Part Two.

Sun shone through the grey clouds making the dreary morning she had been having seem less terrible than what she had first thought. The sun caught the metal benches making it sparkle in front of her, sitting on the closest empty bench she pulled her bag off of her back and rifled through it until she found her lunch. So far she had not spoken to anyone, let alone made a new friend. Her first class had consisted of the female member of the class glaring at her intently whilst she tried to work on a new melody. Classic civilisation had been fine in terms of her knowing the material, but as before the female members of the class were glaring at her. Luckily biology was an entire boys class so there was no glaring, but there was no one to talk to either. Now as she sat there alone slowly eating her fruit salad she couldn’t help but lose her positive attitude towards public human school. Why were all of the girls being nasty to her and why wouldn’t any of the boys talk to her? Was she really that repulsive or horrible that no one wanted anything to do with her? Interrupting her insecure thoughts she felt someone tap her shoulder. Turning around she saw a tall blonde girl with startling violet eyes smiling at her whilst holding a note pad with a black Ilex drawn onto it. Black Ilex were the sign of the lamia, taking the notepad out of the girls hand she quickly drew a rough sketch of a black Nerine showing that she was from an old family of witches.

“Should I say merry meet or are you fine with just hello?” The girl said as she looked at the drawing Kirsten had just handed her.

“Hello will be fine. So you’re a vampire?” Kirsten asked. Although she was glad there was someone from the night world here she was hoping it would be a witch… vampires tended to be moody and she was always worried that they were looking at her neck.

“Yeah I’m a vampire. I was actually hoping you would be on too but obviously not. I’m Darla by the way.” The tall girl smiled flashing her white teeth at Kirsten. Obviously she didn’t have her fangs out now but that one gesture made fear seize through Kirsten’s heart. Darla… she had heard about her before, she was vicious and didn’t usually play by the vampire rules. Darla smiled at Kirsten as she sat in front of her on the bench.

“So you’ve heard of me then.” Darla grinned.

“Uh…yes I have. Not a very good reputation you have is it. Is it true you went to a blood feast?” Kirsten asked in partly shock, awe and disgust. A blood feast was when you drank all of the blood out of a person so that you take on their strength. This was forbidden in the night world…

“Yes it is true. Brilliant party as well! So lets see if you have a reputation. What’s your name?” Kirsten shifted uncomfortably, she wasn’t sure if she wanted Darla to know who she was.

“My name is Kirsten.” A wave of recognition washed over Darla’s face as the smile faded away into awe.

“You’re Kirsten? Wow this is almost an honour to be near you. You’re in the line of crones aren’t you?”

“My grandmother is the crone yes. But I doubt I will be a crone as I seem to be the black sheep of the family at the moment. They don’t like the fact that I’m at a public school and that I don’t wear my gowns and skirts.” Kirsten admitted. She had no idea why she was opening up to this girl as she was infamous for being cold hearted and blood thirsty but she was the only one who had spoken to her all day and the loneliness of sitting on her own was overcoming the fear.

“See that’s why being a vampire is so much better than being a witch. No silly traditions or costumes… just fun.” Darla shook her blonde hair out of the clip she had it in so that it was all around her face making her look even more beautiful than she was at first.

“Okay I have two questions, how did you know I was a night person and two are there any more of us around here?” Kirsten had always found it hard to distinguish night people from humans as it was their job to keep under cover. Unless they had their flower on a pin or a t shirt then she wouldn’t have a clue.

“Well I knew you were a night person because look at you! You’re stunning! No human can look as good we can and you walk like a night person. Predatory style. That’s why most of the girls will hate you, because they see how hot you are and know their boyfriends will want you. Don’t take it to heart it’s just their insecurity.” Darla paused for a moment as she examined her long red nails and then continued. “There are more of us here but they’re all really sad! There are two vampires in senior year and one witch but she’s hardly ever in school. Then there are four vampires scattered around the other years, two shape shifters and one old soul in freshman year. That’s it although there is one guy who I’m not too sure of.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well there’s this guy in senior year and I’m positive he’s a night person but whenever I try and call him out he looks at me as if I’m crazy. He looks like a vampire but his name is off…” Darla seemed to drift off into her own confusion at this point leaving Kirsten just sitting there wondering what to say. She knew Darla would never do anything to hurt her but she didn’t want to take any chances.

“So who is he? Why don’t you just read his mind? I hear you’re a strong telepath.” Kirsten said trying to draw Darla back into the real world.

“I have tried but his mind has all these mirrors and shields it’s weird. When I get in there I feel as if I’m in the mirror house at the fair, and there’s all this smoke… it’s too hard to get in. That’s why I thought he was a vampire because shape shifters can’t do that at all and witches aren’t that good at it.”

“So who is he? Is he here?”

“No… he doesn’t eat lunch outside… the only time I’ve ever seen him eat was in the music room. He keeps to himself and yet seems to be the most popular guy around.”

“What does he look like?” Kirsten asked. If he was a witch and was someone important then it was likely she would know him. Although she had never had a very good memory. It was actually very unlikely that this boy Darla was talking about was a witch because not many boys made it into teen years, something about them just wasn’t strong enough to make it.

“Are you any good at telepathy?” Darla asked. Kirsten nodded. It was unusual for witches to be any good at telepathy but Kirsten had thought it would be useful to have so she had worked every night for two years trying to improve it so now she was probably a better telepath than most vampires.

“Well then I’ll show you him.” Darla touched her chin and turned her head so that she was looking directly looking into her eyes. Kirsten stared deep into the violet until she saw a face forming in her head. Blonde hair…quite tall person…green eyes….Christian. Kirsten broke her gaze away from Darla’s as she took in who it was. Darla looked at her strangely for a moment and then looked away.

“So is he a witch?” Darla asked not seeming interested anymore.

“No… not a witch I don’t think he’s a night person at all. I think he’s just a very good looking human.”

“Maybe… anyway why are you here? Please tell me you’re not looking for the wild power. That’s the biggest load of crap I have heard.” Darla pushed her hair out of her face and licked her lips. “God I’m so hungry!” She cried out. Wanting to change the topic of the conversation away from Darla’s hunger Kirsten went back to what she had said earlier.

“What’s a wild power?”

“A wild power is apparently a really powerful force which will fight in like five years time or something. There’s four of them and they’re supposed to fight the battle between good and evil. That’s why lots of people are here at the moment because it is said that the wild power is here.”

“Why would people want to find them?” Kirsten asked sounding interested. This was something big, she was surprised her grandmother didn’t know about it.

“Because if the bad night people get even one of them then darkness will fall over the land and humans will be kept as animals and will be forced to live in the shadows or something like that. Witches want to get the wild powers so that the wild powers can be on the good side so that there is still a balance in the world. It really is a big coup in the night world hierarchy. I can’t believe you never heard of it.”

“I’ve never even heard it mentioned. Either my grandmother is keeping things from me or she doesn’t know.”

“Believe me she knows.” Darla said smiling. Hunger still panged inside her but she was enjoying the look of amazement that was developing over Kirsten’s face. It was an understatement to say she was beautiful. With the long straight brown hair with gold running through it and those bright green eyes her beauty was startling. No wonder so many girls in the school had taken an immediate dislike to her.

“Why do you say that?” Kirsten asked.

“Look the bells going to go and I have to get over to metal shop… we’ll talk soon…” Darla said as she got off the bench and started to walk away.

“No you will tell me now!” Kirsten shouted and in her head cast a small spell to make Darla stop where she was. She saw the shock on Darla’s face as she found she couldn’t move. Walking slowly over to her Kirsten grinned.

“I should so bite you right now.”

“But you wont. So tell me, why would my grandmother definitely know?” Darla looked around for a moment and then leaned in dangerously close to her neck and whispered.

“Because it’s going to be the end of the world…”

~Hey it’s me Taz, I hope you are liking this fic! I forgot to mention in the first part of this fic is that this fic is based on a set of books that I loved so much that I had to try my hand at them! I have sent this fic (completed) to someone who has read the books and she says it was totally different so I’m not copying! Also this is going to be part of a quintet which is basically just a fic with five parts! Although I haven’t written the other four parts yet… oh well! Hope you liked the chappy! Take Care! Taz~