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Well, I'll post the first chapter...Here it is.... Chapter One It was midnight. The glowing moon bathed the forest in silvery light, throwing everything into sharp shadows. I inhaled deeply, the smell of pine lingered in my nostrils. Free at last. Free from that hellish school. Free to do what I wanted to do with my life, not what I was destined for. I sank to the needle covered floor. I suddenly felt exhausted. I dropped my head onto my knees and took deep breaths. The memory of yesterday flickered beneath my closed lids. * * * * * It was October 13th, my birthday, the day that I turned sixteen. I was sitting on my hard bed with thirteen different photos clasped in my shaking hand. The pain that swept through my body was mind boggling. I had never felt such misery before. It ripped at my heart, tore it to pieces. In my hand I held pictures of the life that I might have had, the family that was almost mine. The family that I was snatched from the day of my birth. A new emotion ripped at me. It was anger. Blinding, blood thirsty anger. Those monsters. They took me away from my mother, from my father. The people who had created me. My own flesh and blood. I had stood up and stuffed the pictures angrily into a wooden box. I then threw that box roughly under my bed. I stormed out of the room. I needed to get my anger out somehow. Somehow without hurting anybody, or myself. I was so done with hurting anybody. That was what I had been raised for. To fight. To kill. To exterminate. To use my powers for evil. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist. My feet were flying, taking me to where I needed to be without me even having to think. There was a monster inside of me, trying to claw its way out. I started running, running from the monster, from myself. I was a monster. How many people had died at my hand? Twenty? Thirty? Fifty? Innocent creatures with families who they loved. Love. The word made me want to spit. There was no love in this place. Only hate. This was a place of pure hatred. I was at school, if you could even consider this sick place a school. The school was hidden in a thick forest away from civilization, away from people who might notice what we were doing. We were being trained. Trained to be emotionless evil beings. To kill first and ask questions later. Trained to use our gift to hurt people. That cursed gift. That gift had ruined my life. It was destroyed now, there was no turning back the clock. As I flew down the hall I passed a mirror. I caught sight of my reflection from the corner of my eye. I stopped, shocked, that that girl could possibly be me. She was tall and strong looking, with long lean limbs. Her hair fell like a thick and glossy curtain to her waist. Her skin was snow white, with a flush of color in her cheeks. Her eyes, wide with surprise, were a deep violet color. It was not my face that had surprised me, but the expression on it. I had been under the impression that my teeth were gritted together in anger, that I had drawn my dark eyebrows low over those strange violet eyes to give myself a menacing look. I had been wrong. My face was twisted in an expression of unholy pain. My mouth was turned down in a grimace, my eyebrow pulled up in the middle giving me a pathetic look of weakness. But it was the eyes that really caught me off guard. The deep violet color, usually hardened over, was glowing bright. Shining from a pain directly from my mangled heart. My long dark eyes lashes were stuck together in little clumps from the wetness leaking from them. I was crying. The anger that lashed out was sudden and intense. My expression didn’t change, but there was a slight hardening of my eyes. The tears continued to stream down my face. I had not cried since I was three years old. I thought that I had lost that ability. Apparently not. My reflections mouth dropped into a perfect ‘o’. The screech that I emitted sounded like that of a tortured animal. It hurt my ears. I let my fist snap out and smash into the glass. It shattered, sending sparkling bits in every direction. Blood dripped down the gash in my knuckles. I ignored it, I had had worse. The sound of feet running down the hall reached my ears. My scream of fury shattered the sound barrier. It echoed from the halls. Whoever was running skidded to a stop then started running with grater speed, toward me. I turned around slowly and crossed my arms over my chest. I waited for the person to catch up. “Lily?” It was Master. I felt the inclination to dip into a curtsey but suppressed it. I pressed my lips into a thin line. “What is the meaning of all of this?” “I’m done,” I spat at him. “I quit.” His thick black eyebrows disappeared up under his greasy head of black hair. “You can’t quit.” He tried to keep his voice in control but his anger had seeped in nonetheless. “I can and I am.” I kept my voice even and cool. “I’m done killing innocent creatures.” He chuckled darkly and began to pace in front of me. “Lily, we only kill dangerous creatures who threaten humans. That what we witches must do. It is a grim job but, alas, we must do it.” He let his face slip into a resigned look. It was only slightly over done. “Those creatures,” I hissed at him. “have families.” Master suddenly smiled and set his hand on my shoulder. I slapped it away. “I see what this is about,” he sighed. “You miss your family.” A flame lashed out from within me. “I don’t! I don’t even know them! But still, I know what it’s like to have your life ripped out from under you. You did it to me when I was just a baby.” I glared at him icily. Master nodded slowly. He kneaded his forehead. “Lily, dear,” he said. I growled. “When our spy called in and told us that a violet eyed baby had just been born, I had to come and fetch you. To raise you. To train you.” “You had to do no such thing!” I yelled. “You could have left me with my parents. Left me to grow up a normal girl! Well it’s to ! Well it’s too late for that, now.” “It is to late.” His expression changed from a weary, slightly frustrated one to an oddly cold one that made me shiver. “Since you were a baby you have showed exceptional talent. Your untamable emotions give your powers strength. You are the most powerful witch here, well, besides myself.” I ground my teeth together. “I will never kill again,” I vowed. “It is you’re destiny.” “Well, I’m choosing my own destiny,” I said coolly. He glared at me. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” His tone frightened me. He reached out with one hand, as if to grab my arm. Something inside of me snapped. My hand flew out in front of me. A flash of blinding silver light and a deafening boom. Then silence. I gasped. Master was lying on the floor at an odd angle. His neck was crooked and his legs were bent awkwardly. Oh no. I knelt and pressed my ear to his chest. The sound of his beating heart echoed in my ear. I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t dead. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t do this anymore. I was no longer killing “dangerous” creatures. I wouldn’t be a monster anymore. * * * * I raised my head from my knees. Tears were streaming down my dirty face. My chest heaved with sobs. My heart ached. It had been ripped and mangled so much that I wasn’t even sure it was a heart anymore. The sound of a twig snapping echoed off the trees. Normally I would have snapped my head up but I was to distracted by my pain to take much notice. I did however look up when I heard a faint gasping sound. A young man, somewhere around my age, was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. “Who are you?” he asked softly. “My name is Lily…Stone,” I quickly made up. A small stone lying next to his foot had caught my eye. “William Calloway,” he said. His voice was low and gentle. Absolutely beautiful. He knelt and extended a hand out to me. “Is there something wrong?” I took his hand and he tugged me with one swift jerk to my feet. I shook my head then eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing out so late?” His expression faltered and then his calm mask returned. “Just out for a stroll.” I recognized the lie one the first word. “Me too.” I lied right back. He chuckled. He had a nice laugh. Low and ringing. “Fine, so I’m not out for a stroll. But I don’t exactly know you and…” “And I might be dangerous,” I finished for him. He nodded, looking guilty. “Sorry.” I shrugged. “Trust me, I know about danger,” I mumbled. I had meant for it to be so low that he couldn’t hear it but appa rently William had excellent hearing. His eyebrows arched. I cleared my throat and took a step away from him, out of the shadows and into the moonlight. William’s roar of fury startled me. I instantly backed away from him. “What the hell was that about?” I yelled at him. He glared at me with a look of pure hatred. “You’re a witch!” he spat at me. I blinked, shocked and lowered my outstretched arms. “What? No! No, I’m not a witch!” “Liar!” he hissed. “You’re one of them. The violet eyes. The evil ones!” I growled at him, low and menacing. He crouched into a low position, his lips pulled back over his glistening teeth. I saw how the moon reflected off their perfection. And I saw how his canines were long and pointed. Vampire. “You’re a vampire!” I whispered in surprise. He hissed and launched himself at me. I waved one hand and he dropped to the ground howling and withering in pain. “I’m sorry! Reflex.” He glared up at me with glassy eyes. Now that we were out of the shadows I could see that they were a stunning emerald green. “You’re a murderer. You killed my family!” he roared. I didn’t attempt to defend myself this time. I let him tackle me to the ground, startle my chest, and begin pounding on my face. I lay sprawled on the ground, holding perfectly still, taking each blow with the knowledge that I deserved it. I was a murderer. He shouldn’t be hitting me, he should be killing me. Beating someone who didn’t fight back didn’t seem to cut it for William. He stopped punching my face and stared at me with a combination of anger and confusion. I stared back without emotion. “I deserved that,” I said simply. “Damn right,” he growled, then blinked in surprise. “What?” “I deserved that,” I repeated. His emerald eyes widened. “What do you mean?” he asked slowly. He was still startling my chest. “I mean that I deserved that. How much clearer do I have to be?” I asked icily. He blinked and then slowly climbed off of me. I rubbed my ribs that he had j been crushing. A twig snapped nearby. He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into a tree. “You have friends with you?” he growled. I laughed coldly. “I have no friends.” His grip relaxed and he let me crumple to the ground. “What are you doing out here?” he asked me, staring at my crumpled form. I pulled myself to my feet. “Running away,” I said bitterly. “I’m done with that place.” His beautiful eyes widened further. “What?” “Slow, aren’t you?” I said harshly. He took several steps away as I pulled myself to my feet. “Look,” I said impatiently crossing my arms. “If you want to kill me, just get it over with.” I lifted my thick hair from my neck and leaned my head to the right side. “Go on. Bite me.” To my surprise he took a step forward, his face hardened with grim determination. My heart leapt but I remained still, keeping my hair pulled back from my neck. I expected, and deserved, for him to kill me, but I had not expected him to be so willing. Something in his ey flickered. He paused for a moment, then let out and ear-splitting yell and fell to the ground. I gasped as I saw Master standing beside him, one arm outstretched. He was smiling down at William, who lay motionless on the floor, with a twisted smile on his face. He looked up, saw me standing frozen on the spot, and his sick smile widened. “Lily…Stone was it?” His grin widened, if possible, further. “Giving up without a fight. You’ve changed much in so little time, dear Lily.” He continued to leer at me. I let my hair fall back down to cover my neck and raised my chin high. My eyes flickered downward and saw that William was stirring on the ground. “I have changed,” I said softly. William was pulling himself to his feet, his ey were pinned on Master’s back. I met his gaze and nodded slightly. “For the better. NOW!” William jumped and landed on Master’s back. He wrapped his strong arms around Master’s chest, pinning his arms at his side, and positioned his head so that his fangs were at the Master’s neck. Master’s eyes widened and he began thrashing around, attempting to throw William off. William sank his teeth into Master’s neck, who howled in pain and dropped to the ground. William rolled off his back and turned on me, his eyes had a slightly crazy gleam in them. He took a step forward and I lifted my hair again. Again there was a slight flicker in his eyes. He stopped and stood there staring at my pale neck, glowing white in the moonlight. He shook his head as if to rid his mind of bad thoughts, and stepped forward. He grabbed my arms and leaned in to bite me. I kept my eyes open, staring at Master on the ground. William’s lips brushed my neck, I felt his teeth graze my skin softly. Again he hesitat “Go on,” I said, my voice shaking. He sank his teeth into my neck. I screamed, though I had planned not to. He pulled his mouth back and stared into my eyes. He looked horrified. “NO!” I yelled. Master was at his feet. He slashed the air. Without thinking I flung myself in front of William. There was a searing pain in my chest and I fell to the floor. “No!” William yelled. I lay gasping in pain on the floor. I pressed my hands against the wound, attempting to stem the flow. Warm, sticky blood coursed through my fingers. I gasped and pulled my hands away, feeling sick as I saw the thick crimson blood that glistened in the moonlight. I heard a scream, and knew it wasn’t my own. There was a thud and suddenly someone’s arms were around me. I stared blearily upward. My eyes locked with William’s. “No,” he breathed. I leaned my head back and gasped in pain. Let it end, I begged silently. Let me die, please. The pain was too much for me to handle. My neck burned where William had bi bitten me and the gash across my chest stung horribly. I closed my eyes, tears seeping out from beneath their lids. When I opened them I realized that William was still staring at me. “Lily,” he said softly. Then he pulled my limp body closer and pressed his lips against mine. For a moment everything stopped. The pain disappeared, my breathing halted, and my heart seemed to stop beating. All I could feel were his warm lips pressed against mine. I used my last bit of energy to kiss him back. My lips moved gently against his. Then I sighted and fell back to the ground. My eyes slipped shut at last. Also, please tell me why. Thank you! Oh, sorry about how some of the words cut off. I couldn't get it to post perfectly.

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