Chapter Nine (Rough Draft)

Finally...this is where the story starts to pick up a little atleast. I hate writing beginning chapters and this one marks the begining of the end of the begining stuff =D lol

Not a lot of people my a*s. Alec’s small party that was supposed to include a few friends seemed to extend to the entire school. Breathing room was limited as Ethan and I tried to shove our way through the crowds. Loud dance music echoed off the walls the bass causing them to rattle. Thinking room was scarce. Ramming forward I aimed for the kitchen or any sort of door that could lead to outside. I felt Ethan tap my shoulder.

“Good luck buddy.”

Behind me I saw Ethan get dragged onto the dance floor by some thin floozy with multi-colored hair.

“Damnit….” Shoving forward I tried to find an area of the oversized abode to find a pocket of vacant air. 

Thankfully one of the more…involved looking couples found it necessary to move their sexual battle with each other to another section of the house leaving a nice open section open right near what looked to be the kitchen.

“Colin!” Marissa screamed my name from across the room. Her half full glass sloshed with her sloppy steps as her intoxicated balancing abilities waivered as she attempted to reach me. When she was within reach she grabbed hold of my shoulder which I’m sure was more for her to gain her balance than anything else.

“I’m….so…gad you made it!” she sloppily pulled me into a hug. She smelt of a mixture of the overly floral perfume that she favored mixed with the bitter smell of the alcohol that she had already downed. 

“I wanna have you meet some people!” she said as she lightly slapped my jacket and pointed to the kitchen. She grabbed my coat sleeves and dragged me along with her. She wobbled on her feet tripped over air more so than usual. Sighing, I followed willingly.

The kitchen was just as packed as the room we had just left behind. Small groups covered the entire span of the oversized room. Most crowded around the fridge and the counter that contained most of the alcoholic beverages. Others lounged out at the small chairs that were scattered around the room while the others were perched on top of the sandstone looking countertops. Girls with their short skirts sat flirtatiously while men flocked to them like flies. Marissa waved to a small section that was crowded around the mall island that separated the kitchen area into halves. I recognized some of them, the remainders I drew complete blanks on. 

“Colin this is everyone,” she said in the classic back and forth motion “Everyone, this is Colin.”

A few gave me a quick glance over, the girls checking for possible interest, the guys sizing me up while gauging the amount of interest that the girls showed. Some lingered longer than others, others barely gave care to notice. I recognized the more popular ones from the group. Mr. Team Captain of the soccer team, Zach Lenam, gave me a quick one through before turning his attentions back to the blond I didn’t recognize in front of him. Amanda Drebis, the only one I associated with being human among the group was the one that held interest the longest. She was one of the more “goody-goody” girls in the school. Class vice president, perfect attendance, and was usually the mother hen towards her friends. Her maternal presence made people flock to her, and even more people walk all over her. She gave me a nice smile and tried her best to include me in the drab conversations that were going on. I could recognize a few others. Sarah Littleman, Rich Harris, Tina Verscie, and Kim Cromby were all part of Marissa’s little gathering of friends. I tried to stick mostly towards Amanda while Marissa tried to force feed me to her little posse. Amanda would send me the occasional apologetic glance before trying to turn Marissa’s attention towards something else. By the time she was too preoccupied to integrate me with her friends anymore; the party was half way done with. My face dripped with sweat from the lack of fresh air and I scanned for an escape route. Squirming through the miniature pack of people I opened the door leading to outside. There were a few people that brought the party to outside but when the rush of fresh air hit my lungs I didn’t care. My watched blinked that it was 11, two hours of hell with Marissa had been in its own way a blessing. The party was half over and I had yet run into the host.

My phone buzzed with a text.

Where di youj go?!

I ignored her text and hoped that the few drinks she had drank while introducing me was enough to not send her roaming looking for me. Another buzz vibrated in my hand.

Hailie here! Talkc to her!

My heart pumped faster and my mind raced faster as I read her drunken words. Hailey was here….at the party….Who was she with? Was she with some guy? She was probably with some guy. Doesn’t matter…she hates me anyway right…Damnit I’m a f*****g coward. I sipped down the last of the water in my cup before convincing myself that I not only needed to talk to her….but letting myself acknowledge the fact that I wanted to talk to her. The heat from inside seemed staler walking into it again. I tried to not acknowledge the dozens of bodies that rubbed along mine as I shoveled my way across the dance floor again. A girl with limp blonde curls and matted clothes fell from the crowd and wrapped her arms around my neck

“Dance with me.!” She slurred. Repulsed I pulled her arms from around my neck and attached her to the nearest male like thing I could find.

“No! I wanna dance with you!” she insisted.

“Later, dance with him till them.” I lied.

A smile lit her face as she saw the guy she was now linked to. 

“Dance with me!” she once again slurred only this time she was greeted with an agreeable vender. The now happy twosome stumbled past me and lost themselves in the mingled madness that was the drunken dance floor. A set of stairs ran perpendicular to the dance floor and from a few steps up made the entire room visible. Blinking past the dim lighting and the make shift strobe that the Fabrochi’s had purchased for the occasion, I didn’t see her in the midst of the dancing. That left…everywhere else in this three-story mansion open.

Deciding to work from the start from the beginning I headed out to the front yard and glanced over the few that were leaving and the few that had just started to arrive and didn’t see that distinct golden brown mane. Walking back into the house I knew the dance area was clear, after checking the upper two levels and coming up empty handed, I decided to rummage around what we left to be seen of the lower level. The eloquent dining area was free so was the several large sitting rooms. All that was left was the kitchen a small room to the left of one of the large sitting rooms that was locked. I figured it was just a bedroom that Alec didn’t want anyone messing up; from the looks of the other rooms lined throughout the house…they were well…used tonight. The kitchen meant dealing with Marissa…not an option. I decided to settle into the sitting room closest to the locked door. The area was the quietest I had found in the household and the lack of music was a much appreciated break for my ears. Only the mild thumping of the music along the ears reached the room.

Where the hell was she?! I couldn’t have missed her…I still remembered the electric pulsing that my skin felt that night at the park. Goosebumps rose to new heights on my arms remembering the way the storm carried and splattered against her body…dripping down her shirt…the skirt so dangerously short and flowing in the wind…matted to her skin….GOD DAMNIT

Cold water…I needed lots and lots of cold fricken water. The kitchen was the only place that I could think of. As I walked towards the exit of the little sanctuary the pulsing along the walls turned into a loud smack along the sheetrock. Whispers in the walls reached my ears, to faint to make out significant words. The crack sounded as if at full force a bowling ball had been chucked at the wall from the inside. The closer I approached the tightly locked door the louder the mumbled words seemed to be. Words were still intangible but the difference in depth and vibrato told me that there were at least 5 different voices in the room. Three I deemed masculine, one had an indisputable feminine tone, and the other…stayed too hushed to give me a real indication. The door frame buzzed under my hands as my hands stung. A pressure filled my ears causing me to wince. There was so much commotion within the chamber locked in front of me, until one of the masculine tones said something that I could only believed demanding silence cause promptly all the other voices fell silent. A few others mumbled a few things till all that I could hear was the faint shuffling of feet. Beneath me the door handle shook as my pulse spasmed.

Where to go! There was nowhere to go. They were going to see me.

Deciding quickly I raced towards the little sanctuary room and found the darkest corner where I would be free from sight. I could hear the door swinging open as I slipped the last portion of my shoe into the small haven. The voices became clearer as they stepped out into the room. A man with a deep bass to his voice spoke softly so the party minglers would be none the wiser.

“I don’t know what you meant by this little get together Christian, but don’t think it means peace of any kind…” he paused for a second “for any of us.”

The response voice took a few seconds before responding in the same hushed tone as the speaker before him.

“Oh don’t worry….Pagan…” he said “I have no wish for peace. Daniel merely thinks it’s a good idea to at least great the people we are about to slaughter.” There was something familiar about the voice that echoed of impending doom.

Just one look…if I could just see who is talking…

My body inched as it turned to see past the door frame. The darkness made it difficult to make out specific features. The bass man was of a medium build with a full head of shaggy black hair, he looked no older than early twenties…odd that he would be at a high school party….the one standing next to him was closer in age. His untrimmed blonde hair hid his eyes from me. A woman was standing at the end of that line that I couldn’t see past the two that stood facing them. Bumps ran along my arms as my eyes passed over her. What I could see of her posture screamed anger. The two that stood facing them were nearly identical in height. The male of the two stood with a slight height advantage. His hair fanned around his ears in a deep brown while his companion’s hair fell like a sheet of mixture of color.

“What my dear brother is trying to say…” the female of the two began “is while there is peace tonight…do not think that it changes anything to do with our little…arrangement.”  Her voice was more calming and strangely more sinister than her brothers….so familiar…..where…had I heard…….

I needed to get out of here…..

Blocking my only exit stood the two people I had done my best to avoid the entire night. The very hosts of this grand festivity, the Fabrochi twins…..

I knew coming was going to be a stupid mistake on my part. Staring at the two figments of my nightmares I weighed my options. Sit here till they see me. Or two…run past them as fast as possible and hope they don’t recognize it as me.

As I panicked...the two gentlemen that were with the mysterious woman turned to leave. The younger of the two whispered something in her ear before turning to walk away.

“Is there something else you want you filth?” Alexandra hissed.

The sound that came from the woman sent shocks through my body as the pressure started again. As her fingers clenched the pressure increased, the pain crushing my ears so brutal sent me clutching my head rolling within sight of the female. A small sound regrettably escaped my lips piercing blue eyes turned towards me as I rolled in pain. The iciness to the daggers that were glaring at me faded when she saw my body and the pressure faded as she her attention towards the two in front of her. Gaining my composure I attempted to roll myself back into the room

“I want my friends and that’s all I could ever want from you, you egotistical masochistic b******s.” She hissed with the same venom that Alexandra had spat at her.

“Fine” Alec said. “take your friends…” he paused as I heard footsteps “but do come back little priestess…I would so much like to show you the upgrades to the old methods on how to deal with women like you…” the quadruplet footsteps walked in sync away from the small room as I slammed myself onto the couch.

“Colin.” The sound of her voice sent me swinging behind the couch. Hailey. I couldn’t mistake the bumps that ran ramped up my spine and the electrical pulsing that my body felt.

Stand up coward…..stop being such a pansy a*s little girl. It’s Hailey, not fricken Godzilla. No matter what weird connection she had to the terrible twosome.

She stood poised tall as she stood in the door way. Her fists flexed and I knew she wanted to tighten them.

“Don’t follow them Colin.” Her voice was strained. I couldn’t decide if it was exhaustion or her will for control “Do you hear me!” she ordered “Don’t you dare follow them.”

“Follow who!” I walked around the couch and walked closer to her. As I approached her fingers closed tighter around each other and I felt the pressure rising along my body again. Wincing back a step I heard her sigh.

“If things become inevitable…and you…must be dragged into all this…” she paused and hissed under her breath as if the information she was sharing hurt her in some way “find a man named Marcus. He will…..help you.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about!” I argued pushing past the pressure as I took as step closer to her. “Stop talking in fricken riddles! And just talk to me like a real person god Damnit.”

Her eyes saddened before she shook it off and gave a low chuckle.

“Find Marcus…..those two bred nothing but destruction Colin…don’t fall for it.”

Her shoes clicked along the hardwood louder than the music that billowed in from the other room.

‘Chase her Damnit!’ my mind argued seconds before my feet agreed. I was done being confused. Someone needed to explain to me what was really going on. She strolled out of the back door onto the porch that I had escaped to before. As the fresh air hit her she inhaled like the first breath after being submerged.

“Stop following me Colin. I’m not the right person to follow….”she paused “trust me…”

I grabbed her arm before she could start fleeing again. As my skin touched hers a shock of electricity licked my body.

“Ow…fuckedy Ow!” I cursed as I rocked my burnt fingers.

“Go home Christian.” She whispered as she headed down the wooden steps and headed for the small group that gathered along the far fence

“No!” I bellowed “You will tell me what is going on” I said using my good hand to emphasize my injured one “Explain this to me!”

She whipped her head around and the pressure crashed into me like a sledge hammer meeting a stack of glasses. My mind swirled in pain making thought impossible. My thoughts mixed like a melon in a blender.

“I. Am. Not. The one you should talk to Colin.”

The pressure drained off me and the ground became solid under my feet. My eyes burned in their sockets in the after math of whatever Hailey had done to me. I gasped for a one solid breath as I raised my aquamarine to meet her ocean blue. They looked pained as she stared up at me.

“You’re the one I. Want. To talk to Hailey” More pain reached her eyes then and I almost regretted my words.

“Is there a problem here?” Alec’s voice spit from behind me. Turning I stared into his dark abysmal eyes that seemed to go nearly black as they stared out across the yard to where Hailey stood.

“No problem” I said waving him off. “Just a little too much to drink I guess. Hailey was just helping me find Ethan.” I was surprised that a feasible lie came out.

Alec briefly took his eyes of Hailey whose eyes I could see were dripping into that crystal like ice blue that they had been inside. Speculation filled Alec’s eyes as he nodded his head before turning to go inside hastily.

He wasn’t gone long. Following on his curtails was a surprisingly sober Ethan glaring daggers at the man who walked in front of him.

“Here now, I found him” he said presenting Ethan to me like a cat would present a freshly captured bird to its owner. “You won’t be needed…..Hailey” he hissed her name and from the furrow in his brow it was easy to see that using her real name had been difficult to him.

“Whatever you say Oh lord and master” she said bowing, as she flung her sarcasm saturated words at him. Anger hissed through the air as he advanced towards her. The group that Hailey had been traveling towards stepped forward slightly from the shadows, poised if they were needed.

Alec saw them as well as everyone else did and even he could realize the amount that he was outnumbered by. He took a step back before turning and rampaging into the house in a fury. He yelled something intangible as the music came to a complete halt and the rummaging of several dozen adolescents scrambled to one get out of the way of the ramped bull that came barreling through but to find their way out of the house of said bull as fast as possible.

Party was over.

“Don’t forget what I said about him Colin” Hailey said as she turned her back towards me.

“Are you gonna forget what I said?” I questioned

She paused to ponder her words carefully. “I can’t guarantee you anything Colin…” she said eyeing to make sure her companions were out of ear shot “I’ll let you know where and when….and then I’ll tell you as much…as I feasibly can…”

“You promise?” she turned shocked at my words

“A Christian asking about me keeping to my word?” she laughed to herself for a minute before turning her pleasantly sparkling blue eyes in my direction. The world dropped from beneath me and I felt myself sinking, this time not in pain, but in something much warmer and grander than that. “I’ll be there Colin. Just make sure you’re around long enough to be there as well.”

“More riddles?” I was too exhausted to wrap my head around anymore tonight.

“No riddles, just…friendly…advice.”

And with that Hailey walked off. I watched her catch up to the gang that had gathered at the shadows. Some turned their eyes towards me as they spoke to Hailey. She didn’t turn back though. When others stayed to glare back at the scene, and others to stare at me, she walked forward into the darkness without a second glance.

There were feelings for Hailey Deston in me that I couldn’t quite place a label on. But there were the parts that every fiber of my being could agree with. One, there was nothing “normal” about her. Two, I was scared fricken shitless of her. And finally Three, I was starting to fall for her.

Author's Note

Reviews are ALWAYS welcomed. This is still in VERY VERY early stages and is just the basic shell of the story before I actually put time in to fine tune it. Try and overlook grammar and spelling issues since this is just a Rough Rough Draft.
Thanks SUPER lots =D