afrade to fall

A Story by izzybella

Duskens are sworn to protect everything, but what if one girl falls far from the path that she was born to fill, and she meets a hot vampire that she can't even touch, also all her life could be a lie

Chapter 1- Dark Ally Meet

My eyes flickered opened with my lashes sticking to the damp lids of my eyes, the rain upon the gloomy night sky had a light glow to it as it fell onto already existing puddles of wet dirt. I rubbed my head feeling for any bumps or blood coming from my head, to my surprize nothing was there, so I slowly got up feeling wobbly, with a swift movement my left heel cot in a crack in the ground, great I was stuck, stuck in the most dangerous place in the city the alleyway close to where the vampire clan and werewolf clan were to be seen nightly hooking up to plan new kills, but soon they wouldn't have to plan, there kill would have come straight to them, straight into their cold wet claws. I furiously tugged on my foot, it was deep in the crack, I let out deep nervous sigh as my heart tried to pound a hole through my chest, I heard loud steps around a corner, down by a blue garbage bin, the steps were followed by low moaning growls, my heart raced down to my stomach and gave me a sick feeling to puke , I slipped my foot slowly out of the beige pump heel, and slid off the other, my bear feet splashed in the wet muddy dirt as I crossed over to a dark corner, suddenly a flash of Wight appeared to cross the front of the back exit to the proxy club followed by him, from the other direction was a furry werewolf, unmistakable, the two clans as usual meeting up as people said, "your clan has not done more than disgraced the morale line of our kind, you dogs were never to be trusted with our prized possession" the vampire that seemed to act out as the leader spoke as if an angry mob of Buffalo had attempted to crops his path. "then why did u give us the torch of gloron?!" the pack of wolves started a low descending growl, I felt a shiver go up my spine, I was close to crying, close to wanting to run from hearing this convorsasation. But I felt myself stick to the ground like some vampire spell had stuck me there for all eternity, I felt myself fall back a bit and my gold metal bracelet fell off my wrist and fell into the damp puddle beneath my feet, and as people would Say all creatures can her even a soundless owl flying in the night, so they had to hear that, the splash even startled me, I looked up as the bright blue eyes of a teen vampire stood before me holding my wrist with his slim, cold fingers crossing around my wrist. His nails dug into my wrist Making smooth cuts into my caramel skin, the cuts let out a oozing red blood that acted as kryptonite to the vampires around us, as they shook the smell of the fresh blood now lingering on my knuckles. I looked up letting my golden brown waves of hair travel down my face as my eyes met with the vampire I was hand In hand with. His hair was blackish brown with some poof that looked soft to the touch, his eyes where magnificent, like a full moon over a silvery blue sea. His features where warm, yet husky, to say the least perfect, our gaze was broke by him probably feeling the blood stain his palms, and also the smell of the bold hitting his super senses by now, but also the soft screen of a girl walking past us, now Stopped just standing in the middle of the ally, with her hand loosening around her black clutch, with her blond hair blowing into her face without her giving a crap about it. The pale leader said two almost alien like words " hùšnka mūdïñ" I never learned these two words, was it a new vampire code, or some spirit language i was always refused to be taught? No us duskens where always tot everything in case of an attack on a hole clan, or our family, even if we were tot everything the dusken school knew we would still have way more to learn from masters of fighting, or masters of sorcery. Two of the blondish wolves started walking toward her, the girl backed into the brick wall in the ally, I felt myself let a single dry tear escape my eyes and drop to my nose, I started shaking I a rage of fear, my eyes shut Tight as all that was in the air was screams of an innocent mortal cot in a bad place at a bad time, her screams echoed through the alleyway, the screams turned to small whimpers of her crying in pain. As it got quiet, I opened my eyes, they were all looking at me, also the dead woman lying against the brick wall, her organs completely ripped out, and her eyes where still open, my stomach twisted and I felt a gagging feeling come over me, I washed the feeling away as I swallowed deeply. "you never even told us, who are you and why are you here dusken child" the leader spoke with sincerity, my words where cot in my throat like a swirl of emotion stopped he words from escaping, I breathed threw my nose. "I am Emma, and I am not a child I am sixteen!" my words where strong and loud, the echoed around the ally, It was so loud I would of thought the dead woman would have woken up. "well to us your still a child" "yah, she also sounds like one" a vampire woman with long silky blond hair and dark blackish eyes spoke with so much sarcasm, I wanted to find something sharp and trust it threw her chest, But of course it’s just legend that vampires die with a strike to the heart, they only die by being marked by a silver steak usually it’s a ð or a ï that you mark them with, its suppose to symbolize hope with death. I rolled my eyes and sighed in annoyance, mixed emotions kept practically spewing off me, and I knew the vampires could sense it, stupid vampire super sense. The hot vampire held up my wrist to look at it, the blood was like fresh paint covering a smooth wall, it was smeared over my other hand and some was on my face somehow. He held it closer to his face, god I was scared he was going to bite down on my vain filled wrist, he touched the cuts with his other hand he obviously knew it was deep because he looked worried. " can you pass the stitches?" a vampire handed him a case with a needle and thread, I started shaking from just imaging the pain filled moments of him stitching me without a numbing needle or whatever they use, I was too worried to think. "so, are you trying to kill me?" he looked at me with a curious look "what? why would you say that, afraid of a few stitches?" the joking in his voice made me drown in drool, once I felt myself really drool a bit I quickly wiped my mouth with my free hand. "well I never had stitches before , and definitely not without like some sort of sedative" once he touched my cut up hand and felt me shaking , "don't worry you can trust me, just take a deep breath and squeeze my hand if you want." I looked at him "what am I five?" he started to pin the first tread threw to make one stitch, and I reached for his hand and squeezed so hard I saw his hand turn purple, I let out a soft whimpering cry. "so your five huh?" I started a small taunting laugh to his comment. After about six minutes of intense pain all twenty stitches where threw and I was bandaged, I got up off the ground and looked around I didn't see one of the wolves that was standing right beside the guy stitching me. I turned to footsteps coming from behind me, and something slashed the back of my head, as I hit the wet mud ground all I could think was why would they stich me up then just knock me out? Now I understand why they say vampires and big a*s holes that do their job then leave you to die, and it’s always the hot one you watch out for.

Chapter 2- Sackrum Mark

I woke to a pounding pain screaming from my head, the hardened mud beneath me was warm and smooth, the bright sun gleamed through the half opened lids of my eyes and stung my them, I lifted my petite hands over my face and pushed myself up off the ground. What happened last night? Why am I was I in the middle of an alleyway, did I get raped. I gasped and my heart sank at the thought, it was my time of the month, god, I might be pregnant. No, I would be naked and dead in a ditch, something else happened. The pain coming from my head came back from the lack of though coming from my mind, I felt through my hair to the thin skin over my skull and felt a thin cut, wetness covers my index finger, I dropped the patch of hair back down and stared and my hand in shock. Me bleeding, do I need to know what happened last night? My feet felt the breeze of autumn blow across there thin skin, I looked down to meet my bare feet, I looked around curiously scouting the ally for my hundred roller beige pumps. My eye cot on one pump wedged inside a crack in the ground, these where the times I blamed mother nature for my problems. “ugh, really! You have to be kidding me!” I flailed my hands over my sides in a wave of rage, usually I was always calm in these situations, I must of already bin ticked off last night, or that mud was just really hard. I reached down looking at the pump as if I would think it would pull itself out of the hole, it wouldn’t be so farfetched if there were talking shoes, I mean we have vampires, and magic don’t we. I breathed in deeply and grabbed the rim of the pump and tugged, I felt like I kept tugging for two hours, but no it was only two minutes. I felt a drop of sweat hit my mouth, it was salty and disgusting, after ten minutes I gave up. “ ok, fine ill just walk home without shoes then, and also a hundred dollars” I dusted off my Wight one shoulder dress that was only up to my knees and started walking forward, as I started reaching closer to the road it only seemed further, there weren’t any people which was weird, there is usually thousands of men and woman striving the sidewalks with life, but all that was there, right in the middle of the sidewalk was a sackrum mark, the mark was a long curve with three lines that crossed the middle and swirled at the end, and at the bottom was a large swirling curve. The sackrum mark is carved to show what someone wants or desires to own something, but why would someone want a sidewalk, or maybe they desire something bigger than most would think.. like the city, or let’s hope just the stone that had been engraved with the mark, but really, no one wants a dusty old peace of sidewalk. I kept walking forward but I wasn’t getting closer, as I walked on and on the mark on the sidewalk only seemed to move further like it was out of my reach, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I stopped and lost the hope of ever reaching the road, as I stopped a man walked to the mark on the sidewalk, my curiosity grew larger as he reached into his pocket and looked around him to see if anyone was looking, seeing no one he pulled out a device I never witnessed in my short sixteen years. It was like a cube shape, with a clear surface and inside you could see brownish dirt sitting on the bottom. The man had a hood so trying to identify him was going to be merely impossible, and it might not even be a man it could be a woman with really small b***s that you can’t see. I melted my eyes glued on the weird cube what was that dirt inside, just dirt, or holy dirt or Maybe some sort of cursed dirt. My theory kept getting stupid like it being able to turn you into a piranha or a shark, but I have watched a lot of horror movies over the past few months, they never scarred me, well compared to my own life. The man held his hand up to toss the cube, he trusted the cube into the mark and the cube exploded the mark into the air making a misty brown cloud in the sky, why would he need to show the sackrum mark in the sky? The man looked up and he met my eyes all I saw was his bright blue eyes gleam into mine, he got out of his stance and swiftly ran away, what did I do what he afraid of something? I looked around I was alone, of course even the weirdest men run away from me. I felt dizzy, like I was hit by a tranquilizer bullet. I lost my footing and collapsed to the ground, then I only could remember where the blue eyes of that hot vampire I met and how his eyes looked so familiar to that mans that had that cube.

My hands bald into fists clutching the white sheets on the bed I was lying on, a man was speaking to someone, I forced myself to open at least one eye, as my left eye opened I saw that husky vampire that dug his Niles in my wrist. “I couldn’t leave her there, where vampires not demons” “yah, but you know she’s a teen dusken, you can’t control them there stupid, and crazy, not to mention dangerous she could brain wash one of us right now, we have the holy mark that binds us to heaven not hell!” the man on the left of the Hot guy spoke so fast in anger I could barely understand him, I opens both eyes to see all three people the man that spoke was blond with green eyes like emeralds, and he wore a black leather jacket. On the right was a woman, the woman that had so much sarcasm the first time we met, she had her silky hair and blackish eyes still all in place of where they were when we met, but I wanted so badly to rearrange that placement. She looked at me and noticed my eyes to be opened and opened her pink glossed mouth to say words, I really hated her voice, it was like nails on a chalkboard, she’s like that one irk in high school that never wants to be nice, the girl that is ten seconds away from killing you.” Oh look, stupid beauty awakens from her dumb a*s slumber” she crossed her pale arms over her flat chest and rolled her eyes “wow so original Nikki” a vampire defending me now think that hot one was just trying to flirt. “ don’t worry we won’t bight you, well literally. This is David he doesn’t know how to shut up when people are around, mostly duskens though” “ and I thought you were flirting, I guess you were just introducing yourself nicely” I spoke really low, I didn’t know why I used my voice like that, god am I ever stupid. He turned serious, great the hot one is the serious one, “ well we had to knock you out and part of the wolves claw that dixit struck your head so, we gave you twenty stitches, you’ll be fine, it will take a few months to heal though.” I felt my head, damn, he was right that stupid werewolf cut my friken head open. “well I should go my friends will worry, and my mom definitely will” as I got off the bed David gave me a card that said in bold italic writing: SUPERNATURAL INSTITUTE OF CHICAGO. “ I’m guessing this isn’t the best place to find a hot mortal boy to hook up with?” I looked at David then back at the card “ what do you think princess?” he gave a small laugh and I smiled, I might like these people, only if Nikki wasn’t on this earth, I started walking towards the door as Nikki gave me such a dirty look that I felt like taking a shower, being around her always got me in a bad mood. I Disregarded her glair and slipped through the doorway, I felt myself resist the urge to go back in there and try to rip her head off, I calmed myself down and went down the stairs to the bottom floor, I reached the bottom and opened the glass door to outside, it was a warm yet brisk day, and the sun was shining brightly over the city making shadows over building and cars, the sky was empty and a dark blue. I sat on the brick stairs and looked down at my wrist, I unravelled the bandage and looked at the bloody scars that lined my wrist, the stitches where soaked in blood. You would never think a man would have such sharp nails.

Chapter 3- Dreaming to remember

When I got home it was normal, I kissed my mom goodnight, went to the kitchen opened our fridge and grabbed a water bottle, slipped my shoes off and tossed them in the corner, then I went upstairs to my room and changed into my pajamas then went to bed, easy. But of course no my nights can never be normal, I woke up to something hitting my window, like most people I hesitated to check, but I was curious. I lifted my thick comforter off my small curved body and walked towards the window, I garbed the light blue curtain and slowly pulled It to the side, my stomach turned and I felt sick, was this fear, oh god what was that just a branch, no, it was my friend Jessica banging on the window. I lifted the large hinge of the window and a cold breeze blew my hair swiftly behind me as I rubbed my hands on my arms “come on jess, its cold you letting a draft in” she lifted her legs inside the tight window, and slid through like nothing, she closed the window and sat on my pink swivel chair and started spinning a couple times. She wore her hair in a ponytail with one red strand of hair coming out of the side, her hair was a dirty red like a rusted truck color, she wore ripped skinny jeans and a tight black tank top with bold words that spelt out “WTF” Jessica started looking at her nail like a artist praising there new artwork “ so did you see the new vampire student that works at that supernatural place, he’s so hot right?” was she talking about that guy that saved me from being left in an ally? He’s in high school, damn he’s hot for a high school kid, and badass. “yah, I guess he’s hot” “you guess, girl don’t play, that guys so hot that the girls he probably shags probably get burned the night after” god, if she where to say that in front of him he would star blushing, if vampires blush, well I really want to see him blush now that would be really hot to me for some reason. “jess, you know there cold right so he wouldn’t burn them he would freeze them so he is there last” “damn, and I thought I was dirty girl” I didn’t even think it was even that dirty, nothing we said was even that dirty, but I was tired so I didn’t know much, I was about to eat a friken pencil off my desk. “jess I got to sleep what is it” I looked at my clock” two in the morning?” “ sorry I ended to tell you something important” I raised my eyebrows at her “ then tell me instead of going off topic!” “ok, god your cranky” “well I was woken up by my friend banging on my window at two in the morning, what do you expect Dora?” I raised my hands to my hips and grinded my teeth together, I was letting off a huge a*s vibe right then. “no, but guess what, that supernatural institute place is coming to dusken high to pick five student that can show they have what it takes to join there clan and stop going to school!” she started squealing halfway through so instead of her saying ending school it soured like “stripping drool” random but true. “ok great, now can I sleep, we have school tomorrow” I started rubbing my eyes and made a small yawn. “ oh but Emma that’s when there coming, I would wear something hot for all the fighting, because that guy will be there!” that guy, god now that’s something that woke me up by the thought of, he was so perfect, and now I have to fight for him, well the type in a gym. “ok well I’ll be ready jess, night” Jessica leaned her hands on the sides of the chair and shot up like a canon and walked to the window. “well let’s hope you are because all the girls will be flying all over him, ok night Emma” before I could say “goodnight” another time, she was already out the window and on the ground running down the street. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bed, I lifted the covers over my body welcoming the warm fabric touching me, I sank into my pillow and I fell into a deep sleep in hope of no unhappy dreams.

It was dark, and yet it felt bright, it didn’t make sense, “hello?” I called out into the darkness hoping for no reply, but I never get my way, soon after my words were spoken a husky voice came out from the darkness” Emma, Emma” him saying my name gave me pleasure, like I was on a drug “ who are you” I wanted to know what he was, what I was talking to, was he a demon, a vampire, a dusken?”oh, you know who I am, I made sure you weren't left In an alleyway to be raped by a demon.” My heart raised in joy, I wanted to see his face his perfect face, just his voice assent enough to please me, I needed more. “ I know who you are but what is your name, I don’t know it yet” I turned around everywhere, darkness, darkness, what does this mean? “ my names Tyson I’m a vampire, and your Emma oathel, a dusken.” He knew my full name but I knew his first, at least I had somewhere to start. “why don’t you show yourself?” “because, you forget my face, you need to truly remember a face to see them in a dream.” I understood, I forgot what he had looked like, I only remembered his bright blue eyes, I turned and to my surprize I saw his bright blue eyes, yah, he’s right, what you remember is what you get in dreams.

When I walked into the school as the bell rang through the halls of the school all I saw was a mob of girls practically covering the doorway to the gym, I walked over to the mob and slid through each pair of girls to get to the window of the door, I looked inside to find Tyson inside talking to some of the teachers, all I could think was how old he was and what grade he was in even though he didn’t go to school. “b***h, get out of my way!” I could here Jessica pushing girls out of her way to get to where she wants as always, I turned to see her making her way up behind me to take the spot of the red head beside me. “ remind me not to get you mad” I looked behind me to see a couple girls tossed into a little doggy pile, it was scary how clean she made stuff look when she hurt people.” Yah, well I know you don’t have the guts unless where in gym” I looked back through the window and saw Tyson heading for the door to let the girls in, behind me was a wave of high pitched squealing. As I turned back to the door, Tyson pushed the door open pushing me over hitting the girl beside me. “you can all come in now, but please all stand in a line by name and weight to be called” we all walked in and we were placed in a line by name a "z I was by the back, It would be a wile till my turn to fight a girl. The first two girls fought, one girl swung overhead but the other dodged and kicked below her legs, and that fight ended fast the girl was down for a while and she didn’t try to stand, the winner went on to go head to head with the next person. When it was my turn I was face to face with a girl named grace Lovett she was small with pink highlighted curls that reached her shoulders, I was the best in my class so when I took her down it was fast and easy. Girl after girl passed me and I won, by the last girl I was a little tired but I did good, I knocked her down on her a*s so hard that I might halve left a bruise there, but now she can remember me when she checks out her a*s in the mirror, a memento about when I kicked her a*s. As I walked to the bench to grab my water, Tyson said my name “Emma oathel is in first place, Jessica brisk in second, Hanna Sways in third, Madison grey in forth, and Katrina black in fifth, you did good girls but well put up results for who returning tomorrow.” As coach Halvorson put the page up all the girls packed into the one corner of the gym, all I could here where long sighs and girls whining with the dumb quote “I’m to pretty to be rejected!” hundreds of pissed girls stormed out of the gym in a rage in which only their parents would accept. Tyson headed to a girl with long black hair and gleamed his with fangs at her, she smiled and they were definitely flirting, ugh, is it possible to keep the player from being hot? The girl stroked his black leather jacket and dug the toe of her heel into the ground. I pressed my lips together hard, I was being so protective over this one person I barley even knew, he had me bad. The girl leaned in to whisper in his ear and he smiled and she giggled, his smile made me want to just melt to the gym floor like a burning candle. Once the girl walked away I walked to Tyson. He was watching the clock tick as he leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets with one leg crossed over the other, his jeans and leather jacket made him look so hot, plus he looked like a total badass witch we all knew. I walked over to him, and looked into his eyes, all he knew was that I was wearing a sports bra, so he was interested, he looked at me making just two seconds of standing where I was worth wild. I looked down then flung my long waves behind my ear as I smiled, “well many you could teach me something new, you know out of your what hundred years?” I saw a hint of a grin stain his face” no, only fifty,” he looked so, ugh, no don’t have these thoughts he’s a vampire, a half legion marked to heaven. I couldn’t help it screw laws, but I rather, no, the only screwing going on will be with a screw driver. But even when I forced myself not to talk I did. “so, where do we start?”

Chapter 4- What do I not know?

I sat with my mom on the couch watching Americas got talent, on was a girl that sounded like a dyeing rate being eaten out by a pack of wolves. As I tuned myself out all I could remember was that single moment that happening the gym.

"so, where do we start?" I looked at him in a locked gaze of interest, and he gave back "I Don't know but I want to do one thing I always wanted to do, just once before I have to go." he closed his eyes and wrapped his cold arms around warm body and he pressed his lips against mine, when our lips touched it was like a firework has gone off, the passion in that single kiss was amazing, and the feel of my warmth mashed into his cold body was so, amazing, it was something not many people would experience in life. As he pulled back and we met gazes he dropped his hands down from my waist as he broke the gaze, when he walked out the door I felt a part of me spark then melt away, like something grew then died.

I sighed and turned to my mom, I pulled my hands around her and gave her a quick squeeze "mom?" I looked up to her looking at me "what is it Emma?" I always likes how no matter what my mom never said what in a annoyed voice, or said it like I killed her golden retriever, she said it like it was important, which it was. "um, I was wondering about my birthday, can I have a new weapon for training after school?" I always had special training after school with a dusken fighter, I work in there twenty four seven, I always wanted a new weapon to use while fighting, but for some reason she said no because it’s dangerous for me to use weapons, why is it dangerous though? "come on, Emma you know why you can't have that, it’s too dangerous" " but why, why is it so dangerous mom!" " because! Because, it’s something I can't say till you seventieth birthday emm" the great classical answer of not till your birthday "why can't you tell me right here right now?" I jumped off the couch and stormed off to my room. As I ran up the stairs all I was thinking was how my mom could never tell me anything, not even her birthday date. As I reached the top I rushed to my door and slammed it as soon as I opened it, only in hope for her to hear how mad at her I was. I walked towards my bed and plopped down onto the bouncy surface making me fly a couple inches I'm the air as I sat, I felt like trying to find Tyson number and calling him, I just wanted to talk to him or hear his voice. As I was thinking with millions of thoughts running through my head, my iPhone rang inside my jean pocket, I grabbed the phone and answered the phone not knowing who was calling,” hello?” seconds after I heard a scream, “Emma get down to the institute now!” the way he spoke was husky, it was Tyson, his words where rushed and I was afraid, what if when I get there he’s dead, no just go and don’t waste time. As soon as those word ran through my head my window was wide open and I was on the grass, the grass was wet on my feet and it was raining, great time to wear a Wight shirt with ruffles up the front. The darkness in the night made it so hard to see where the sidewalk was, and to make matter worse clouds where covering the usual half croissant moon that so openly lit the streets. As I made one quick turn around a sharp corner I almost slipped into a pot hole filled with fresh rain water, ignoring the incident I started sprinting when I saw the steps to the institute. As I reached towards the steps, I saw a small legion child just sprawled over the steps with a fresh line of blood coming from the institute, the child held a soaked paper with rushed letters that wrote in smeared ink; find me, but when you do, your life will change forever. I looked up from the note letting my eyes trail down the line of blood running down to the door, is that the Childs or, or Tyson, I chose not to accept my theory’s of who’s blood it was. I couldn't even bare the thought of seeing hid cold, dead body just lumped on the floor. I shook the thoughts out of my head and started to walk towards the door slightly still following the blood trail with each careful step. As my hand slid close to touching to cold diamond crested doorknob, a gust of wind blew the door open revealing a large pool of blood around a large fountain with lights inside the water making it glimmer in the darkness, I would of thought it would of been way more beautiful if blood wasn't surrounding the outside of it. I couldn't see anything but blood and the small bit of light gleaming from the fountain. As I walked into the room I felt a feeling in my gut, it was the feeling like when you know someone is watching yet you just can't see them, that feeling wile being in the dark with blood and possibly a psycho vampire wanting to add me to there death list. it was anything but ordinary for it to be dark In the institute, I knew something would bring me back to my destiny, to protect everything and be a normal dusken. I want to be a teenager instead though, I want to live life.