Post by Brokenhearts on Jul 12, 2006 18:14:23 GMT -5
‘It was early evening when they met for the first time. The sun had literally just ducked it’s head under the eadge of the Earth when she came knocking on their door, begging for shelter.
They had been sitting in their living room, talking, playing various instaments, on the internet- just being together. They could hear the howling wind outside, and the rain smacking the glass like pellets of ice rather than droplets of water. Thunder rolled over head, causing their dog to bar-’
He cut himself off, sick of writing the usless piece of junk. It was ment to be the start of a horror story, but it sounded more romantic than he had ment it to be. He was starting to wander why he had to take Enlish for GCSEs.
“It’s not like I don’t know how to speak the bleeding language,” he muttered angrily, scrunching the paper up into a ball, throwing it out his window, aiming it at a passer by’s head. He got it, and he ducked back inside, hoping not to be caught.
He left his room, grumbling darkly about stupid school, and pointless homework. He had better things to do than pertend he knew anything about creative writing.
“DAD!” he yelled as he searched for his shoes, “I’M GOING OUT!”
“When you coming back?” his father replied, coming into the hall way. His father was quite young, all things considered, and he still had his pitch black hair, and handsome chistled features. Though they were starting to look worn out, like marble did after several hundred years. Was not surprising, he was going through a pretty stressfull divource.
“Later,” shrugged his son, who looked surprisingly more like a brother to the older man, rather than a son, “I’ll call home if it’s later than usual.”
“Nine thirty,” his father warned.
“Yeah yeah,” he grinned in reply. Though his words were ill picked, and a little rude, his tone and body told his father what he needed to know.
He nodded and stroled back to his study to work. It was this son, above his other two, that worried him most.
He stood outside his front door and sighed deeply, breathing in the sweet air of the subberbs. It was far enough out of the city for him to be able to have relatively freash air, but close enough for him not to be bored.
He smiled to himself, and headed down his street to hammer at his friend’s door, and try and get him to come and hang out. He already had his phone out and was dialing the number of another friend. He didn’t know what he wanted to do, he just knew he didn’t want to do it alone. He liked having his friends around.
As he walked down the street, a girl brushed past him. Under normal cercumstances he would never have noticed her. But there was something about her that made him look at her.
Her blonde hair was blown back by the breeze, showing her light skin, and angry, thunderous fire like brown eyes. She wore no make up, and she still had a forceful air about her.
She had jeans on, and a band t-shirt. She wore a black tench coat over the top, like she was hiding something. She wore sturdy black boots that seemed made for hard work- what ever she did.
At her belt he saw a gun, a dagger, something sharp that glinted in the noon sun, and something he didn’t recognise.
He turned away from her, hiding his shock. She looked around his age, maybe a little older- what would she need wepons for. He swollowed hard, and tried to push her to the back of his mind, and talk to his friend who had finally decided to pick up.
Unbeknown to him, that one sighting would change his life forever.
The girl rounded the corner, and stopped in her tracks. She backed out of it a little, and looked at his back. He seemed to be trying not to look over his shoulder to where she went. She smiled grimly- another one…
That evening as he made his way back from the town centre, alone, he felt himself shiver. Ever since he had seen that girl in the noon time, he hadn’t felt safe since. He’d look round and he could almost swear that he could see people staring at him, looking at him in a new light or something. He knew something had happened, something had change- what what on earth could it be?!
He scuffed his old worn, falling appart trainers on the ground as he walked, hands stuffed in his pokets. He glared at the ground, occasionally flicking back his longish hair- straight and black like his father’s.
He eventually became aware that someone was walking with him. That person was about the same height as him, with a lithe build. They were walking insyinc with him, and with a similar posture. He turned his head to look at them.
It was a boy, around his age, a year or two older at the most. He was dressed darkly. Marron jumpers, black jeans, black vans on his feet. His dark brown hair was wavey and fell in his face.
The boy looked at him. “Hey Will,” he said casually.
He stopped dead in his tacks, the boy stopped too. “You know my name?”
“It’s your name?!” asked the stranger, as though really shocked, “wow, my sister’s right- I do have a knack for guessing names.” He laughed at himself. “Did I scare you?” He said nothing in reply. “Sorry if I did, don’t mean to. You just looked like a Will to me- or Billy, but it’s pretty much the same name.”
Will gave him a strange look. The stranger was at least a year older that him. Though he still held a childishness about him, it was pretty obvious to everyone to him. His face was mature, but could easily be manipulated to look young, childish and carefree- his features were that fluide. He plainly didn’t enjoy hiding emotion. His happy-go-lucky face fitted well with his humourous large hazel eyes. They seemed to spark with fun and interest. If Will hadn’t been caught so unawares by him, he was pretty sure he would have started talking to him anyway. He found himself being drawn to the stranger in some strange way.
“Who are you?” asked Will.
“My real name’s Shadow,” he replied, his face falling, his mood darkening, “but call me Bert. All who know me do.”
Will didn’t know how to reply to that he just nodded. “What do you want?”
“I’m not sure…” mused Bert, happily, “I just know you’re like us.”
“Us…?”
Bert shrugged. “Just us. We’re different, so are you. So yeah, us.”
Will stared at him. ‘What? Is this an escaped nut case or something?’ he asked himself, unwilling to speak aloud.
“You don’t know do you?” asked Bert, sadly, sighing deeply. Will shook his head in reply. Bert sighed again, heavily, flornly. “It’s always hardest when you have no idea of what’s going on.”
“Umm, yeah…” agreed Will, blankly, getting inncreasingly worried, “I have to go home now…”
Bert looked up sharply. “Nooo!” he yelped, grabbing hold of Will’s arm, his already wide hazel eyes widening even further, “no no no no no!” he protested,, “no way. You do that, you put your family at risk.”
“What would you know about my family?”
Bert sighed. His face became serious, as did his manner. His carefree emotion diminished entirely. It was serious. Will found himself trusting the other boy, and not really knowing why. They had only known each other a few minutes, it was still there.
“Follow me,” Bert said, looking up, grabbing hold of Willl’s wrist, “and be careful.”
“What of?”
“Either my sister, or the other side of us.”
“You keep saying us.”
“Coz you are one of us. I’ll explain it in a moment, we just need to get somewhere safer.”
Will looked up and down the empty street in the middle of subberbia. What could be more safe than that? Not cars were going down it, the shops were shut or shutting, it was getting on to sunset, and no one was out. Not even the usual ‘gangster’ kids that liked to roam the streets late at night because it was ‘cool’. What could he be in danger of.
Then the other part of Bert’s statement hit him.
“Why do I need to be careful of your sister?”
“Because I gave a Red Bull to drink at lunch, coz she wouldn’t shut up, and now she’s hyper.”
“Umm…”
“When you meet her you’ll see. She’s a prangster at heart soul and her entire being. It’s a dangerous combination being-”
“One of us,” Will finished, “I guessed.”
Bert stopped, and looked at Will grinning crazily. “Hey! You’re catching on.”
Will grinned in return then went back to being yanked up the street by Bert.
Bert refused to talk after that. He pulled him through a back ally, and just walked as fast as possible, almost to the point of running, but he didn’t want to loose Will, so he kept a hold of him. It was what felt like hours in the almost total silence that the two boys went round the back allies.
The Bert stopped, out side an old, semi-detatched house. It seemed in good conidition, and inside was dark and depressing. They couldn’t look into the back window. It had no garden, it litterally opened onto the allyway.
He tilted his head back so he could see furhter up- it was several stories high! He guessed it had been a very beautiful house once. Cared for, lived in, homely. Now it was left to rot and die. It was an empty shell, and had no more of the homelyness about it.
“Wait here,” Bert told him, “and if my sister comes-” he stopped himself. “Nah, she probably won’t. To busy.”
‘Doing what?’ wandered Will to himself.
“Never mind, forget I said anything,” continued Bert, “just stay here, and if anyone comes, ignore them. If they ignore you, then they’re one of us. More often than not.”
“I hate being left in the dark,” grumbled Will in return.
“I take it you hate school then,” his new found friend replied, opening the door and walking into the house.
Before Will got the insult and was able to retort, Bert was in the house looking triumphant.
For ages Will was left standing out side, wandering what he was supposed to do. He scuffed his trainers, leaning on the wall, humming random tunes to himself. From time to time he’d try and practise his drum kit against air, but he couldn’t hear it- so he felt stupid.
By the end of it, he had taken out his ipod and started absently going with the drummers of the song, if he could, to keep himself occupied.
He would have left ages before. But something made him stay. He could sense the urgency of it all. He could feel something big was brewing. He had been able to feel it for a while. He just thought it had been exams- apparently not.
He had talked about it with his younger brother, he had felt it too- but Derek, like Will, was also under exam pressure. They both had concluded that it had to be that and nothing more.
He sighed heavily, kicking a stone into a deep part of shadow. Something had started a chain of events. What ever it was, was a total mystery to him. And those events? Well, he’d just have to wait and see.
Some times Will damned himself for following his gut feeling. He did so again, but it only made him stay, as the feeling got more and more intense.
“Hurry up,” he muttered, “I gotta get home!” He put his music on pause trying to find something more suited to his irritable mood.
He heard a soft female laugh from some where near by. He looked up, his large eyes widening further. He was scared. That laugh, that small tinkling laugh gave him shivers, and made his hair stand on end. It was beautiful, like soft chiming music. But deadly as sin, and he knew it.
He squinted his eyes into the gloom, trying to see- something. Anything! Anything that would tell him there was a female standing there that had made the spine chilling laugh, and that he wasn’t going entirely mental. He was starting to think that he had made Bert up.
He strained his ears to listen for any give away sounds. He heard it. Stiletto heels on the hard concrete floor. It hit the floor with a soft click click of the thin heels. He could even hear the soft tap of the front of the shoe when it hit the floor. He heard the soft rustle of clothing on clothing as the steps stopped, and the arms crossed- so he guessed.
“You do know that talking to your self,” said a soft, calm, silky voice- plainly a girls, her voice was like her laugh. Soft, deadly, dangerous, and made him even more drawn to her than he ever could imagine. Perhaps it was the danger in her voice, but it was the danger that made him scared of her to. And they hadn’t even spoken yet. “Is the first sign of madness?”
“I thought it was the third,” he replied, trying to keep his voice even, and hide the worry and fear.
“What’s the first?”
“Hair growing on the palm of your hand.”
“Second?”
“Checking for hair growing on the palm of your hand.”
She laughed again. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. How could she scare him so much, and he still not have been able to see his face. It just didn’t make sense to him.
“Who you waiting for?” she asked, he heard her shoes clip clip as she walked closer towards him. Her top half was pulled further into shadow, and the bottom half was more able to be seen.
“Bert,” he replied, his voice strangled, trying to keep himself calm, it was hard when she had such a dramatic effect on him.
“Aahh,” she whispered, her voice very breathy, “another… No wander Bert is the Seeker.”
A confused look crossed his face. “You know him?”
“Very well,” she replied, “he’s very good at what he does, obviously… you even have the physic for this.”
“For what?”
She chuckled. Knowingly. It was much less spine tingling. But it still had a similar effect. “You shall find out,” she told him, “all in good time.”
“Who are you?” he demanded, feeling confused and annoyed.
“Who am I?” she responded, "are you sure that’s the right… phrase for me?”
“Huh?”
She stepped forewords, in the blast of dying sunlight. She was… unique. It was the only way to describe her as a whole. Unique. Neither wholly beautiful, but she was by no means ugly.
Her dark auburn hair sparkled and shone with the rays of the dying sun. Like amber, pure amber spun into threads. She shook it away from her unusual heart shaped face, managing to keep part of it in front of her shoulder, and the most of it behind the other. It had been layer to frame her face, and the rest fell down her back in a fiery waterfall, setting off her unusual, interesting face.
Her face bore no trace of make up, not even on her lips to stop them from cracking. As he watched her, she poked out a delicate tongue and licked her lips moist again. Her lips were small and full, and almost rose bud shaped. Like how Rafael painted his Virgin Marys. When she smiled, as she did so suddenly, she showed slightly unlined teeth. They were perfectly straight and white, but not in line with each other. Her eyes were wide and changing, with dark, dusky autumn colours of dark forest green, dark blue, yellow amber and a shimmer of red and orange. They were rimmed thick dark eye lashes, make her eyes her most prominent feature about her. Her cheek bones were high and obvious, giving her a royal look, which made her eyes stand out even more that the eye lashes.
Her body was very curvy, but very light. Like she barely weighed anything. Will figured she was either a dancer or a swimmer of some kind.
She wore a black corset top with a light three-quarter sleeve blouse on top. Her legs were covered with tight fitting black trousers, and on her feet she wore high black stilettos. The black nature of her clothes set off her lightly tanned skin, though he was pretty sure it was more likely to burn.
“Who am I…” she mused, dreamily, “what am I…” Her head had tilted slightly as she thought about his question. “Such simple questions… for such a complicated answer…” She looked back at him, directly into his eyes. He would have stumbled backwards if he hadn’t been so caught up in the intensity of her eyes. “There are many answers to them,” she told him, walked towards him, “which one would you like to hear?”
Will was rooted to the spot, he could not move! She seemed to have this… power over him! He wanted to shake his head, and tell her he didn’t know. But it was like he was paralysed.
As she reached him, she reached out a hand and pushed him against the wall. She was a tall girl, and her high heels made her as tall as him, so when she bent towards his ear to talk to him, she didn’t need to bend far.
“Are even sure you want to know?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, shakily, finally regaining speech again.
“Aurora!” snapped a familiar voice from the door way where Bert went in, “how many time have I told you not to mess around with the new comers.”
The girls turned round, and pouted childishly. “You know I can’t help myself,” she told Bert, “it’s just too much fun.”
Bert grumbled under his breath and walked forewords to grab Will’s sleeve.
“Don’t mind her,” Bert told him, “she’s sweet really, but she loves messing round.”
“Your sister?”
“Not my blood related one.”
“Oh…”
“They’re pretty damn similar though.”
They had been sitting in their living room, talking, playing various instaments, on the internet- just being together. They could hear the howling wind outside, and the rain smacking the glass like pellets of ice rather than droplets of water. Thunder rolled over head, causing their dog to bar-’
He cut himself off, sick of writing the usless piece of junk. It was ment to be the start of a horror story, but it sounded more romantic than he had ment it to be. He was starting to wander why he had to take Enlish for GCSEs.
“It’s not like I don’t know how to speak the bleeding language,” he muttered angrily, scrunching the paper up into a ball, throwing it out his window, aiming it at a passer by’s head. He got it, and he ducked back inside, hoping not to be caught.
He left his room, grumbling darkly about stupid school, and pointless homework. He had better things to do than pertend he knew anything about creative writing.
“DAD!” he yelled as he searched for his shoes, “I’M GOING OUT!”
“When you coming back?” his father replied, coming into the hall way. His father was quite young, all things considered, and he still had his pitch black hair, and handsome chistled features. Though they were starting to look worn out, like marble did after several hundred years. Was not surprising, he was going through a pretty stressfull divource.
“Later,” shrugged his son, who looked surprisingly more like a brother to the older man, rather than a son, “I’ll call home if it’s later than usual.”
“Nine thirty,” his father warned.
“Yeah yeah,” he grinned in reply. Though his words were ill picked, and a little rude, his tone and body told his father what he needed to know.
He nodded and stroled back to his study to work. It was this son, above his other two, that worried him most.
He stood outside his front door and sighed deeply, breathing in the sweet air of the subberbs. It was far enough out of the city for him to be able to have relatively freash air, but close enough for him not to be bored.
He smiled to himself, and headed down his street to hammer at his friend’s door, and try and get him to come and hang out. He already had his phone out and was dialing the number of another friend. He didn’t know what he wanted to do, he just knew he didn’t want to do it alone. He liked having his friends around.
As he walked down the street, a girl brushed past him. Under normal cercumstances he would never have noticed her. But there was something about her that made him look at her.
Her blonde hair was blown back by the breeze, showing her light skin, and angry, thunderous fire like brown eyes. She wore no make up, and she still had a forceful air about her.
She had jeans on, and a band t-shirt. She wore a black tench coat over the top, like she was hiding something. She wore sturdy black boots that seemed made for hard work- what ever she did.
At her belt he saw a gun, a dagger, something sharp that glinted in the noon sun, and something he didn’t recognise.
He turned away from her, hiding his shock. She looked around his age, maybe a little older- what would she need wepons for. He swollowed hard, and tried to push her to the back of his mind, and talk to his friend who had finally decided to pick up.
Unbeknown to him, that one sighting would change his life forever.
The girl rounded the corner, and stopped in her tracks. She backed out of it a little, and looked at his back. He seemed to be trying not to look over his shoulder to where she went. She smiled grimly- another one…
That evening as he made his way back from the town centre, alone, he felt himself shiver. Ever since he had seen that girl in the noon time, he hadn’t felt safe since. He’d look round and he could almost swear that he could see people staring at him, looking at him in a new light or something. He knew something had happened, something had change- what what on earth could it be?!
He scuffed his old worn, falling appart trainers on the ground as he walked, hands stuffed in his pokets. He glared at the ground, occasionally flicking back his longish hair- straight and black like his father’s.
He eventually became aware that someone was walking with him. That person was about the same height as him, with a lithe build. They were walking insyinc with him, and with a similar posture. He turned his head to look at them.
It was a boy, around his age, a year or two older at the most. He was dressed darkly. Marron jumpers, black jeans, black vans on his feet. His dark brown hair was wavey and fell in his face.
The boy looked at him. “Hey Will,” he said casually.
He stopped dead in his tacks, the boy stopped too. “You know my name?”
“It’s your name?!” asked the stranger, as though really shocked, “wow, my sister’s right- I do have a knack for guessing names.” He laughed at himself. “Did I scare you?” He said nothing in reply. “Sorry if I did, don’t mean to. You just looked like a Will to me- or Billy, but it’s pretty much the same name.”
Will gave him a strange look. The stranger was at least a year older that him. Though he still held a childishness about him, it was pretty obvious to everyone to him. His face was mature, but could easily be manipulated to look young, childish and carefree- his features were that fluide. He plainly didn’t enjoy hiding emotion. His happy-go-lucky face fitted well with his humourous large hazel eyes. They seemed to spark with fun and interest. If Will hadn’t been caught so unawares by him, he was pretty sure he would have started talking to him anyway. He found himself being drawn to the stranger in some strange way.
“Who are you?” asked Will.
“My real name’s Shadow,” he replied, his face falling, his mood darkening, “but call me Bert. All who know me do.”
Will didn’t know how to reply to that he just nodded. “What do you want?”
“I’m not sure…” mused Bert, happily, “I just know you’re like us.”
“Us…?”
Bert shrugged. “Just us. We’re different, so are you. So yeah, us.”
Will stared at him. ‘What? Is this an escaped nut case or something?’ he asked himself, unwilling to speak aloud.
“You don’t know do you?” asked Bert, sadly, sighing deeply. Will shook his head in reply. Bert sighed again, heavily, flornly. “It’s always hardest when you have no idea of what’s going on.”
“Umm, yeah…” agreed Will, blankly, getting inncreasingly worried, “I have to go home now…”
Bert looked up sharply. “Nooo!” he yelped, grabbing hold of Will’s arm, his already wide hazel eyes widening even further, “no no no no no!” he protested,, “no way. You do that, you put your family at risk.”
“What would you know about my family?”
Bert sighed. His face became serious, as did his manner. His carefree emotion diminished entirely. It was serious. Will found himself trusting the other boy, and not really knowing why. They had only known each other a few minutes, it was still there.
“Follow me,” Bert said, looking up, grabbing hold of Willl’s wrist, “and be careful.”
“What of?”
“Either my sister, or the other side of us.”
“You keep saying us.”
“Coz you are one of us. I’ll explain it in a moment, we just need to get somewhere safer.”
Will looked up and down the empty street in the middle of subberbia. What could be more safe than that? Not cars were going down it, the shops were shut or shutting, it was getting on to sunset, and no one was out. Not even the usual ‘gangster’ kids that liked to roam the streets late at night because it was ‘cool’. What could he be in danger of.
Then the other part of Bert’s statement hit him.
“Why do I need to be careful of your sister?”
“Because I gave a Red Bull to drink at lunch, coz she wouldn’t shut up, and now she’s hyper.”
“Umm…”
“When you meet her you’ll see. She’s a prangster at heart soul and her entire being. It’s a dangerous combination being-”
“One of us,” Will finished, “I guessed.”
Bert stopped, and looked at Will grinning crazily. “Hey! You’re catching on.”
Will grinned in return then went back to being yanked up the street by Bert.
Bert refused to talk after that. He pulled him through a back ally, and just walked as fast as possible, almost to the point of running, but he didn’t want to loose Will, so he kept a hold of him. It was what felt like hours in the almost total silence that the two boys went round the back allies.
The Bert stopped, out side an old, semi-detatched house. It seemed in good conidition, and inside was dark and depressing. They couldn’t look into the back window. It had no garden, it litterally opened onto the allyway.
He tilted his head back so he could see furhter up- it was several stories high! He guessed it had been a very beautiful house once. Cared for, lived in, homely. Now it was left to rot and die. It was an empty shell, and had no more of the homelyness about it.
“Wait here,” Bert told him, “and if my sister comes-” he stopped himself. “Nah, she probably won’t. To busy.”
‘Doing what?’ wandered Will to himself.
“Never mind, forget I said anything,” continued Bert, “just stay here, and if anyone comes, ignore them. If they ignore you, then they’re one of us. More often than not.”
“I hate being left in the dark,” grumbled Will in return.
“I take it you hate school then,” his new found friend replied, opening the door and walking into the house.
Before Will got the insult and was able to retort, Bert was in the house looking triumphant.
For ages Will was left standing out side, wandering what he was supposed to do. He scuffed his trainers, leaning on the wall, humming random tunes to himself. From time to time he’d try and practise his drum kit against air, but he couldn’t hear it- so he felt stupid.
By the end of it, he had taken out his ipod and started absently going with the drummers of the song, if he could, to keep himself occupied.
He would have left ages before. But something made him stay. He could sense the urgency of it all. He could feel something big was brewing. He had been able to feel it for a while. He just thought it had been exams- apparently not.
He had talked about it with his younger brother, he had felt it too- but Derek, like Will, was also under exam pressure. They both had concluded that it had to be that and nothing more.
He sighed heavily, kicking a stone into a deep part of shadow. Something had started a chain of events. What ever it was, was a total mystery to him. And those events? Well, he’d just have to wait and see.
Some times Will damned himself for following his gut feeling. He did so again, but it only made him stay, as the feeling got more and more intense.
“Hurry up,” he muttered, “I gotta get home!” He put his music on pause trying to find something more suited to his irritable mood.
He heard a soft female laugh from some where near by. He looked up, his large eyes widening further. He was scared. That laugh, that small tinkling laugh gave him shivers, and made his hair stand on end. It was beautiful, like soft chiming music. But deadly as sin, and he knew it.
He squinted his eyes into the gloom, trying to see- something. Anything! Anything that would tell him there was a female standing there that had made the spine chilling laugh, and that he wasn’t going entirely mental. He was starting to think that he had made Bert up.
He strained his ears to listen for any give away sounds. He heard it. Stiletto heels on the hard concrete floor. It hit the floor with a soft click click of the thin heels. He could even hear the soft tap of the front of the shoe when it hit the floor. He heard the soft rustle of clothing on clothing as the steps stopped, and the arms crossed- so he guessed.
“You do know that talking to your self,” said a soft, calm, silky voice- plainly a girls, her voice was like her laugh. Soft, deadly, dangerous, and made him even more drawn to her than he ever could imagine. Perhaps it was the danger in her voice, but it was the danger that made him scared of her to. And they hadn’t even spoken yet. “Is the first sign of madness?”
“I thought it was the third,” he replied, trying to keep his voice even, and hide the worry and fear.
“What’s the first?”
“Hair growing on the palm of your hand.”
“Second?”
“Checking for hair growing on the palm of your hand.”
She laughed again. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. How could she scare him so much, and he still not have been able to see his face. It just didn’t make sense to him.
“Who you waiting for?” she asked, he heard her shoes clip clip as she walked closer towards him. Her top half was pulled further into shadow, and the bottom half was more able to be seen.
“Bert,” he replied, his voice strangled, trying to keep himself calm, it was hard when she had such a dramatic effect on him.
“Aahh,” she whispered, her voice very breathy, “another… No wander Bert is the Seeker.”
A confused look crossed his face. “You know him?”
“Very well,” she replied, “he’s very good at what he does, obviously… you even have the physic for this.”
“For what?”
She chuckled. Knowingly. It was much less spine tingling. But it still had a similar effect. “You shall find out,” she told him, “all in good time.”
“Who are you?” he demanded, feeling confused and annoyed.
“Who am I?” she responded, "are you sure that’s the right… phrase for me?”
“Huh?”
She stepped forewords, in the blast of dying sunlight. She was… unique. It was the only way to describe her as a whole. Unique. Neither wholly beautiful, but she was by no means ugly.
Her dark auburn hair sparkled and shone with the rays of the dying sun. Like amber, pure amber spun into threads. She shook it away from her unusual heart shaped face, managing to keep part of it in front of her shoulder, and the most of it behind the other. It had been layer to frame her face, and the rest fell down her back in a fiery waterfall, setting off her unusual, interesting face.
Her face bore no trace of make up, not even on her lips to stop them from cracking. As he watched her, she poked out a delicate tongue and licked her lips moist again. Her lips were small and full, and almost rose bud shaped. Like how Rafael painted his Virgin Marys. When she smiled, as she did so suddenly, she showed slightly unlined teeth. They were perfectly straight and white, but not in line with each other. Her eyes were wide and changing, with dark, dusky autumn colours of dark forest green, dark blue, yellow amber and a shimmer of red and orange. They were rimmed thick dark eye lashes, make her eyes her most prominent feature about her. Her cheek bones were high and obvious, giving her a royal look, which made her eyes stand out even more that the eye lashes.
Her body was very curvy, but very light. Like she barely weighed anything. Will figured she was either a dancer or a swimmer of some kind.
She wore a black corset top with a light three-quarter sleeve blouse on top. Her legs were covered with tight fitting black trousers, and on her feet she wore high black stilettos. The black nature of her clothes set off her lightly tanned skin, though he was pretty sure it was more likely to burn.
“Who am I…” she mused, dreamily, “what am I…” Her head had tilted slightly as she thought about his question. “Such simple questions… for such a complicated answer…” She looked back at him, directly into his eyes. He would have stumbled backwards if he hadn’t been so caught up in the intensity of her eyes. “There are many answers to them,” she told him, walked towards him, “which one would you like to hear?”
Will was rooted to the spot, he could not move! She seemed to have this… power over him! He wanted to shake his head, and tell her he didn’t know. But it was like he was paralysed.
As she reached him, she reached out a hand and pushed him against the wall. She was a tall girl, and her high heels made her as tall as him, so when she bent towards his ear to talk to him, she didn’t need to bend far.
“Are even sure you want to know?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, shakily, finally regaining speech again.
“Aurora!” snapped a familiar voice from the door way where Bert went in, “how many time have I told you not to mess around with the new comers.”
The girls turned round, and pouted childishly. “You know I can’t help myself,” she told Bert, “it’s just too much fun.”
Bert grumbled under his breath and walked forewords to grab Will’s sleeve.
“Don’t mind her,” Bert told him, “she’s sweet really, but she loves messing round.”
“Your sister?”
“Not my blood related one.”
“Oh…”
“They’re pretty damn similar though.”