Hey everyone! So, this is the prologue to my first book in my Shape Shifter Series. Needs a lot of revision, but I was hoping that some of you could help me out with that? Well, anyway, hope that you like it! Comment....Vote....Favourite....Enjoy! -Ali
The rain continued to pour down from the sky. My feet were sopping wet from the soaked cement and my hair stuck to my forehead in odd clumps. I grumbled under my breath, and was about to say a curse when someone came out of nowhere.
“Hey, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing and its raining! Come in here, you’ll be safe.” I looked at the man who was holding out an umbrella toward me. I looked back and wondered if Zoe would mind. I caught something about this guy that was definitely not right. Who was he, asking a teenage girl into his apartment?
“Thanks, but I’ve got to be somewhere right now.” I darted to the left and he caught me by the arm, tugging me towards him. I saw for the briefest of moments the slight shimmer in his eyes. A scaly green, like a snake’s.
“Won’t you come in for a quick bite?” his voice sounded acidic, and coarse. I didn’t like it.
“No, really I’ve got something to do.” I tried to pull my arm free, and he let go when a hushed hiss came from behind me. I turned and saw a bright color, a phosphorescent yellow, like the moon.
“Let go of the girl.” The voice hissed dramatically.
“And why should I, Ophelia? You’ve heard about this one, she’s special.” The man grabbed my arm again, something like claws digging into my skin. I yelped, and both pairs of eyes, the strange yellow from the shadows, and the scaly green of the man’s, glared at me.
“I said to let go of the girl, Ingemar.” The woman’s voice hissed and then the man behind me sighed.
“I will get her one day, Ophelia. You can’t hide her away from me forever.” The man scowled in my direction and then pulled away from me, closing his door violently. The woman pulled at my arm, claws in place of fingers. They burnt my arm and I yelped again.
“Please, don’t kill me. I’m only fifteen.” I whispered to the stranger, whose grip was like a burning flame. I closed my eyes, waiting for the deathblow.
“Follow me, Luna.” She whispered in an almost inaudible voice, different from the one that she had used the last time.
“Who are you? Where are we going?” I cried out. The woman hushed me as she ran, further down the street. I could finally see her. She had ugly, scaled skin, and she smelt horrible. She was starting to shimmer in the street lamplight. When we had gone nearly four blocks, she turned and closed her eyes. She held a hand up for me to wait and then she started to glow.
We were in a dark alleyway, and yet it was strangely light. I had never seen anything quite like it, this snake-like woman. Then she started to transform into something else, or someone. She covered my mouth when I was about to scream. This time she had a smooth and ivory toned hand. She brought her hand away from my mouth when she thought I wasn’t going to scream anymore.
“Zoe?” I whispered. Her dark eyes were now a bright crimson color, something that I had only imagined and thought of when considering vampire eyes. Who was this person? Surely it wasn’t my best friend, the one that I had known since kindergarten.
“Hey, Luna.” She said, a little awkwardly. She balanced her whole weight on one leg, and teetered back and forth. Yep, definitely Zoe.
“What was that? Who were you? What’s going on? Zoe?” I questioned, looking this way and that. My hand ran over my arm, which was burning painfully from where Zoe had cut it with her . . .claws. I winced.
“Let me heal that.” She murmured in the near darkness. She reached out and took my arm. She pressed her palm securely over the cuts and whispered something to herself. It sounded like a different language.
It stung for a moment or so, and then it felt as if nothing had ever happened. I looked at it and even in the dim lighting; I could see the pink scar caressing my wrist.
“How did you . . .?” but Zoe shook her head and leaned back against the alley wall.
“Some things can wait for now. What I’ve been wanting to tell you is by far the most important of all of this. I know who your parents are, Luna.” Zoe took a deep breath and touched my shoulder, “I know who they are, and where we can find them, Luna.”