I drove in my Volvo, behind my Dad's SUV, following my family's car down the main road. Our night out at Barry's had been boring; as expected. The darkness retreated around my headlights as I turned up the radio.
I had a weird feeling.
I used to have them when I was younger. I'd have a need for energy or a need to fight.
One time, in junior school, I had gotten into a fight with the school bully, I gave her one punch and she was knocked five metres through the air. And right now, I felt that rush. They only came once in a while.
Eventually, my Father's car pulled into the double drive way and I pulled in next to him. I got out and followed them into the house.
"Want some hot chocolate?" Mom offered but I refused politely.
"No thanks. I'm just going to go straight to bed." I replied. Mom nodded and I retreated to my bedroom and locked the door. I laid on the floor and stretched my hand under my bed. I found my diary and pulled it out, grabbing a pen and slumping myself on my bed.
I opened my diary and wrote:
Dear diary, today I had a feeling. One of those feelings you have when you know something is wrong but you don't know exactly what it is. It frustrates me not knowing. I keep getting these rushes of energy recently. It's my 18th birthday in a few months so maybe it's my growth? No that's stupid. That would be totally strange. It could be excitement? I don't know.
Kestrel said she's a psychic witch. I don't know if I believe in things like that. I mean, how could anything like that can even be possible? That's for fantasy novels, movies and folklore, isn't it? Or even Halloween. I would have to see to believe it.
There's a new guy at school today. He's named George. A lot of people have taken an interest to him; as in "he's hot" interest. In my opinion, I wasn't attracted. But there's something about him. Something that I want to know, but too scared to find out. Maybe it's just me being stupid.
Speaking of the unknown, when I fetched my Mothers handbag from the car today at the restaurant, I saw a pair of eyes from the shadows staring at me as if I was some sort of prey. It totally creeped me out; so I ran. In heels. I didn't fall which is a really high achievement. I guess. I feel like it was an animal but something seemed so sinister.
Cordelia is back from San Francisco. Finally. She's always been such a good friend to me. Leah was with us too, on her boyfriend's arm as usual. I don't know what it is with Leah. We don't click. I like her as a friend but we've never been close.
I'm just too tired and I best go to bed. Night.
I closed my diary and shoved it back under my bed for tomorrow. I slipped out of my clothes and into my PJs, and climbed into my waiting comfy bed. I pulled the sheets over my body and curled into a ball, closing my eyes. Thoughts drifted through my mind, letting me fall into a world of sleepiness. Then, I was gone into sleep.
I was dreaming. I knew it.
Well, if I wasn't dreaming, I was actually stood on a roof of a skyscraper in some big city; New York? San Francisco? LA? The night air whipped my hair back behind me and I closed my eyes and felt the rush of the wind against my face. It was refreshing and made me feel dangerous and wild.
"Dhampir." A male voice whispered. I span around with a gasp to see a man stood smiling at me.
"Who are you?" I asked, curiously. The man smiled and stroked my cheek. I slapped his hand away.
"My name is Cole." He said with a slight smirk.
"Okay... what kind of weird fake dream is this?" I asked awkwardly.
"Just because it's a dream, why shouldn't it be real?" He said mysteriously.
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped.
"I am a witch, sent to tell you the truth of yourself." Cole told me sternly.
It was my turn to smile.
"And what would my destiny be?" I said. Cole didn't look amused.
"You're a Dhampir. Half human half vampire hybrid," Said Cole.
"I haven't had a dream this strange since I was ten." I said, looking at the surrounding skyscrapers.
"You must be ready, as soon as you turn eighteen, he will come." Cole warned me.
"Who will come?" I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"Godrik," he cried. "Be ready."
There was a massive gust of wind and I was blown backwards over the edge of the building. Then, I fell.
I bolted up in my bed, gasping. I was covered in sweat from head to foot and my eyes felt dry. I dragged myself out of bed and entered the en suite bathroom. It was 3:00am.
I turned on the cold tap and let it run over my hands. I threw water in my face and sighed. I felt sick in my stomach. Something wasn't right.
What was that dream all about? There was so many confusing things lately, I was beginning to go crazy. I dragged my body back to my bed and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.
George walked through the shadowed woods until the trees retreated and he walked out on to a bridge that went over a tiny stream. The moonlight reflected against the stream water, mystical and magical.
I need to protect Martina Bay from Alexia. I need to protect Rowan. George thought as he stared into the night. Rowan's vulnerable until her Dhampir powers come to her. She still has some months until she's 18.
George's thoughts then turned to the talk he had with Kestrel today after her friends left:
"What do you know about witches?" Kestrel asked George curiously.
"How do you know I even know anything about them?" George replied. Kestrel shrugged,
"I keep getting feelings about you. I just know that your connected to the supernatural."
"Well, witches can basically use magic. Some witches can be born with the magic, some can steal and absorb magic." George explained. "Why? Are you a witch?"
"Um, I don't know." Kestrel quickly replied.
"You've just met me and you're suspicious of me, and I'm curious why you asked me." George told her.
"You seem like you can keep a secret. According to how you're already full of them."
George laughed at Kestrel's remark.
"You have no idea, little witch." He laughed.
Kestrel gave him a confused look.
"I don't think I'm a witch. I refuse to believe it." Kestrel snapped. Then, she stormed away, late to class.
George smiled. He liked that girl.
George knew she was a witch. Her second name was Vine, all Vine women were witches unless they give up their powers.
George then set off. He wanted to go home.
YOU ARE READING
"Being stuck in this mess wasn't exactly my plan for the day, but hey, at least I wasn't being attacked by vampires. Wait, hold that thought." Rowan Thorpe grew up an ordinary girl. Or so she thought...