I haven't finished it yet but I'll give you the first chapter since I love you all. It is kinda cheesey like Hollywood makes Vampires and Werewolves but like I constantly say if I used real facts people would guess and probably get somethings right. So here is the first chapter the book is called Moonlight hope you enjoy!!!
Moonlight
By: Alice
CHAPTER 1:
I watch the beautiful, somber red fade over the horizon to what seemed like a millisecond eclipse, then disappear leaving only the moon standing its ground, high in the sky. I realized then that the world isn’t what it seems, most people thought that the sun set but I could see it clearer; I saw a tiny, unique eclipse during every sunset. I knew that others couldn’t see the world the way I did. I knew that some would never see it the way I did, but I didn’t care about that. All I cared about was the fact that I knew what was real and that I was not blinded by what some think is logical. A simple bit of proof is the fact that logically a bee shouldn’t be able to fly, yet it does. Isn’t that proof right there?
I could’ve been there for millenniums, there on the sandy beach towel, under the sparkling silver moon just thinking and or realizing all of this. Until I stood up and shuffled through my beach bag until I found my shirt that matched my shorts and threw it over top of my swim suit, shook off my beach towel until I was positive that there was no more sand on it, and stowed it away in my bag. I check the time on my watch and it is nine thirty, then lazily shoved my feet into my flip-flops and began the three block walk back to my house. Where I would come home to an alcoholic mother who started to become an alcoholic shortly after her husband; my father went to jail for selling drugs; just trying to provide some money for the family. He was in there since I was nine and now I am sixteen. My name is Lindsay Krepto, and I surely don’t want to be called that name any more because I am tired of being Lindsay Krepto! She is just a character that I pretend to be while around others. The real Lindsay is Lissy and is somewhere hidden deep down inside me. I don’t know where and I don’t know if she’ll ever show herself. I was just now rounding the corner of Anderson and Tweeterson Avenue when half asleep I am startled to find someone murdering someone else.
The murderer is a man about six feet tall and is wearing some old faded blue jeans and has just a muscle shirt on, he must be about nineteen. Never mind that!, I screech in my head. The man in the muscle shirt has the other man no older than my age in a choke hold against the brick wall side of the old Weslon factory. The man is bending down to the little boy’s neck; he looks like me might kiss him. But then to my surprise he opens his mouth, and long gleaming teeth like a wild canine’s start to extend. My instincts scream at me to run, to bolt, to take off. But my feet seem to be bolted to the ground, as I stare dumbfounded at the horrific scene. Then the man’s teeth brush the boy’s neck and just as he does I hear an abnormal sound, it sounded like slush. The boy’s head lolled and now seemed to be propped up by the man’s stern hands. Then I hear a gulp and understand what is happening, the man is drinking the boy’s blood. Then that must mean that, no, oh, no, it’s not possible, but is it?
During my time zoning out I did not realize that the man’s eyes were now on me. He stared, his eyes like an animal’s, and not only that they looked…hungry. As if my being here was making him hungry, then the one word explanation came to my mind and it did not come alone. A bone numbing wave of fear rippled through me…a…vampire. A vampire is here staring me in the eyes, and I am still here! No where is he now?!
I shake my head fast, each shake short and distinct, trying to shake myself out of my own world and back into reality. I looked and saw wild and fierce animal eyes staring me dead in the face.
“Go, now.”
His words weren’t harsh or mean or scary in the littlest bit. Yet the man was terrifying himself so I did as commanded and took slow deliberate steps away and forward on down the street. Closer to the scene of the crime, I realize. I look and see the boy’s eyes gray and the pupils dilated so badly you could barely see the gray in the eyes themselves. I shudder and quicken my pace. Then out of nowhere a hand appears to be on my shoulder causing me to stop in place.
“Don’t tell anyone,” again the words were not harsh but peaceful, yet serious, “I don’t want to hurt you, but…”
“Understood,” my voice came out high and squeaky do to the fact that I was filled to the brim with bone numbing fear. I’m surprised I’m still standing!
“Good now, please don’t move I am going to make this all go away…” I turned to see his eyes closing in severe concentration. I hadn’t noticed before but he was quite handsome. I didn’t have time to study him any further, because as of then I heard him say something.
“Where do you live?”
Apparently my ability to filter what I say was lost because I answered with the truth, “675 Walnut Circle,”
Obviously he read the fear on my face like an open book.
“Don’t fret, nothing is going to happen. I mean you no harm.” I doubted anyone could doubt that beautifully peaceful voice. But I couldn’t concentrate anymore, a huge and shockingly sudden wave of lethargy washed over me with the force of a tsunami. In other words I could not fight it. I could barely stand, the man reached out and gently, gingerly really took my arm above my elbow to help steady me.
“What the….”
“Its okay let me help you.” His eyes wide, innocent…I didn’t trust them.
Just then was when the strength of a tsunami made the bunny you see in snow white look scarier. This was the power of several wrecking balls and a hurricane and as of then I could fight no more, and fell into a void, just as the man scooped me up in his arms, his face, closer to mine than pleasant.
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