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A Flash In The Night

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Chapter 1


     This is ridiculous! Did these girls want to get pregnant? It’s amazing how far some people will go to get attention.
     The flashing lights blinded me as I sat at the table. Kasey had left me in charge of purse-watching. Oh joy.
     It's not like it matters anyway. I don't even know why I came here... Oh, right, it was Kasey's birthday. But hadn't she already had a party? Then why was I stuck in a stuffy night club filled to the brim with hot, sweaty bodies? Ok, first of all, hadn’t these people ever heard of a shower? Or at least deodorant?
     The music was too loud; I couldn't think straight. My eyes closed as I rubbed my temples.
     "I have to get out of here." My voice was hoarse from all the fog machines in the room. "Kasey?! Where are you?!" I stood up and looked around the crowded room.
     I spotted her over near the far right corner, dancing engagingly in front of some strange guy. How many drinks had she had? Too much, obviously. I chuckled dryly.
     Pushing my way through the thrashing sweaty bodies, I finally made it to her and pulled her aside, ignoring the guy’s confused expression.
     “Shaylee, you’re ruining my fun!” The she whined babyishly.
     I tried to keep myself from sneering at her. No one calls me that, except my mother. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you Monday.” My voice came out more forcefully then I had intended.
     She didn’t even give any indication that she’d heard me. She just returned to dancing with the stranger.
     I didn’t really know her that well. Kasey Sanders was the head cheerleader at my school, Kendra Heatherland High, and I had only met her last week. The only reason she invited me to her stupid party was because I did her literature essay for her. I forgot why I even came. The girl was a total snob. Exactly the type of person that I’d normally try to avoid.
     I still had no idea what convinced me to come.
     My sweater was back on the table, and after I retrieved it I practically ran out the door, leaving the blinding lights and deafening music behind me.
     I took a deep breath of fresh, cool night air as I walked down the sidewalk. I only lived a few blocks away, so it wouldn’t take that long to walk home.
     The flimsy black fabric of my sweater wasn’t really doing me any good against the frosty night wind. The fact that I was wearing Kasey’s “party” clothes didn’t help. The girl had no sense of self preservation! She probably slept in a self heating electric blanket every night.
     The clothes she’d forced on me consisted of a way-too-short white shirt, black leggings, and a white, flowy tank-top with sequins and pink ribbons down the sides. The girls at the party had given me strappy pink heels to go a long with the whole outfit. The shoes were killing me, and I wasn’t much of a skirt person. Or a pink person. At all. So I knelt down for a second to take off the shoes and stuff them under my arm. The ground was cold under my bear feet, but I didn’t care.
     The freezing air actually helped my headache. It blasted through the stuffiness that the fog-machines had created and felt good on my hot skin. I felt my cheeks, and they were scorching. I didn’t doubt that one of those drunken teens had given me something. Great, now I was going to get sick. On a Friday. Wha hoo.
     All of a sudden I felt something on my nose. When I looked up, I felt it again, this time on my cheek. Then a few more times. It was rain. Crap! Now I was defiantly going to get sick.
     I picked up my pace as I crossed the street. But, unusually, the rain didn’t feel too cold. Actually, it felt… kind of good. My eyes drooped as I walked. I thought about my week at school. How I’d failed my history exam since I had to focus on Kasey’s essay. I thought about how much my Dad had hit my mom this week. More than usual. She’d forgotten to buy his favorite brand of beer. I was used to hiding in my room while they had their… disputes. I thought about how my gym coach loved to pick on me for no apparent reason. How many times can someone be forced to be hit with a hard rubber ball before they die?
     When I opened my eyes, I hadn’t realized how much time had passed. How long had I been walking? When I looked around my gaze was met with unfamiliar surroundings. Where the heck was I? The buildings were too close together… and there weren’t enough trees... How far had I walked exactly?
     I shivered. Suddenly the rain didn’t seem so comforting. I was soaked all the way through my clothes. My dark brown hair fell limp and flat on my scalp. I looked around nervously, trying to find something familiar, something to point me towards home. There was nothing.
    Suddenly I heard something. It sounded somewhat like a twig breaking. Footsteps. But when I turned around there was no sign of anything… or anyone. I picked up my pace anyway.
     A lump started to form in the back of my throat and my stomach shifted uneasily. I hugged myself, trying to hold in as much warmth as I could.
     Another sound. A whooshing sound this time. Like something soaring through the wind. But once again there was nothing there when I looked up.
     The sky was black. Clouds obscured the stars except in one spot where a few beams of moonlight broke through. It was enough light to see, but just barely.
     I walked again in silence, the fear inside of me growing every passing second. It swelled until it was like a warped creature of the night trailing in my shadow, preparing to take over me at any moment.  
     I think I’m starting to go crazy. You know, just a little…
     There it was again! Another whooshing sound. A few milliseconds afterwards there was a series of footsteps. I spun around, a small, desperate whimper slipping from my lips. It was too dark to see anything. I spun back around and took off running as fast as my feet would carry me.
     I splashed through puddles of mud and God knows what else as I sprinted from my invisible enemy. When I heard another whooshing sound I almost fell over my own to feet, and dropped Kasey’s shoes. I didn’t even bother to go back to get them.
     Stone cold fear and adrenaline fueled my speed. But I slipped over a raised part of the concrete sidewalk and tripped, skinning both of my knees and my right elbow. I didn’t even think about Kasey’s precious clothes getting ruined.
     Scrambling to my feet, I started running again. But my stream of adrenaline-powered speed had been broken by my fall. The whooshing sound was getting louder. My feet were throbbing, as well as every other point on my body.
     I saw something in the darkness, approaching me quickly as I ran. I realized what it was a second too late.
     Someone had left their trash out.
     Suddenly, something grabbed my wrist before I could fall over it.
     The person’s grip was like iron. I was pulled into a small, dark alley. A cold hand covered my mouth and powerful arms wrapped around me before I could utter a scream.
     “Shh,” A hushed, soothing voice warned.
     My mother tells me all the time about the dangers late at night. Sick men, murderers, killers, and many other twisted people roamed the streets. It was never safe to be outside alone. Was this going to end like that? I had so many things I had wanted to do in my life. Go to Hawaii… Meet the love of my life… Stand up to my father…
     No! I couldn’t let it end like this!
     I screamed against the person’s hand and thrashed around, but their hold was frozen. My hands were pulled together behind my back with one hand while the other tightened it’s grip against my mouth.
     “You wouldn’t want to make this harder, would you?” The voice asked. It was defiantly male. His tone was smooth and velvety. It made me sleepy…
     When I didn’t answer, he chuckled. There was a hint of desperation in his small laugh that made me wonder. “I thought not.”
     I managed to look up at my captor. Strange… He didn’t look that much older than me. It was dark, though, so I couldn’t see him clearly. But the thing that startled me the most was his eyes.
     They seemed to glow in the tiny beams of moonlight that filtered through the thick blur of clouds. Captivating… blazing… They shown a dark and mystifying shade of crimson in the darkness. The rest of him was obscured in shadows.
     Then the crimson eyes turned to me. There was some hidden emotion that I could not understand buried within them as his gaze traveled over my face.
     He fixed his grip on my mouth, causing me to look straight ahead.
     My head was hurting, now, with the rain, the cold, and the newfound confusion of my situation. What was going on? If I knew right, red was not a normal color for eyes… right?
     As my sight adjusted to the shadows of the alley, I saw that there was something in the sky. A few things, actually.
     Then, suddenly, right before my startled gaze, five beings dropped from the air, landing, deranged, in the middle of the muddy street with the help of large, crumpled, bat-like wings. I wasn’t sure if they were human, or… something else. Their skin was pasty and rough, and each creature had long, oily dark hair. Their nails were black and chipped, and their teeth were a hideous yellow color. No, not teeth… their fangs. Each one was unnaturally thin and each bone in their body was pointy and crooked.
     I felt the boy look up. “Crap!” He muttered violently, and his grip on my wrist tightened. He pulled me even farther back into the shadows. “If you value your life, you’ll be as quiet as you possibly can.” He hissed, and I was suddenly pressed against his body.
     Now, even though I knew the circumstance I was in, I couldn’t help but blush furiously as I felt his strong chest on my back.
     What happened next made me scream involuntarily against the boy’s hand. “Be quiet!” His breath was cold on my neck, his voice surprisingly loud in my ear.
     Terror wrapped its clawed hands around my neck as yet another figure dropped from the sky. This one was clearly male: Large upper-body and short spiky hair. But that hadn’t been what made me scream. Except with his huge bat wings, he wasn’t like the other five. He had abnormally large muscles, and his hair was whiter than snow, as well was his skin. But that hadn’t been what made me scream. His face was so wicked, so cruel, that it made my skin crawl. He wasn’t ugly. Not at all. If anything, he was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. But it was just so evil… Whenever his gaze fell over our hiding place, I felt like cold fingers were running down my spine. The most terrifying thing about him was his eyes. They glowed in the darkness, redder than the setting sun. They were nothing like my captor’s. The man’s made me want to run away and jump off a cliff. I had to fight the urge to scream again.
     The man lifted his head, like he was sniffing the air. I started to tremble.
     “She was just here…” He mumbled, his mouth twisting into an annoyed sneer. The boy holding me backed even further into the alley.
     “You think he got to her first?” One of the bat creatures asked in a snake-like voice.
     “No… He couldn’t have. There’d be a massacre here.” Suddenly he stared into the alley. “… Or not.” He took some steps forward. Once he was a few yards away, he stopped and let out a hiss that made me want to curl up under a rock and never come out again.
     When he was closer I could make out more of his features. His ears were slightly pointed, and his bones were very angled and carved. When he hissed I saw that he had sharp fangs as well. Great. Just great.
     “Nicolae!” The man shouted, his red eyes filled with rage. The boy behind me stiffened and I heard him take a deep breath.
     “Juan.” My captor spat, grabbing my wrist when it slipped out of his hand. I grunted in protest, and felt a smirk in his voice. “Come to steal because you can’t even catch your own prey anymore?” The boy inquired, his tone amused, all of his formal fear evidently pushed back.
     Prey? I thought, my eyes widening in fear. God, I just wanted to go home and sleep!
     The man, Juan apparently, sneered once again. “I told you to stay off my territory.”
     “Oh, I’m sorry. I seem to have forgotten. Oops.” While feeling him shrug, I detected some serious sarcasm in his voice. Juan’s jaw hardened and he crossed his arms.
     “You know the consequences.” He hissed, his red eyes flashing.
     “Ah, yes. I haven’t forgotten those. I also assume that you know that I don’t abide by those rules.”
     Juan gnashed his teeth. “Then you will suffer.”
     “I look forward to this little game.” The boy said, the smirk still evident in his voice.
     My captor knelt, as if ready to spring. And then suddenly we were both airborne. He had jumped! Right over Juan’s head, and over the bat creature’s as well! He then started running down the street, back the way I had come. No, “running” is an understatement. More like “darting-at-speeds-impossible-for-any-living-thing”! The ground blurred beneath us as he lifted me into his arms, his hand finally uncovering my mouth. But I was too speechless to say anything. The rain drops were stinging my face, so I dug my head into his damp, black shirt. I felt him chuckle slightly, but there was no hint of sarcasm or annoyance in it…
     Despite everything that had happened, I felt strangely safe with him. Heck, and I didn’t know his name! This was getting very complicated…
     Suddenly I felt myself being pulled away from him. He set me down. I opened my eyes. We were in another alley? I fell to my knees and rubbed my wrist where he’d been holding it. When I looked up I finally got a good look at him.
     About my age, he was pale a well. Almost as pale as Juan, but not quite. But, unlike Juan, he had messy blonde hair that varied in shades. In some spots it was yellowish, and some almost white. But you could only notice if you were looking hard and close... And I was. He was wearing a simple outfit: Blue jeans, a black button-down shirt, and a black jacket. He flashed a smile at me and I noticed that his teeth were very white.
     But that wasn’t the reason my heart skipped a beat.
     He was… Well, I don’t want to compare him to Juan. Juan was evilly handsome. Devilishly. But this boy… He was the most glorious person I’d ever seen in my life. His scarlet eyes contrasted marvelously with his pastel skin. His smooth chin, prominent cheek bones, and long eyelashes would but any angel that I knew of to shame.
     “Hello miss,” He enchanted me with his velvety voice again. “I’m Raphael Nicholae.” He smiled at me. I was speechless.
     When I didn’t speak for a few seconds, he scowled. “I know you can scream, but can you talk?” Yet there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.
     That knocked me back to my senses. “I’m Shay Calloway.” I muttered, and stood up slowly. He was leaning against the alley wall, looking at me oddly. I probably looked like a mess in my drenched, ripped clothes and matted hair. I could stare at this boy for hours, but I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.
     After a few seconds he sighed and straightened up. He took a step closer to me, but I was too mesmerized to move at all. He came closer until he was less than a foot away.  
     “I’m sorry, Shay… That you will never be able to know any of this.” He then reached forward and pressed a finger to my neck. Before I knew it I was fading, blackness taking over my vision.
     Then I passed out in his arms.
ok heres my story called, "A Flash In The Night." This is in the fan fiction section because Stephenie Mayer's books (Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse) inspired this story. Although my vampires are quite different from Stephenie's.

now, I'm kind of new at this deviant art thing, so it'll get better. lol!

please give me contructive citisizm and/or complements, or anything that will help me improve.

if you add my story to your favourites please tell me why! ^-^

thanks for reading,
SG
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