Summary:

There's a secret on Lanora Island, it weaves itself along the walls of this place. It is a secret so terrifying that it is said that it kills whoever hears it. A wedding's taking place on this island, and here all secrets will be unraveled. Haunted pasts, twisted minds, ex boyfriends and affairs rise to the surface. There is a serial killer on this Island. And it's one of them. One by one, everyone dies. From a broken neck, to decapitation... 33 people. 1 Island, 1 killer, will they find out who the killer is before everyone dies. And more importantly, what is the big secret that haunts this place?\

Ladies and gentlemen

friends and families

Bride and Groom

Welcome to Lanora island

Your stay here is limited.

**Every chapter, a character(s) will die. P.S. There is no main character. Either they die or they don't...**

Characters

1. Bride: Samantha Gray
2. Groom: Chris Chelson

 Chelson Family

4. Father: Derek Chelson
5. Mother: Holly chelson
6. Daughter: Chelsea
7. Daughter: Mia
8. Daughter: Gemma
9. Son: Alex
10. Ex mom: Janice Dearling

 Gray Family

12. Mother: Ashley Gray
13. Father: Jack Gray
14. Daughter: Hannah
15. Son: Jason
16. Son: Josh

17. Best Man: Nick

Brides Maids :

19. #1 Shelby Cole
20. #2 Emily White
21. #3 Tara Jules
22. #4 Lindsay Logan
23. #5 Morgan Hastings
24. #6 Linda Wells

 

Maid of Honour: Sarah Payne

 

25. Flower Girl: Josie McGraw

26. Butler: Charles Winston

27. Chef: Pablo Mona

28. Sailor: Rick Stevens

29. Ex Con: Fred Chelson

30. Ex boyfriend #1: Drew Silverchair

31. Ex boyfriend #2: Ashton Lourve

32. Priest: Father John

33. Cop #1: Andrew Frien

34. Cop # 2: Ryan Tan

35. Cop # 3: Kane Hill

36. Operator: Mark Symmons

 

Interested in reading? Comments please XD

CHAPTER 1

Westside Campgrounds. 01:23 p.m. 20/02/08

 

"GET DOWN!" he shouted.

 

I ducked, just as the box exploded.

 

Everything was quiet except for the bits of cardboard landing on the floor.

 

"Tammy! Are you all right!" he was shouting so loud my ear throbbed. I tuned my ear piece down.

 

"Yeah I'm fine."

 

"Get out of there now! They know you're in there!"

 

I froze and stood up. I bolted towards the door.

 

"Where do you think you're going sweetie?" I whirled around. A woman was standing there. Red lipstick high heeled boots. Full on skank.

 

Before I could comprehend she tossed something at me. On instinct I ducked. I found out she just threw a knife at me. She leaped at me. I let her land on me for just a moment before throwing her back onto the floor and punched her in the face. Blood leaked from her lip.

 

She snarled at me. "You'll pay for that one witch!"

 

She kicked at me. I ducked and hit her in the stomach she doubled over.

 

It was hard fighting like this. The place was willed with wood splinters everywhere, the debris the explosion had left behind.

 

She screamed and punched me in the jaw. I grabbed her by the hair and hurled her toward the door. I pulled out my shock gun and fired at her. She dropped down stunned. I wasn't yet of legal age to kill people, so the company gave me this instead.

 

"Where do I go?" I said into my speaker phone.

 

"There should be a door at your left." I bolted for it before any other unexpected people showed up.

 

It lead into a long corridor. "Count five doors down on your right and go through the sixth one." I ran.

One

 

Two

 

Three

 

Four

 

Five...

 

Six!

 

I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.

 

"It's locked!"

 

"Damn." Mark cursed. "Hold on."

 

I heard footsteps above me and some coming down the stairs.

 

"Hurry!" I hissed.

 

"Okay, okay.. Try now!"

 

It opened with ease. "You really gotta tell me how you do that." I muttered.

 

He chuckled, "In due time."

 

The door lead into yet another corridor.

 

I stopped and a dead end.

 

"Now what?"

 

"Ok, look down, there should be a vent our something."

 

I looked and unscrewed it. Crawling inside, I could hear the guards approaching.

 

"Where to now?" I looked left and right, not sure which path to take.

 

"Right. Keep going and you should see a light. "

 

I crawled. It was filthy down here. But soon, after much crawling on my hands and knees I saw it.

"Yup, I'm there now Mark, what else do I do?"

 

"Ok unscrew the bolts. There shouldn't be anyone in that room."

 

I stepped out into the room. It was the janitors closet. I saw a white work suit and I pulled it on and tied my hair back. I grabbed the cart, opened the door and stepped outside.

 

No one gave me a second look. I kept going straight. I saw the front door, but not before I saw him myself. The head honcho himself. Kyle Smith. That man was responsible for many scams and traded weapons to our enemies. He was dangerous.

 

I "accidentally" bumped into him while grabbing, a memory stick outside his pocket. Mark said it would be there. I'm only glad he was right.

 

Smith stopped me and gave me one of his charming smiles, "Do I know you?"

 

I shook my head.

 

"There she is! Don't let her get away!"

 

I looked behind me and at that instant, hands encircled me and Smith tied my wrists together. I cursed. I shouldn't have let my guard down for a second. He plucked the memory stick from my hand.

 

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that stealing is bad?"

 

I said something very unholy to him.

 

His eyebrows rose in surprise, "tsk, tsk, tsk, such language from a lady."

 

One of his guards came behind me and grabbed my hands.

 

"Why are you here?"

 

I kept my lips sealed.

 

"Tell me, and I might just let you go."

 

"Go to hell." I spat at him. I whipped my head back then forward, head butting the guy behind me. I kicked Smith in his, "you-know-wheres" he doubled over. I grabbed the memory stick from his hands.

"Get her!" Smith yelled. I ran. The doors just meters away. I would make it.

 

Biting the tape that tied my hands, I wrestled free. The guards were just behind me now. I pulled the device strapped to my leg and slammed it on the door on my way out. This place was secluded; it was in an urban area.

 

"Mark! Where's the helicopter?"

 

Soon enough, a black helicopter was descending down. I ran across the field. Bullets were fired around me. I had 6 seconds before the bomb exploded.

 

Five.

 

I ran.

 

Four.

 

More bullets.

 

Three.

 

I could hear their shouts and footsteps as they ran after me.

 

Two.

 

The helicopter was just with in my reach. With all my might I threw the memory stick at them. The man outside caught it.

 

One.

 

I jumped.

 

A deafening explosion filled the land.

 

I would make it. If only I could make it. The bottom rail of the helicopter was in my grasp. But the force from the explosion made me miss it by just a bit. My heart sank. But then an arm lashed out and grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me up. I was safe. The danger was over.
Mark sat across me sweating.

"Well there's a first for ya!"

 

I rolled my eyes. No matter how tense it was, trust Mark to say something to lighten up.

 

I was breathing heavily.

 

The guy held the memory stick and placed it in a silver case.

"Good work Agent."

 

I nodded. Then closed my eyes and went to sleep....

 

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HQ 05:00 a.m. 21/02/08

 

"Wake up! Wake up! You don't want to miss your first day at school!"

I groaned. My body ached from yesterday's hard work. I sat up. I was in my chambers again. I sighed. I had forgotten about that.

I got up and dressed.

 

Mark popped his head in once I had finished.

 

"Vandike, wants to see you now."

 

I nodded.

 

Vandike, was the head of this HQ in this area. He was very admirable. I didn't dare ask for his age but I'd say somewhere around late forties...

 

"Miss Osborne . You are aware that you have a mission today?"

I nodded.

 

"I must warn you; this is different from all your other ones. You will be enrolling into Elenore High School. There, you will come in contact of a boy named Jack Peyton." He tossed a profile to me. I opened it. Jack definitely had classic good looks. Broad shoulders, sandy blond hair and brown eyes. A girl could get used to a guy like him hanging around.

 

"He's the son of one of our enemy companies. He goes to the school you will be attending. Your job is to get close to him, get him to unravel his secrets. If you get close enough you can try to get into his dad's office, plant a bug in there and then get out. Your mission will not end immediately after that. You will be expected to keep tabs on the boy. If you leave straight after, it will arouse some suspicions. This will take time, but I'm sure you'll do fine."

 

He reached inside the drawer of his desk and pulled out a platinum watch and handed it to me. "Once you see him press the side red button to alert us. You think you can handle this?"

 

I nodded.

 

"Excellent."

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Elenore High School 08:00 a.m. 21/02/08

 

I strolled up the steps. I have been to a school before, but I have never been at one like this. It was a bit intimidating; it was like your average school. The cheerleaders were cheering near the front gates and the jocks were sitting on the bench not far from them.

 

They looked at me. I looked away. None of them were Jack Peyton. Where was he?

 

People kept looking at me as I passed. I bit my lip self-consciously but kept walking.

 

As I was walking I accidentally bumped into a cheerleader. I could tell by her uniform. A group of other girls were behind her. Curly blond hair, blue eyes, definitely.

 

"Excuse me! Watch where you're going."

 

"Sorry. I'm new here do you know where I could find the Principal's office?"

 

"Um, I did I give you permission to speak to me? What do I look like? The help?"

 

I realized everyone was looking at us. Wow, major attention.

Another girl came up to me. She definitely wasn't a cheerleader. I could tell by the way she looked at her.
"Leave her alone Brittney."

 

"Awww, made friends with the social reject already? That's so sweet."

 

"I'll show you how sweet your blood tastes if you don't shut-up." I said.

 

"Tsk, tsk, violence will get you nowhere new girl. Raise a hand against me and I'll make my daddy sue your parents so hard, you'll be picking up litter as a hobby. Bye-bye to your social life. "

 

I blinked, "You know you look like a girl daddy's little girl. You know, one of those snobby stuck up ones who think the moon is made up of cheese. Let me guess. You ask ‘daddy' to buy you anything and everything, someone who has the brain of an ant, someone who's so intellectually demented that they don't know when they've crossed the line. But she'll still be a skank at the end of the day" One of her friends sniggered. I saw the girl shoot her an irritated look.

 

That shut her up.

 

She flipped her hair, "I don't think the moon is made up of cheese, but I do know that you are soooo way in over your head new girl. Let me make this clear, you don't talk to me, don't look at me you stay away from me? Okay?"

 

I smiled a fake smile at her, "Of course." And with that final note I punched her in the face. Hard. Everyone gasped. She doubled over.

"Now let me make myself clear ‘Barbie'. If you insult me again, I'll break more than your nose next time. Bring up my family again in any conversation, and you're dead."

 

Just then the principal strolled down the hall way.

"What just happened here!" he bellowed.

 

Brittney struggled to get up she pointed a finger at me, "She's.... she hit me!.. She's dangerous."

 

He looked at me, "Is this true?"

 

"Yes sir it is." I looked at Britney whose eye was starting to swell. To my delight she flinched. "And I'd do it all again."

 

"I see. After homeroom, come to my office. Miss Clark, I'll send the nurse down to you."

 

The girl next to me exhaled heavily, "You sure do know how to make a statement."

 

I smiled in spite of myself, "One of my many talents."

 

"I'm Ruth." She said as she extended her hand.

 

I shook it, "Tammy Osborne."

 

She smiled, "Welcome to Elenore High."

 

I looked around. Most people had cleared away.

 

"You know where your homeroom is?" she asked.

 

"Nope."

 

"Let's see your form." She took it from my hands. "Hmm... looks like you're with me. Come on then."

 

Just as I turned. I saw him grinning in the darkness leaning casually against the lockers. He nodded in acknowledgement. I had just found the son of the devil.

 

Jack Peyton.

I was supposed to get to know him, to even date him if necessary. From the way he looks; sandy blonde hair, brown eyes. Schools, eligible bachelor, a girl could really get used to that guy hanging around. But I wasn't just any girl, I was a spy. "His type" was the one I hated the most. But with a guy like him around, a girl could fall in love.....

 

I pressed the red button on my watch. I wouldn't get side tracked. He was my target, nothing more.

 

Jack Peyton.

 

Run as fast as you can.....

 

 

Chapter 2

8:35 homeroom, Elenore High. 21/02/08

"So, tell me about your parents." Ruth asked.

I shrugged, "Nothing much to tell, they're dead."

"I'm so sorry."

 

"Don't be. I can't remember them anyways."

 

"How....how did they..?"

 

"Car crash."

 

"Miss Osborne, the principal would like to see you now." The teacher called.

 

I gave Ruth a smile, "Got to go now."

 

I walked out of the classroom, fully aware of gazes boring into my back.

 

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8:36 Principal's office, Elenore High. 21/02/08

 

"Have a seat Miss Osborne."

 

I sat.

 

"I don't like to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I take it you know Vandike?"

 

I froze, "I do not know what you are talking about."

 

"Don't play dumb with me Miss Osborne. I know who you are and why you are here. You were sent here to, ‘play nice with my son' were you not?"

 

"Your son?"

 

"Jack."

 

I shot up, "You're Mr. Peyton?"

 

The Principal chuckled, "Vandike, has given me a number of nicknames. But that's a first for me... Let's just say, he and I are old... acquaintances. We worked on a number of cases together. One included the ‘Peyton' robbings, I take it he thinks that I've stolen something of his, and therefore named me and my son Peyton. I always knew that Vandike was ambitious, but I never thought he didn't have loyalty."

 

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

 

He cocked his head, "From the way you....'entered' the school this morning, I saw something that I hadn't seen in a long time. I can't exactly name it, but the fire, the loneliness, and the fierce loyalty reminds me of someone.... There are many crooked agents out there, and I think that you could be the agent to set things right. You should re-think your current situation; I am not the enemy Miss Osborne."

 

"Why should I believe anything you say?"

 

"I know how Vandike works. When I was working with him, he started talk about recruiting... orphans. Children that had no parents, so that they would have no suspicions on them. Do you have parents Miss Osborne?"

 

"Not anymore."

 

He nodded as if he knew, "You were taken as a baby. Vandike raised you as his own. From a young age, I would suspect he was already training you, brainwashing you."

 

"NEVER!" I shouted, "I am complete and in full control of myself. There are others!" I hissed.

 

He froze, "Others?"

 

"Yes! Other....people that work for him. They're the only family I know. There are other....other agents there as well!"

 

He stalked over to me and grabbed me by my arms, "You must get them out of there now. Vandike is dangerous, he is absolutely lethal. He thinks I've stolen something from him, but it was never in his possession in the first place. The thing he seeks is very dangerous, and could harm you and the others. I am not the enemy here Miss Osborne, he is. Why do you think I am in charge of this school? I don't know if he's told you, but most of the students here are students whose parents couldn't care less about what happened to them. I became principal here, so that he couldn't take what wasn't his!"

 

I became limp. Is what he says true?

 

"What's your real name then?"

 

He hesitated, "Timothy Sanders."

 

"Your son?" I urged.

 

"I cannot tell you more about him, until I know you are fully on my side Miss Osborne. I'm sure even you could understand that."

 

"I understand clearly. Mr.....Sanders, and I would like for you to also understand, that until I know more about you," I pointed a finger at him, "you should be able to see the... the complications I am going through."

 

He let go of me, "I understand Miss Osborne. But let me warn you first about Vandike. Do not tell him of what we talked about today, until he is stopped, you're just going to have to trust my word."

 

"Of course Mr. Sanders. I understand perfectly."

 

"Do I have your word not to tell Vandike about this meeting?"

 

"You have my word. Spy's honor."

 

"Very well then, thank you, you should be getting to class now."

 

I walked to wards the door.

 

"Oh, and Miss Osborne?"

 

I turned around, "Yes?"

 

"Try to keep my student's faces in one piece. No matter how irritating they can be."

 

I had to smile at that one, "Of course sir."

 

I walked out of the principal's office with my head full of doubts. Who could I trust? More importantly, who was the real enemy here?

 

I bumped into somebody on my way out, "Sorry," I mumbled.

 

"Hey, you're the girl who punched cheerleader Brittney aren't you?"

 

I looked up and saw sandy blond hair.

 

Jack.

 

"Um, yes?"

 

"Not bad, I do a bit of martial arts myself."

 

"Interesting...."

 

A smile lit on his face, "Very."

 

Before warning, his fist came out of nowhere and I ducked instinctively. I kicked him in the stomach but he quickly twisted away. I punched, he ducked. He kicked, I twirled. We came to a draw. I couldn't move without him attacking, and he couldn't move without me attacking. Jack dropped out of his fighting stance.

 

"Not bad...not bad at all...." His eyes raked me, "it's nice knowing that all girls aren't the same. I'll.... See you around..." he turned and walked back down the corridor whistling tunelessly.

 

I was shocked and amazed at the same time.

 

Jack Peyton....Jack Sanders, if he really was the principal's son. Was he in on it? Or just an innocent pawn in a deadly game of chess?
I turned and went back to homeroom.

 

School passed by without anything special. The cheerleaders(Brittney) stayed clear of my path and I stayed clear of theirs. Life seemed simple.

 

Until lunch came.

 

I was sitting down with Ruth at a table. I was fully aware of everyone starring at me, but didn't bother to take notice on it.

 

"Tammy! Hey Tammy!" I recognized that voice.

 

I turned around.

 

Mark.

 

What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be....

 

"Hey Tammy." He said as he stopped at my table.

 

"Mark," I hissed, "What are you doing here?"

 

Everyone was looking this way now. Embarrassing.

 

I smiled weakly at Ruth, "Excuse us."

 

Everyone's eyes were glued to us as I pulled him out of the cafeteria's doors.

 

"Would everyone mind their own damned business?" I snapped. Eyes darted in all directions. All except Jack's. His eyes narrowed at me.
I hurled Mark against the wall, "What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" I said against gritted teeth.

 

Mark blinked, "I think I'm supposed to be helping you with this mission."

 

"Vandike sent you didn't he?" I griped is collar harder, "Didn't he!?"

 

"Yes, ok, ok, he did, but sheesh Tammy, you don't have to take it out on my shirt."

 

"Why did he send you?" I hissed.

 

"What do you mea- ow! Ow! Ow!" he said as I pinched his skin. "I didn't know you were this violent. Vandike thought you might need some help. Ok? By the way, I need to tell you where you'll be staying for this mission. Your address is 42 Lola street. You have an apartment at Marquiette Hotel. Room 1127 floor 14, here's the key. Look I'll stay out of your hair ok?"

 

I took the key. It wasn't like Vandike to forget to tell me something, but I could always use the extra help. I released him, "Never mind my hair. Things have changed."

 

Mark, now rubbing his crinkled shirt, "Tammy, you've only been here for like what? One day? And things have already changed?"

 

I rubbed my forehead, "Yes.... Mark, do you have any parents?"

 

His forehead crinkled, "Of course. They live in London now. But they send me emails every week."

 

I breathed out slowly. Then that means, what Mr. Sanders told me wasn't true, Vandike wasn't recruiting orphans... but that didn't necessarily make it false either. "Listen Mark, I can't explain this properly, but, today, I was sent to the principal's office and I-"

"On your first day too? Can't you keep your hands to yourself for one day Tammy?"

 

I smiled, "Apparently, no. This school is different, anyway, it turns out, Jack Peyton, may not be a Jack Peyton after all. Even his father's name is fake!"

Mark moved closer to me, "What are you talking about, Tammy? I mean, heck, it's only been, what? 4 hours since you were supposed to arrive here, and you think you've finished cracking the case?"

"I was sent to the Principals office. And there, we had, a... very long talk. But anyway, I found out that... that Vandike, may not be all that he seems. He's after something, something dangerous. Mr. Sander's has it, he told me.... Not to tell Vandike about what he said. So don't tell him ok? Don't tell him until I have this whole thing sorted out. He said that me, you, the others are in danger of Vandike, like, he'll do something to us and I-"

 

"And what Tammy? You believe him? For crying out loud, he isn't called the enemy for nothing! He WILL lie to you. You can't believe everything he says!"

 

"But I cannot ignore it either. Something's going on Mark, something that...something big. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore."

 

Mark sighed and pulled me into his arms. Mark was a muscular guy with curly red hair and freckles on his face. Also, my dearest friend. He was there for me ever since I could remember. I could trust him....

 

He kissed the top of my head, "Everything will be alright little sister."

 

"Whatever you say big brother." We both chuckled.

 

"Am I interrupting something?"

 

We sprang apart instantly. I turned around.

 

"What do you want Jack?"

 

"Jack? Mmm.... I don't recall telling you my name.... Word about me must get along fast." He smirked.

 

Mark looked back and forth from me to him, "I'll uh," he cleared his throat, "I'll go tell the Principal your new address... See you later then Tammy..."

 

I nodded.

 

Jack leaned against the wall, "I take it you're taken then?"

 

"Taken?"

 

"Unavailable?"

 

"I'm talking to you right now aren't I?"

 

He chuckled, "You know, for a girl who has fast fists, her brain's pretty slow. Are you dating him?"

 

This idea was so ridiculous I had to laugh. I mean Me? Dating MARK? Sure he was my closest friend, but definitely not boyfriend material. Well, for me anyway.

 

"Let me in on the Joke?"

 

"Just the thought that you-!" more giggles, "Think that..that- I'm dating Mark!"

 

Jack looked thoughtful, "You're pretty when you laugh."

 

That stopped my laughter immediately.

 

"So I take it you're not dating....Mark?"

 

"You wish." I shot back.

 

"Temper..temper... and actually that would be the last thing in the world for me to wish. For it now means you can have dinner with me tonight."

 

"Dinner? Tonight? With you?"

 

He sighed again, "Do you have hearing problems?" I spluttered for a quick reply, "Or maybe, you're just so flattered that I asked you."

 

I grimaced, "Hardly."

 

"Oh well, a guy can dream."

 

"Infatuated with the new girl already Jack?" I asked him.

 

He rubbed his chin, "Infatuation? I intend it to last longer than that."
"Don't you think this is a bit....fast? I mean, I've only just got here today. I only just met you, I'm just an ordinary new girl."

 

He stepped closer to me. I wanted to run, but felt that I couldn't. His warm brown eyes held me in his gaze. His finger skimmed down the side of my neck and leaned in closer to me. Jack bent down closer to my ear, "All the things you said would be true...but I'll just bet you're anything but an ordinary girl aren't you Tammy Osborne?"

 

I almost closed my eyes....

 

"I'll pick you up at seven then." My eyes snapped open and he was already walking away. "Don't worry I'll get your address, after all my dad's the principal isn't he. I'll look forward to it...Tammy."

 

I stared wordlessly after him.

 

Jack Peyton?

 

Jack Sanders?

 

Son of the devil?

 

Or

 

Son of an angel?

 

Just who is he?

 

Who can I trust? Who is the enemy?

 

This wasn't going to end well....

 

 

 

 

"Explain to me why we are doing this again?"

"Because, Paul, I want my friends to stop mocking me." I said while adjusted my earring.

"About what?!"

I sighed, "Look, I'm 18 and I still haven't had my first REAL kiss. I just want to...experience it. I mean, it's kind of hard to kiss a human guy without your fangs getting in the way, so that's why I want you to get all of you vampire friends and recommend me for a date," I turned to him, "please get some guys that aren't... well jerks like Mike Drustan... I mean although I want to lose my lip virginity, I'm not going to give this special experience away to some jerk who can't tell the difference of a Tony Award and Tony Hawk. Ok?"

Paul sighed and ran a hand through his thick hair. Paul was handsome with his dark looks and mesmerizing eyes. I should find somebody for him someday... I'd really like to see him with someone for a change. But besides all that, me and Paul have been best friends forever.

He was a vampire too. So it was easy to be myself with him. No secrets. Since we were in pre-school he's always looked out for me and even though we went to separate High-schools he still kept in touch with me

An idea came to me, "I've got it!"

"What? A life that doesn't concern your friend's opinions so much?"

"Har, har, Paul, yes you're very funny. I meant an idea to find the perfect guy."

He waited.

"Speed dating!"

His mouth dropped.

"So I want you to round up all the eligible vamp guys you can think of."

"I still don't see why it's so important," Paul said.

 

"You don't have to," I shot back, "just please, do me this one favor?"

He deliberated a bit and then gave in, "Fine..."

 

"Thank you!" I squealed.

 

"Yeah...whatever, just make sure that you're ready and dressed by 4:00. I'll meet you at my dad's restaurant."

 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said as I hugged him.

 

I met him exactly at 4:00 at his dad's dinner.

 

"Ok, looks like the guys are ready, sit down and, hopefully you'll find the guy you're looking for."

 

I settled in the booth.

 

The first guy came through and sat down. I could just see the tips of his fangs. He had big glasses, one that kept slipping down his nose and braces.

 

‘never judge a book by it's cover,' I said in my head, ‘never judge a book by it's cover,'

 

"Hi!" guy number 1 snorted. Then sneezed into his hand. WITHOUT a hankie may I just add and then, ick, offered the SAME hand to shake mine.

 

"NEXT!" I yelled. The timer was barely past 20 seconds.

 

Guy number two looked ordinary enough.

 

"Hello." I said offering my hand, BEFORE he had the chance to sneeze into it.

 

"Hi,"

 

I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off.

 

"So, what's your favorite hobby? I mean, mines playing runescape online and after classes I work at the city library. And, you know what really bugs me the most?"

 

I opened my mouth to speak...-

 

"Newbies! I mean, they're new people to the job. But they don't even know the difference between a...."

 

Blah, blah, blah, blah, that's all I could hear coming out of his mouth. Did this guy ever stop talking?

 

"...And like, you know how there are some book series right? People take them off the shelf to look at them but don't even put them in the right order so it goes book number one, two, three, SIX then four...."

Was this guy serious? I didn't even do that.

 

The timer rang. Five minutes? I've been- well HE'S been talking for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES? It seemed more like an hour.

 

"So..." he finally stopped, "Want to go out on Saturday night? I've got a 10:00 curfew, but you know, I never really got the point of curfew, I mean it just limits us..."

 

I groaned inwardly, there he goes again.

 

"NEXT!" I screamed.

 

Guy number three came forward. He looked really hot, blonde, blue eyes. All American guy.

 

"Hey, I'm Jon."

 

I offered him my nicest of nice smiles.

 

"I'm Kylie. So... tell me a bit about yourself."

 

"I like swimming."

 

I waited for some more info. And waited.. -_-

 

"And..." I prompted.

 

He shrugged, "That's it I guess."

 

"Umm..." I fumbled for some more questions, please, don't let this guy be another Mike Drustan I prayed, he had the looks, now I want to see if he's got the brains, "What's your idea of a date?"

 

"Well, you know, we could go swimming, then eat dinner near the pool, then watch this awesome movie, Seabiscuit."

 

Definitely another Mike Drustan, a guy who has hair spray where his brain should be. He leaned towards me and smiled a toothy smile, showing me his full extended fangs.

 

"You do know that's about a horse right?" I said.

 

He looked confused, "A...seahorse?"

 

"NEXT!" not even 3 minutes.

 

Paul came out, "That's it."

 

I stared at him.

 

He shifted uncomfortably, "Um...Kylie..you going to say-"

 

"THREE IDOTS WAS THE BEST YOU COULD DO!?"

 

"Um...well, you did say three vampires and I-"

 

"Forget it." I said as I stormed out.

 

"Come on, wasn't there one you liked?"

 

"No. Idiot number 1 sneezed into his hand then offered it to me. Idiot number 2 kept talking until my ears bled and Idiot number 3 had a disturbing infatuation with a swimming pool. I think he swallowed too much chlorine, that it affected his brain."

 

"Awww, come on Kylie don't be mean."

 

"Just forget it. I'm not going to get my first REAL kiss with someone special until I'm married. If I even DATE first!"

 

"Don't be too hard on yourself. The guy who will worship every step you take could be closer than you think."

 

I choked a laugh, "Yeah... as long as he's a vampire too. Otherwise I might accidentally bite his tongue again."

 

Later that night after dinner the door bell rang.

 

"I'll get it." I yelled to Paul.

 

"Kay!"

 

I opened the door and saw a cute guy standing on my doorstep.

 

"Hello, my name is James," he took my hand and kissed it. I blushed furiously. "And you must be Kylie. Is Paul here?"

 

"Um...er..yes..hold on..."

 

I ran to Paul's study.

 

"There's a guy there, he wants to talk to you."

 

"I'm coming," he said as he got out of his chair.

 

"Hey Tom, how are you doing?"

 

"Pretty good." He looked at me, "mind if I talk to you in the other room?"

 

"Sure." The two guys went Paul's study to talk.

 

I poured some drinks for them and went to give it to them. When I just got outside of the door, I heard a gasp.

 

"Really? Kylie does?" Was that Tom?

 

I paused and leaned against the door. They were talking about me?

 

"Yes..it's an unfortunate trait that runs through her family. Once you kiss her, she practically slobbers on you. I mean, I wouldn't know from experience but her last boyfriend....well we had a man, to man conversation. Apparently she jumps to conclusion. One kiss, and it's like she'll want to marry you or something. That's why her last boyfriend dumped her. Mike Drustan." PAUL?

 

That was a lie. Completely and utterly a lie.

 

I dropped the drinks in shock.

 

"I'm sure she has a great personality...but..." Tom hesitated.

 

"No worries man, I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into first."

 

"Yeah... I guess I should get going then..."

 

"Bye."

 

I quickly gathered the cups and as Tom came out I hid behind a pot plant.

 

"You know your way out?"

 

"Yup. See you."

 

As soon as I heard the door close behind Tom, Paul turned around. He flinched in shock. He looked embarrassed to see me there. "Hey Kylie."

 

"HEY KYLIE? HEY KYLIE? THAT'S ALL YOU'VE GOT TO SAY TO ME?!" I felt my fangs extending in rage.

 

"How.... How..much...did you hear-?"

 

"ALL OF IT!" I hissed, I hurled a glass cup at his head. From years of experience he ducked. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? I TRUSTED YOU! ARE YOU THE REASON WHY EVERY VAMP GUY HAS BEEN AVOIDING ME?"

 

"Well.." he started... I hurled the next glass at him. Which he ducked. Again.

 

"SLOBBERS? MARRIAGE? JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO SAY THINGS ABOUT ME LIKE THAT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND! AND UNLESS YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, I BROKE UP WITH MIKE DRUSTAN, NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND!" I screeched.

 

"Kylie, you have to understand....-"

 

"UNDERSTAND WHAT? THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THAT? HOW COULD YOU!?"
"How could I? HOW COULD I?" Paul was raising his voice now. HIS fangs were growing now.

 

"YES, PAUL, HOW COULD YOU. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND!" I stopped, we were breathing heavily at each other. Something was nagging at my mind. I gasped when I realized what it was.

 

"And at the dinner... YOU SET ME UP WITH THOSE...THOSE....THREE JERKHEADS?"

 

"YES, KYLIE IT WAS, I DID IT FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"

 

"HA! OH YEAH, THAT'S REALLY HILARIOUS. you, KNOW WHAT'S BEST, FOR me? WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHY. WHY DID YOU DO IT?"

 

Paul ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, "BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU DAMMIT!"

 

I froze. A few seconds went by....

 

"Love?" I whispered. All the anger in me... just suddenly vanished.

 

"YES, I LOVE YOU OK? I ALWAYS HAVE EVER SINCE THAT TIME WHEN YOU WERE 13 AND SPILT THAT CHOCOLATE SAUCE ON ME AT MY BIRTHDAY. I'VE LOVED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU STARTED TO DATE THAT JERK MIKE DRUSTAN. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU AND EVER SINCE YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM, I VOWED THAT ONE DAY I WOULD HAVE YOU, AND SINCE THEN I'D MAKE OTHER GUYS STAY AWAY FROM YOU!"

 

"You didn't have the right!"

 

"No. Perhaps I didn't," his voice was softer now. "But I guess that's where the saying ‘Love makes people do crazy things."

 

The words sunk in..."But...but you never said anything!"

 

"No. I only gave you a million hints and implied it a million times idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot!"

 

"What does the phrase, the guy who will worship every step you take could be closer than you think mean?"

 

I spluttered. It was just...how could I have not seen it?

 

Paul's face closed off, "I ah... I didn't think the thought of me being your boyfriend would be so distasteful... I'll stay out of your life from now on. "He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small address book and slapped it into my hand. "There should be at least one guy in there that should be to your taste."

 

"Paul I..." but he didn't seem to hear me. He opened the door and walked out of my apartment.

 

Away from me...

 

Did I really love Paul the whole time?

 

I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed.

 

The tears began to fall.

 

Was it true? All my life did he really love me?

 

Did I love him?

 

I cried myself to sleep.

******************************************
The next morning the phone rang.

 

I looked at the clock it was 9 a.m. "Hello?" I murmured.

 

"Hey, is this Kylie?"

 

I sat up and cleared my throat, "It is."

 

"This is Tom, listen um, Paul came to my apartment last night... and did you two get into a fight? I mean I know it's none of my business, but I really hate to see him like this... and um..he told me what happened. After I...erm left."

 

I sighed, "I won't be able to make him feel better Tom, he hates me now."

 

"Actually.." he began, "I think he loves you...I KNOW he loves you. Do you love him?"

 

"Ummm....I...I don't know!"

 

"Think Kylie, please, he told me he was flying back to London to live his parents now."

 

I sat up straight, "He did?"

 

"Yes Kylie, and if you...if you still want him, I'd get over here as soon as possible because his flight is at 1:00 p.m. Here's the address..."
He gave it to me.

 

"Yes, I'll go over there right away."

 

"Ok...I've got some errands to run, and hopefully, that will give you enough privacy..."

 

I smiled, "Thanks Tom."

 

"Anything for a friend. And by the way... the things Paul said to me about you yesterday...that wasn't...I mean...you...-"

 

"NO Tom."

 

He sighed with relief, "Ok, good then. Good luck."

 

I hung up.

 

Did I love Paul? The thought of him leaving, tore me apart. Maybe I had always loved him, but he was just so close all the time, I never really noticed. I loved him. It rang clear and true in my head.

 

I had to go tell him.

 

I reached Tom's apartment at 10:00 a.m. just as I saw Tom leaving.

 

"Good luck." He whispered.

 

"Thanks," I whispered back.

 

I knocked on the door. I heard footsteps.

 

Paul opened it. He looked so tired. His hair was tousled and his eyes so sleepy. He was even shirtless. I never realized how muscular or broad his chest was until now...

 

I didn't know what to say, I didn't think about what I'd say, I was just so intent on talking to him first.
"Um...hi..."

 

His eyes showed no recognition.

 

The silence stretched on between us..."I love you!" I blurted. Better to get to the point than to beat around the bush.

 

Still no emotion.

 

"No you don't. You hate me." He said.

"I LOVE YOU PAUL! Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

 

"I guess the people I hang around must have influenced my behavior."

 

"Oh! Fine then, I guess there's only one way to prove it to you!" I grabbed him by the ears and kissed him. On the lips. For all to see. In front of the neighbor walking the dog, in front of the girls on the way to school.

 

But I didn't care.

 

I felt my fangs extending and our mouths became crowded. Paul responded instantly and dragged me into the apartment. He backed me up against the wall and let go for some air.

 

He pressed his forehead against mine, his fangs white against his tanned skin, "Are you punishing me? Is this a punishment?"

 

"No Paul it's not. I love you."

 

He was kissing my neck now careful not to poke me. "Then it's a dream, it must be a dream."

 

"No Paul, it isn't a dream."

 

"But... you won't know how many times I've dreamt of this moment, how hard I've wished for it."

 

He dragged me to the couch and set me on top of him and held me close. But still he kept kissing my hair.

 

"When did you know?" he asked.

 

"I think...I think I knew all along."

 

More kisses, "You did?"

 

I nodded.

 

"I love you Kylie."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Say it..." he growled.

 

I laughed and turned so I faced him. "Ok, ok. I love you Paul."

 

"That's all I wanted to hear..."

 

He began kissing me again and I knew it would be sometime before we stopped.....

 

The End.

 

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About me:

I'm 13 years old and I love to read and write. I'm an artist, though has no interest becomming one professionaly, and a musician (Piano and Violin.)

 

14/11/08

Hey guys, well I've nearly finished a Dark Pursuit.(LOL I know I keep saying that) It's just that I've been really busy. If I could write all the time, trust me I would. And I would like to thank your support. I'm not sure which story to continue, but only time will tell. I am really excited about my next story after a Dark Pursuit. This is NOT included in my "Dark" category, it is a new one. So hopefully, I am trying my best to get stories oout there but time is not on my side. So please PLEase PLease be patient!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A Dark PUrsuit will hopefully be released next week.

 

Happy Reading

 

 

19/10/08

 

Think, think, think. Lately, I've been having all sorts of great ideas for stories, that it's really cramming up my brain. I've got exams now, in week three, so about two weeks from now, I"m really, really, really nervous and yet all I think about is writing. What's wrong with me? But I know I have to set my priorities straight. Starting with studying(ugh) then after exams are over I can write, write, write. Yay!

So the reason why I don't post many stories is because of my exams.

Sorry about that!

But annyway, my ideas for my new stories, are really taking up room in my brain, so I will write them down. After I finish A Dark Pursuit, I think I may want to take a break from the 'paranormal' for a while and will work on my contemporaries

. My contemporaries, will probably about spies and agents(my favourite type of book). Here are my titles I have thought of and will write, after I finish A Dark Pursuit

.Here are my Titles:

• Kiss Me, Kill me
• Black-Mailed into loving you
• Love me, Love me, my prince of Darkness(a paranormal, but I still wanted to jot that down.)
• No Kiss No Tell
• A Love Unforgotten
• Love undercover
• Love Everlasting.

(these story titles are copyrighted by me) I know there are a few more in my head, but I can't remeber them now. (Sigh)

.There have been a few queries about The Angel's Heart. To be honest I really didn't think people like it that much, that's why I've stopped it.

.Anyways, hopefully, I'll do well in my exams and therefore will be allowed to write more. I am trying to post my stories on my blog, so that it is easier for people to find,but it keeps getting messed up. So please be patient. Thanks, everyone!

.Happy Reading!