HAYDON
There was a strange pull I felt as my bike passed a large, metallic gate which gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was the same pull I had been feeling for the past week, and it was the same pull that was driving me crazy and led to me being sent here in the first place. I broke suddenly and got off of my bike, my feet carrying me closer towards the intimidating mansion. At first I thought about ripping the gate from it’s hinges and then walking in. I then, however, inspecting the home more closely and realised that I recognised the gate and the mansion. How could I not, in such a dull and dreary neighbourhood. It all belonged to the famous Drackon family- One of the most influential families in the supernatural world. They were a family I would prefer not to wake up, especially since I was already not in their good books… especially since they were hunters and I was a vampire.
Suddenly, a sweet, delicious scent wafted into my nose. It was so potent, I could taste the sweet sugar particles on the tip of my tongue, so potent, it compelled me- or more specifically, my body- over the gate and into the yard. I was so curious as to where this strange scent originated from. Was the owner an object? A person? Was that the reason I felt this strange sudden pull?
Eventually I found myself clinging to the wall, making my way up to a beautiful balcony in enclosed by a barrier made of intertwining gold which spread into shapes resembling leaves and beautiful flower petals. Who did this balcony belong to? I was certain this smell could not originate from the great leaders apparently residing in this home. I’d recognised the scent of the married couple and this sweetness was nothing compared to the sweetness in the air. Slowly I made my way across the balcony, toward a clear glass door, and that, was when I saw her.
There she was, sleeping so peacefully that she resembled an angel. Her long, dark hair shone in the pale moonlight, glistening like black silk. Her slightly tanned skin looked soft, delicate and it invited me to gently stroke a finger against it. I sniffed in her sweet scent, and then froze in my tracks. My eyes never left her sleeping body as a single word repeated itself over and over in my head.
Hunter.
She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.
However, the more I stared at her, the more obsessed I began to feel. I began memorising every inch of her. The way her beautiful, full lips parted, allowing her breath to escape. The way her eyes crinkled, causing her long lashes to touch the skin under her eyes, every time she tossed and turned. She was perfect, peaceful, graceful. She was everything that I was not.
It was then that I decided to leave her be. Even though this strange hunter had me confused and obsessed, I knew that staying too long would lead to needless attachment. I didn’t deserve to obsess over someone this pure.
I turned around and looked at the dark sky. Gentle orange blotches were starting to appear here and there, which meant that I would have to leave soon, since I had no protection against the sun at this point in time. Before I left, though, I stole one last glance at her, hoping to burn her image into my brain. I then proceeded to jump off of the balcony, landing soundlessly on the ground.
Soon I was out of the yard. I then got back onto my bike and began to drive, stopping only a few seconds later. It was then that I realised that my destination… was right next to her home. Great, she was my neighbour!
I got off of my bike with a sigh, smiled and shook my head, wondering if this was some sort of punishment for all of my past transgressions. I was in an unfamiliar town, living next to a girl I was obsessed with, who just so happened to be one of my mortal enemies. If this was no recipe for disaster, I had no clue what was.
As I neared the front door to my cousin’s home, I couldn’t help but pick up the slight stench of his blood, which was quite odd. What was more odd, was the fact that his body was sprawled out in front of the door.
“Got into a fight?” I asked, towering over him with folded arms.
He struggled for a bit as he repeatedly lifted his head a few inches and then let it drop, clearly lacking the strength to keep his head up. Eventually, he succeeded, although his head did still wobble slightly.
“You could say that.” He said.
In all honestly I thought he was drunk, but his words came out perfectly.
“Took a beating from the neighbour. Accidentally tried to kill her.”
Her? Did he mean miss Drackon. I was about to ask when he took in a few deep breaths before passing out. Whoever beat him up did a splendid job. He had a large black eye which had slowly begun healing. His skin was torn apart under his bloodied clothes and a few of his fingers dangled from his hand. Did this person use a knife?
I moved in closer and inspected his wounds further only to discover that the only possible weapon capable of inflicting such wounds was an axe.
I gasped as realisation slipped in. I thought I had imagined it before, but clearly I hadn’t. Before I left her balcony I saw it, glittering on the floor.
Her axe.
KATERINAThe next day I found myself looking forward to the day ahead as I began my journey to school on foot. One of the main reasons I was happy was because I was going to school and would be away from my still very enraged , crazy mother. Let’s just say she was not prepared to forgive me anytime soon and I could say goodbye to staying out late, which I feared would soon become a major problem.The walk to school had seemed weirdly long though, as if I were walking for miles without end. As if each step were futile. Not only that, but I had developed a strange feeling. It was a feeling resembling anticipation, as though I were expecting something great and wonderful to happen. I usually only felt this way when test results were expected at school, but we hadn’t written any tests recently. Eventually, I decided to ignore the tugging feeling. In a few short long minutes, I began to see the tall, brick building covered in thick vines of ivy, ap
KATERINAJust as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smug smile upon his face, and for a moment, I found myself carefully analysing him. He had a head of voluptuous and silky blond hair which was long enough to peak from the bottom of his left ear as he had tucked a few strands behind it. The rest of his hair hung in
HAYDONKaterina stood in front of me, her face still one of confusion. Being told that I was Haydon must have really confused and upset her because within a few seconds, she turned around and wordlessly began to walk away. But I couldn’t let her leave, at least, not so soon.“Katerina!” I yelled out by accident.She froze but did not turn back. Panic began to rise in me as I realised that I had no clue what to say. Soon, however, I realised that it would have been better to just keep quiet because the next words out of my mouth were:“I hope you had fun beating up my cousin.”It was not so much the words that were the problem, but rather they way I said them. They had unintentionally come out hostile and venomous.Katerina never turned back, not even an inch. She did, however clench and unclench her fists and began stomping out, mumbling a very colourful assortment of profanities.It was then that I realised that
KATERINAI sat on my bed finishing the last of my homework. Today had been extremely long, especially since I met Haydon Veneziano. Now don’t get me wrong, I did not like the poor soul, on the contrary, there was a high chance that I absolutely hated his guts. However, there was a large part of me that actually thought: maybe this guy isn’t what all the rumours paint him out to be.He was well behaved- most of the time, and most importantly, he did not try to assault anyone thus far. Now, I wouldn’t say that meant he was in my good books, but it did make my hate for him recede slightly. Only slightly though.Then, there was the matter of his appearance. As much as I wanted to deny that Haydon was absolutely attractive, I had to admit that he was nothing short of a walking male model, oozing absolute beauty from head to toe. Again, it did not make me like him, but made me hate him just a little less.Suddenl
HAYDONI stopped and looked at her. Her hair shone a lighter brown in the sunlight and her eyes became orbs of shimmering gold. She carefully placed her hand on her hip and pursed her lips. She looked as though she were analysing me and for a while, and her eyes proceeded to gaze at my skin." Seems like vampires are getting more immune to the sunlight?" it came out more like a question as she then stopped her analysis and returned her eyes to mine where they stayed fixed into a deep glare.I smiled at her, it seemed as though her mother was really sheltering her from the supernatural world. Almost all vampire hunters knew of our newfound vampire tricks." Tablets, injections, potions and even witch's spells can fix that problem.” I then stopped and proceeded to tease her. “Looks like mommy and daddy are keeping their little girl all innocent and away from the world of drugs”She seemed offended and
KATERINAI sat in the bathtub, which was filled to the brim with warm, aromatic, water which emitted puffs of steam and fogged up the room. I was still unable to fully comprehend Haydon Veneziano and his outrageous threat. Who did he think he was? Who did he think I was? Clearly Haydon had been born into this world a privileged twit, believing he was the end all and be all. As if I actually wanted to hang around him like a little puppy. Of course I was not going to get involved with him.This, however was not what bothered me. I had picked up on the words “I don’t want you getting close to me” almost immediately, but had chosen to ignore them, because acknowledging them would have been too awkward for us both.Was Haydon afraid that I would develop feelings if I hung around him too often? Maybe such a thing had happened with other hunters or girls he had met in the past, but I knew I was certainly not one for developing a feelings for so
HAYDONThe slight feeling of wooziness was slowly creeping over me as I downed my forty eighth beer- no that was no understatement. I was sitting in an abandoned warehouse with three other teenagers I had met at the liquor store. I recognised them from school, and they invited me to hang out with them. Admittedly, I did use compulsion and hypnotism to get them to invite me with them since I needed some...distraction and saw this as a perfect opportunity for some small-scale mischief. Also, I had been the one who had been able to purchase the liquor because of said compulsion so it was a given that they would invite me along.The three teenagers fell into the stereotypical “bad boy” category which suited me quite perfectly. The leader was a tall, lank boy named Dean who had messy black hair and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. He offere
KATERINAI was walking peacefully down the street, just minding my own business when his scent caught me off guard. Why did the universe hate me?"Katerina," Haydon sang as he walked closer and closer toward me. I tightened my fingers into a fist and kept on walking, pretending not to be fazed by him, but inside I was a whirlwind of fear, irritation, and hot rage. "Oh, Kitty Cat, don't be like that, come on talk to me!" he whined. He was now standing right next to me. His scent was lingering in the air. I sniffed it and sighed softly. Then I focused back on being angry with him.