mocked me. I was eight years old, how was I meant to escape this tall buffoon? RUN. I followed my instinct. Turning back around, I ran towards the massive forest that backed onto our yard.
Just as I reached the edge, a hand grasped my ankle and sent me sprawling. I’d barley gone five feet. The necklace flew from my grip, landing at the edge of the tree.
You must protect it at all costs.
“Give up.” the man snarled, his face getting closer to mine. Too close. Flipping, I raised my legs and kicked him in the chest, throwing as much power as I could into it. It wasn’t much, yet it distracted him. I jumped up again and grabbed the necklace, scrambling for the woods.
I heard him follow with that super speed of his and turned. Catching him off guard, I kicked him in between his legs. His scream rented the air but I was already running. Kicking a guy in their privates hurt, even if they were mean.
Don’t look back. Keep running. Don’t look back.
I didn’t, I ran.
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Prologue...part 1!
The smell of the fire wafted over to me where I lay sprawled on the couch, my mother’s voice making my eyes drop.
“The princess collapsed into his arms, grateful that the prince had saved her.”
The room was warm and the pictures on the walls danced in the firelight as if by magic. I yawned loudly.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” my mother said, standing up from her position on the floor. Her long, dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, resting at the centre of her back. Her blue eyes danced, sparkling as always. She looked beautiful, as if she was the princess from the books.
The only thing that was missing was her prince. Father had left when I was one, that had been seven years ago.
“Will he ever come back for us?” I whispered, muffling another yawn. She gave me a smile, instantly knowing who I was thinking of.
“Believe this, Rochelle. Your father loved you. He left to save us, and no matter what happens to him or me, we’ll always be with you.”
I smiled back at her, wishing that when I grew up I could be just like her. She was always so calm and collected. Gracefully, she walked over and sat at the end of the couch, fingering her necklace. It was as beautiful as her, a silver firefly dangling on a long, fine chain. It was apparently the last thing she had of father, who had given it to her the night he left.
I watched as her eyes drifted, obviously thinking of a time and place where her world had been a happy one. We sat like that for a long while, both lost in thought.
Did they love each other? Did they meet at a ball? Did they dance all night? My thoughts were interrupted by a thunderous pounding on the front door, the visitor obviously impatient. Who would knock on our door at this hour?
I looked at my mother and realised that something was wrong. Her face was frozen, fear lining it. Her hands began to tremble. What was going on? As if she’d been punched, she jumped up and gripped my hand, forcing me off the couch.
“Quickly Rochelle, you must hide.”
Something was definitely wrong. I allowed her to drag me off into the hallway. The pounding on the door was continuous, the thumping like a drill in my head. We didn’t stop moving until we reached my bedroom, the pink walls offering none of their usual comfort.
2.
She pulled me along until we were at my closet, bending down to my eye level. She rested her hands on my shoulders and forced me to look into her deep eyes, the pressure of her hands beginning to hurt.
“Listen to me, Firefly. You must stay hidden, no matter what you see, no matter what you hear, you must not come out,” she shook me lightly, making my head bob up and down in agreement, ”Do you understand Rochelle? You must not come out.”
Ignoring the fear that was creeping into me, I nodded vigorously. There was a frantic look in her eyes that made me realise just how serious the situation was. The thumping on the door had stopped, filling the house with an eerie silence. Mum paused slightly, and then she opened the wardrobe door and pushed me inside.
“When they leave, you must run. Do not stop, do not look back. Run into the woods as far and fast as you can,” I nodded again, “Hide there until a boy named Jesse comes. Ok? Remember that name.”
I nodded another time. Jesse, Jesse, Jess. I began repeated his name in my head. My mother reached up and unclasped her Firefly necklace, the thing I had got my nickname from, shoving it gently into my hands.
“This is what they want. Protect it at all costs.”
I felt tears forming. “You’re hiding with me aren’t you?”
I wasn’t the only one about to cry. Her blue eyes became stormy, more like an ocean than the sky. A bigger crash at the door, yet it all seemed so far away.
“I will always be with you, Firefly.”
Before I could stop her, she closed the door, leaving me in darkness. No. No. No. I tried to push the door open yet I couldn’t make my arms move. I tried screaming yet my voice wouldn’t work.
I heard the sounds of approaching footsteps as someone entered my room. Voices finally filled the room.
“My dear Princess,” an unfamiliar, husky voice spoke, “We have you cornered at last.”
I heard a smack as someone hit the wardrobe. My mother’s voice joined the husky one. “Go to hell. I’ll never be yours.”
What was she talking about? I still couldn’t speak or move. The man must have known what she was talking about because his laughter began filling the room, laughter that was so cool I felt the temperature drop. “My dear Elizabeth, Why do you always act as if we are at war? Our kind is just as cruel as yours.”
His kind? What war? Unanswered questions began making me dizzy. What was going on?
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