Black Moon - Teaser - Nicole Davis

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BLACK MOON

By

Nicole Davis

Dear Reader,

Thank you for taking the time to read this four chapter extract from my novel. I have

put a lot of hours into this story, which is part one of a four book series.

I am going to be submitting it for publication soon but before I do I am hoping to get

opinions from the public.

Whether you enjoy this sample or not I would love to hear from you via email.

[email protected]

Regards,

Nicole


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Preface

I am an ordinary seventeen year old girl. I am self-conscious and often feel amnot good enough. I am shy around new people but I am also stubborn and sassy. I

frequently wish my family wasnt broken and I always feel like I am alone.

I have never thought much about the mysteries of life. I have always accepted

that life is a wonderful enigma and I would never truly understand how things work.

Ive had all the normal fantasies of magic and the unknown as I suppose

everyone does, but I never truly believed these concepts existed in our world. I never

thought for a moment that they would exist in my life.

I believed I would live out my normal, boring life and find contentment in my

ignorance. I never thought that due to a twist of fate such a world would becomemine.

I could be a stranger, a friend or your sister.

I could be you.

I am Annaliese and this is my story.


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1. Change

I dont like change; Ive never dealt with it well. On my first day of high school Iwas so nervous, my own doing, that I ended up vomiting on Rylee Sheppards shoes

as we walked into English. Of course only I could have embarrassed myself so

profoundly in front of the popular, good looking jock. I would, for the next four years,

be unable to look him in the eyes. Not that I would have had much luck in that

department anyway.

Along with my aversion for change, I am shy when it comes to new

environments and people to the point of social awkwardness. My mother tells me

that I have no reason to be so introverted. I, being a teenager with the customary

self-esteem issues, do not believe her but agree in a mumble as I try to avoid theconversation whenever it arises which thankfully isnt very often.

Unfortunately, since my parents started divorce proceedings, I cannot avoid the

obligatory questions regarding how I am dealing with the situation. Fine, I lie unable

to tell them the truth; that I want to crawl under a rock until theyre finished. Im

unable to speak the half formed words swimming in my head because I cant

deliberately hurt them.

My parents have been as supportive as they could be going through a divorce,

probably over supportive. It was proving to be a difficult time for them since they are

both stubborn, bull headed and believe unquestionably that the other is wrong. It is

harder for them with me around, since they feel guilty doing this during my final yearof school. Although theyd put on the polite act whenever Im present, I could hear

the muffled arguments when they went into another room to talk.

My father, Robert, is a successful lawyer aiming to make partner in his firm by

the end of the year. This causes him to travel almost weekly to meet with his

excessively wealthy clients. His career, especially its success, brings him uncountable

enjoyment. Unfortunately his increasing time away from home caused a growing rift

between my parents leading to their separation.

Susan, my mother, has always been an independent spirit and decided if shes

going to be alone she might as well make it official. The biggest argument throughthe divorce has been her refusal to accept Dads money for my benefit and his

grievances with how shes raising me. He wanted to pay for me to continue my

private school education but Mum flatly refused to be tied to him in any way.

This refusal to accept financial assistance is the direct cause of bringing about

the current major change in my life. Although I hated how the situation had turned

out I couldnt blame Mum for doing what she believed was right.

And so we are moving. And not just to a town nearby, somewhere familiar to

me, where I might visit my friends.

No.

Were moving out of state, an inconvenient days drive away. A small town

along the western coast called Seraph with an approximate population of sixteen


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thousand.

Aside from being far enough away not to remind her of Dad, Seraph is home to

her brother, Andrew, and his wife Samantha Cedric who are Mums only living

family. Weve visited them several times in my life but nothing in the last few years. I

was currently enduring the seven hour drive to Seraph from my hometown of San

Juan in the back of Uncle Andys dark blue sedan.

So Annaliese, are you looking forward to your new school? asked Aunt

Sammy in an excited voice. She was a dainty figure of a woman with strawberry

blonde hair and kind eyes.

Itll be fun, I tried to perk my voice up to match her enthusiasm but failed

significantly. Looking out the window I watched the spring shower fall on the

roadside and I thought of that rock I wanted to crawl under with an internal sigh. I

knew I had to make an effort to enjoy myself here to make this transition easier for

Mum but this knowledge didnt make it easier on me. Im looking forward to making

new friends.Another lie, I hate making new friends. It is devastatingly hard for me what

with my awkward shyness and change aversion. I choke over my words and

sometimes I cant find any at all. I had only a few friends back home, Mary and

Natasha, who Id formed a quiet friendship with because they were shy as well. I had

hopes I would find some friends like them so I wouldnt have to sit alone at lunch. I

stopped that train of thought before it got too far along, knowing I would start crying

if I allowed it to continue.

Oh! Youll have no trouble at all with that dear. You know my friend Tina has a

son that I believe goes to your school. Ill have to call her up and invite them aroundfor dinner, Sammy continued energetically, spurred on by my encouragement.

Oh. You dont have to go out of your way for me Aunt Sammy. I dont want to

put out Tina and her son, I tried to back track. I didnt want to discourage Mum with

my awkward attempts at conversation with a stranger which would be doubled if

attempted with someone of the opposite gender. Staring at Sammy who looked no

more than a day over thirty, I couldnt imagine her friend being much older causing

me to worry just how young her son might be.

Itll be nothing at all. Ive been meaning to invite her over for dinner for some

time now.

Thatll be lovely Aunt Sammy. Thanks, I tried to force a smile before goingback to looking out the window. Wed pulled into the vaguely familiar town, driving

along a relatively busy street. Its going to be so much fun having you two here,

Sammy added.

Sammy couldnt have any children of her own and Mum had mentioned she was

excited to have me staying with them. I think she remembered the younger me who

had visited over the years and not the real me who would be eighteen a matter of

weeks.

Its a shame Tim couldnt come too, Sammy added.

Hes busy working, Mum responded absently.Taking after his father? a husky voice grumbled from the drivers seat. Uncle


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Andy hadnt said much during the two hour drive but now I looked curiously up at

him in the rear view mirror.

He was the opposite of my mother in stature. Where she was a short five foot

one he towered over her by close to a foot. He had broad shoulders where Mums

were elegantly slender. But their faces held their similarities. Same dark green eyes,

mahogany wavy hair and round face. All of which I had inherited.

Andrew, Mum sighed beside me. Andy and Robert had never gotten along

with the divorce only succeeding to reinforce that dislike. My brother at twenty-five

held a junior position at Dads firm. Although he didnt travel quite as much, the

hours he put in were excessive and his rapid ascent in the corporate world would

cease if he were to move from the Santa Nina to be with Mum and I.

This was the worst part of the whole situation. Tim was the closest thing I had

to a real friend. Hed always been my idol and my hero. He was charismatic, smart

and athletic, and I would miss having him there to shield me.

Staring out the window, trying to distract myself, I took in the scenery. Thestreets of Seraph were lined with red brick houses, close to the street as well as close

to each other. Their front gardens were small and I was left hoping their backyards

were larger to compensate. Finally after several streets containing what felt like the

same houses, when I was just about certain he might be lost, Andy pulled into a

driveway.

The house could have been any one of the small brick houses wed passed along

the way. It had a tiny front garden with flowers growing wild in the garden beds. It

looked unkempt and savage instead of naturally beautiful. I made a mental note to

take over the gardening during our stay, the duration of which was yet to bespecified.

Mums efficient, though neurotic, planning had paid off in the end. Most of our

personal belongings had been sent off ahead, having arrived before us. All I had to

carry into the house at that moment was my backpack with a few odds and ends that

Id taken on the plane.

As I walked inside behind Sammy, I was surprised by the size of the living

room. It flowed freely into the dining area and the kitchen in a long row toward the

back of the house giving the illusion of more space. The mismatched sofa and chairs

drew my attention immediately as I was accustomed to matching furniture.

You have a lovely home, I heard Mum speak the social pleasantryautomatically. It sounded strange coming from her since shed always gone to great

lengths when furnishing our house.

Thank you Sue, its not much but its home. Let me give you a tour. This of

course is the living area, said Sammy as she walked to the doorway opposite the

front door and stepped into a hall. This is Andys and my room, she pointed at an

open doorway. Taking a quick glance as I passed I noticed it was a very ordinary

room, with a standard double bed and bedside draws. This is your room Sue, she

said pointing to the next door which was several steps down the hall. Inside was

another double bed, pushed into the far corner, and several boxes.The door next to it was also open revealing a third bedroom with a single bed, a


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desk and more boxes. And this is your room Annaliese. We havent unpacked any of

your things because we thought it would be rude. The bathroom is down the hall and

dinner will be ready in an hour or so. Ill leave you guys alone to get settled in. She

gave us each a hug. Itll be fun having you guys here for as long as you need to stay.

Please think of this as your home as well.

Mum exchanged some pleasantries I missed as I tried not to cry from nostalgia

for my old bedroom. It wasnt until Sammy stopped at the end of the hall and called

out to me that I zoned back into their conversation.

Oh and Annaliese, I believe theres somebody outside whos been waiting

eagerly for your arrival. With that she disappeared through the door.

Give Sheba a hug for me, Mum said lightly as she walked into her room. My

own was dark and gloomy with no decorations. Unable to resist I dropped the stuff I

was carrying in the middle of the floor and opened the curtains above my bed to let

the light pool in. In the afternoon light the room looked a little better. Although small

it wasnt tiny and would be better once I unpacked my boxes. Dreading the idea andknowing there was a much better alternative; I turned on my heel and found my way

to the back door.

On the veranda soaking up the sun laid a large black and white mass of fur. I

stood there for a moment watching her, knowing quite well she knew I was there but

was ignoring me. This was how she punished me whenever we had a long absence

and six days had been long enough. Slowly she turned her head around and gave me

a one eyed stare.

I remained in my position, watching her. She hoped I would give into her sulk.

When I didnt she crawled over and laid on my feet, looking up at me with apologeticeyes.

Im sorry girl, I said finally, crouching down and rubbing her exposed belly.

Sheba was a beautiful long-haired border collie who Ive had since she was a puppy

three years ago. She believed unquestionably that she was human and wouldnt have

been impressed about the current arrangement. I suspected, by Andys dislike of

animals, Sheba had been made to sleep outside for almost a week; something she felt

was beneath her. The door to the kitchen slid open and Sammy stood there smiling.

I put all of her stuff in that box, Sammy pointed to a small wooden chest in

the corner of the veranda. I hope you dont mind, but I wanted to take her for a

walk.Thats great, I replied. Shed have loved that.

She did, Sammy agreed. Ill leave you too alone.

Thanks, I called as she slid the door closed again. I walked over and opened

the crate. Inside sat the latest assortment of Shebas toys. I pulled out her stuffed cat

and tossed it onto her outside dog bed. Next I took the lead out and placed it on top

of the chest. Seeing it Sheba barked ecstatically. Not yet, I disagreed. Later.

After searching around in the chest for a while I found what I was looking for

and pulled it out. At sight of her Frisbee Sheba ran down the veranda to the grass and

dashed back and forth in excitement.Someone wants to play, I said with a short laugh. For the next thirty minutes


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we tossed, chased, caught, tugged, tackled, barked and laughed ourselves into a state

of exhaustion.

Dinner passed away with Mum and Sammy talking. It was hard to pay attention

to their conversation because it was about old friends who I didnt know.

Occasionally they would ask me something and Id have to ask them to repeat it

before I could answer. Sheba sat at the glass sliding door, whining about being

excluded from dinner.

Shes done that every night, Andy pointed out.

She likes to sit under the table at everyones feet and sleep, I explained,

turning toward Sheba and looking at her with a forlorn look.

Thats all? Andy asked in surprise. She wont beg for food or anything?

Nope, I shook my head as I spoke. Andy stood from the table and walked over

to the door.

Come on then, he said to Sheba once the door was open. Sheba wasted no

time; she trotted over to me in my seat and put her head in my lap. I patted it brieflyand then moved the chair beside me out of the way. Without encouragement Sheba

walked under the table and plonked herself down, her head resting on my feet.

Amazing, Sammy exclaimed. Shes very well behaved.

She is amazing, I agreed. After dinner Sheba and I went for a long run

through the neighbouring bushlands. Sheba ran excitedly through the trees as if she

were on an adventure. A majority of our runs over the last three years had taken

place on the beach or through the city.

Although Andy had been tolerant with dinner he stood firm on Sheba sleeping

outside. Shed always slept in my bed and it was unsettling not to have her bodycovering my feet. Combining this with being in a new environment I found it

impossible to sleep. After tossing and turning for half of the night I sat up and

opened the window to reduce some of the stuffiness. Struck by an idea I climbed out

of bed and tiptoed through the house.

Sheba lay on the veranda in front of the sliding door, shunning her bed entirely.

When I opened the door she jumped up and gave a short warning bark.

Its me girl, I whispered. Recognising me her tail started wagging. Come on,

I whispered, stepping through the door and closing it behind me. We walked around

the back of the house together and made our way down the side to my window.

Assessing the distance to be too large for her to jump without making too much noiseI started looking around for something to use as a step.

Andy kept a lot of junk down the side of the house and I hoped that something

amongst it might be of use in this situation. I found an old, but sturdy, crate amongst

the wreckage of paraphernalia strewn forgotten in the small alcove. Grasping my

prize with both hands, as it was quite large, I walked back over to the window with

Sheba right on my heels, sniffing the crate with interest. I placed it in front of my

window and wiggled it around to make sure it was stable.

Up, I commanded Sheba, tapping the crate as I spoke. Sheba looked at me

questioningly as if to say Are you crazy? I stared back at her and commanded again,my voice firmer this time. Recognising I was serious Sheba obeyed, jumping up onto


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the crate. I patted the window sill and repeated. Up.

Sheba jumped easily over the lip of the window and disappeared into the gloom

of my room. I followed suit, standing up on the crate and climbing through the

window onto my bed.

Remember, you need to be quiet, I whispered to her, climbing under the

covers and turning off my lamp. Sheba moved around on the bed for a few minutes

before getting comfortable and curling into a ball on my feet.

*

Unable to reasonably put it off any longer the next day was spent unpacking my

belongings. I set to work unpacking all of my clothes and covering the shelves with

my books, which felt as if they bred while being packed away.It was starting to feel like a never ending task. I saved the clothes until last; the

repetitive action of putting them on hangers was boring. I gave up half way through,

leaving the remaining clothes in a pile on the floor, and ventured out into the

backyard.

The garden beds out here were even more of a mess than the front. Discovering

the small shed to be unlocked I searched for a trowel, weed killer and pruning shears.

Once I acquired them I set to work on the garden. It was a blissful feeling to be

gardening. It forced me to forget where I was, what I would be facing the next day

and to focus on the task at hand. Nature had always had such a consuming effect on

me. Early on in my task Sheba walked over, investigated my proceedings with a sniffbefore finding a warm patch of sun in which to snooze.

After around three hours the light began to dim and I was only half way

through. I knew it would be dinner soon and Sammy had mentioned wed have

company so I went inside to get cleaned up and have a shower. I placed my bag of

toiletries and makeup on the bottom shelf in the cupboard, telling myself Id unpack

them later but knowing it was an unlikely possibility. The water of the shower was

deliciously warm on my skin. I watched it wash away the dirt coating my hands.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the suspended feeling of the moment.

After I was presentable once more I acquired my Austen collection from itsplace on my night stand and headed toward the living room to indulge myself in the

lives of Elizabeth and Darcy.

Before long there was a knock on the door that signalled visitors and I knew Id

have to conjure up the courage to make small talk. Maybe if he was younger it would

make things easier. Just maybe, I thought hopefully, he will be shy or unpleasant

making it unnecessary to be polite to him.

Sammy opened the door with the same energy she did everything and in

stepped a woman who looked significantly older than her, closer to forty than thirty.

Hi Tina, Its been too long, how are you? The woman was of average height,

although she towered over my petite aunt.

Oh Sammy, you know how life is, she said in a youthful voice. Its hard to


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keep up with it all sometimes, she added with a laugh. As she walked into the living

room she grunted something that resembled a hello to Andy who scowled without

taking his eyes off the game. Then she turned to face me sitting in one of the chairs.

You must be Annaliese. Well arent you the prettiest little thing I ever did see.

Youre a spittin image of Suzy, thats what you are. She was a real heart breaker back

in the day too. I bet all the boys back home were beating down your door. Will

probably be a line outside here soon enough. Aye Tomas, isnt she pretty?

Behind her hovering around the door stood Tomas and my polite words got

stuck in my throat. It was Rylee Sheppard all over again. He was wholesomely cute

with blonde hair and blue eyes, topped off by his height and athletic build. Why

didnt I crawl under that rock? I groaned inwardly.

Ma, I dont really think she wants us to talk about her like that, he said in a

deep, husky voice, especially when shes sitting right there. I smiled a shy,

embarrassed smile in spite of myself at the kindness in his words, feeling my cheeks

burning. All my hopes of him being shy or unpleasant fizzled at his words.Oh pish-posh, cried Tina, clearly unable to fathom what a teenage girl had to

be embarrassed about. Now wheres that darling mother of yours? Suzy? She called

as she walked off down the hall as if she lived here. Sammy followed her out of the

room.

Ah, sorry about her, apologised Tomas, still standing in the doorway.

If you two are going to talk, do you mind taking it elsewhere? Im trying to

watch the game, grumbled Andy, clearly displeased with Tinas presence.

Did you want to take a walk? volunteered Tomas more quietly this time.

Unable to find the words to say no, I felt it polite to follow him out the door. Onceoutside I walked quietly down the side walk next to Tomas without saying a word.

So, Annaliese is it? Tomas asked after a moment, breaking the silence.

A-Anna, I stumbled over my own name. I couldnt correct my family but I

couldnt live through the rest of the school year with everyone calling me by my full

name.

Anna, agreed Tomas warmly. What year are you in? he continued the

conversation effortlessly. He didnt seem to notice my shyness.

S-S... I started, my stutter preventing me from saying Senior. I gave up in

frustration. Twelve, I ended with, knowing I wouldnt stammer over it. I could feel

the block in my throat melting away slowly. But with it the familiar nausea began asmy stomach did flip flops. I wasnt sure if I was going to vomit or faint. Probably

both, I mumbled silently to myself.

Youre a senior like me. Cool. Hopefully well have some subjects together. Do

you know what youre doing yet? He continued on undeterred. I couldnt bring

myself to say the words, I was sure if I tried I would embarrass myself, so I just

nodded. He looked at me curiously. Are you alright? You look really pale. Again,

not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. Here, sit down. He said guiding me

to a sitting position on a neighbours lawn. I felt dizzy, like the world was spinning.

Should I get Susan? He asked, still looking at me with concern.N-no, I grabbed his forearm in a feeble attempt to stop him. Luckily he didnt


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resist my pull. Ill be fine in a m-minute.

Alright, Tomas said as he sunk into a sitting position to join me on the grass.

He sat next to me holding one arm behind my back without making contact, clearly

sharing my worry that I might faint. Wed only managed to travel a few houses down

the road.

Really, dont w-worry. I just get like this when Im n-nervous. It was hard to

get it all out.

Ah, Tomas said as if he understood, although hed probably never felt

anything like this before. Does it get much worse?

M-much, normally I dont have as m-much luck keeping my lunch down, I

managed to add a smile on the end.

My lucky day, he laughed at my words, easing my nerves some more. Are you

sure you dont want me to get Susan?

No. I dont want to w-worry her, I urged.

How will you be getting to school? Tomas asked casually in an effort todistract me.

W-Walking. Its n-not far.

You know I dont mind coming over in the morning to get you, Tomas offered.

I live on the other side of town, but I drive myself each day. It wouldnt be much to

drive down here to pick you up.

I thought about this offer for a minute and was going to decline it. Before I

could a cloud travelled in front of the setting sun, dimming the remainder of the

evening light. I looked up at the menacing grey clouds that threatened to open up on

me at any moment.Thanks. Thatll be n-n... great, I replied. Tomas smiled at me when I agreed

but when I thought about it further I wondered if he might just be being polite so I

added, But dont put yourself out.

Definitely not, itll be fun. He smiled as he said this to confirm that he meant

it. Feeling better?

Yeah, Tomas stood up and offered me his hand to help me up. Before I could

wave it away he grabbed mine and pulled me to my feet.

Good. We should probably head back.

During dinner Tina took up most of the conversation, relentlessly questioning

Mum about every detail in her life since shed moved away nearly twenty years ago.For the most part I was thankful for the endless conversation she provided because it

didnt require much input from me.

As they were leaving Tomas announced, probably louder than needed, Ill be

around at eight tomorrow to pick you up.

S-Sure, I replied, combined with a nod and a blush. Tomas smiled a broad,

boyish smile at my confirmation. I shook my hair in front of my face to hide behind it

in an attempt to conceal my embarrassment. Mums goodbye was extra enthusiastic

good-bye once she heard this exchange. When they were gone I mumbled something

about having an early night and retreated to my room before she could gush overTomas, as I knew she would.


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It took a long time to get to sleep as I worried about all the things that could

possibly go wrong tomorrow. After a while Sheba snuck herself into my room

through the open window to lie on my feet, causing my restlessness and anxieties to

lessen. As it was all my pessimism couldnt have prepared me for the events of

tomorrow nor would any of the experiences in my life thus far help me to explain it.


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me hopeful about todays weather prospects. On the curb was a boxy white two door

Jeep, the bottom half caked in layers of mud which appeared to have fused with the

vehicle. Tomas revved the engine as he saw me approach. As I opened the door,

trying to avoid a puddle, his music blared out at me. Noticing my wince at the sudden

assault of noise he kindly turned it down.

Morning, he greeted.

M-Morning Tomas, I replied leaning back into the seat trying to relax myself.

Tom, he corrected as he started driving through the streets which still looked

the same to me.

Tom, I agreed. Thanks for doing this, picking me up and all. You didnt have

to put yourself out.

Whatever, he said casually, his voice was huskier this morning which

surprised me until I figured hed probably just woken up. I told you yesterday I dont

mind, he added. He turned toward me, smiling widely, as he checked for traffic

before turning.Yeah, well, ya know, I added, displaying my wonderful grasp of the English

language. He laughed at this, not intending to be cruel, causing me to giggle in spite

of myself. The drive to school went by quickly. Everything in town worth visiting was

on the main road and the school was no exception. Tom drove around to the student

parking at the back of the school and pulled smoothly into a spot.

Ready to brave the world? he asked with another grin.

S-Sure, I replied as briefly as possible. I took a deep breath to brace myself.

Deciding it was best to get it over with quickly, like removing a Band-Aid; I opened

the door and slid out in one swift motion. I landed in a puddle and splashed water upmy pant leg. Frick, I muttered as I swung my bag onto my shoulder.

Hey! called an annoyed voice. My eyes trailed up a pair of legs to my right that

Id accidentally covered in muddy water in my exit from the jeep. A tall, blonde girl

with icy blue eyes stood before me. Her face held a cross expression. Watch it, she

said pushing past me.

Sorry about her, came a light voice. I turned back to see a small petite blonde

girl who resembled the friend Id just made. Oh, she said, confusion crossing her

face. I have to go, she said hurriedly and rushed passed me. I stood there for a

moment, confused about what just happened.

Shaking my head to clear it I looked around to take in my surroundings. Theparking lot was almost full with both cars and students congregating in groups. I

walked around the Jeep to Tom and smiled weakly.

Whats your first subject? he asked as he came closer to me. I stuck my hand

into my pocket and pulled out my schedule. I knew what my first class was but not its

location and I was sure that would be his next question.

Literature, I whispered as I offered him the schedule.

Ah. That ones easy enough to find, he said as he waved the paper away. I

wanted to look down at the ground and ignore the faces that looked at me with

intrigue as I passed, but I knew I couldnt rely on Tom to get me to class all the timeso I had to learn the route myself.


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The buildings all looked new and I wondered how long ago theyd been built.

Tom said hello to several people we walked past on the way to my class and I

wondered for the first time how popular his appearance and kindness had made him.

All of the students we passed looked me over quickly with a critical or intrigued eye.

The morning rush seemed to prevent them from starting up a conversation, at least

for now.

Here we are, he announced stopping in front of a door. Youve got Mr

Grouley. He can be a bit spacey but apparently he knows his stuff when it comes to

Lit.

Hey Tom, called an excited voice from behind me saving me from having to

reply. Whos your friend? Before I had time to turn around the owner bound past

me giving Tom a prolonged hug and finished it off by hanging off his arm. The girl

had beach blonde hair and lightly tanned skin, both of which I surmised were the

product of a bottle and not nature. She was thin, pretty and complimented Toms

athletic build perfectly.Hey Emma, this is Anna, shes just moved here. Shes got Lit with you, Tom

said with a big smile. He wriggled out of Emmas arm as he spoke. Emma gave me a

quick once over ending with an icy smile. Well I wont be holding my breath for that

friendship, I thought to myself. Think you can take care of her for me for the next

hour?

Sure hon, she said sweetly to Tom.

Great, he exclaimed happily before turning his attention back to me. Ive got

Health this period in the gym, he jabbed his thumb in the direction we had just

came from. Ill meet you back out here afterward to show you to your next class, hesaid as he turned to make his way back to his class.

I turned back to Emma who gave me another cold glare. Great start, I thought

sarcastically, mentally giving myself two thumbs up. So far Id unintentionally

angered two people and it wasnt even first period.

Mr Grouley was a tall lanky man with light brown hair which was thinning on

top. He smiled at us as we walked into class right as the bell rang signalling the

official start to my first day.

You must be Annaliese? Mr Grouley asked in a friendly tone.

A-Anna, I stammered trying to correct him as I took a seat next to Emma.

Welcome to Literature, Anna. We have a pretty small class, only thirteenstudents, so we tend to be pretty laid back. Were going over Sense and Sensibility,

have you read it? he asked in the same friendly tone as before.

Yes S-sir, I replied. Emma snickered at my stutter, which made me flush red

with anger and embarrassment. A quick glance from Grouley silenced her.

Well then, youll be able to keep up. Lets begin today by reading chapter

thirteen on page one twenty nine, continued Grouley as he started his lecture by

reading passionately from the text.

The remainder of my classes for the day didnt vary much from my first or any

other high school class Id taken at my old school. Tom played guide dog escortingme around the school grounds in his overly friendly manner.


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In addition to Literature my class line-up included Maths, History, Psychology,

Cooking and Environmental Science. Psychology was easily the worst class of the

day. As soon I walked in the door I knew Id hate it. The teacher, Mr Cook, made me

introduce myself to the class. I stuttered over the short speech before scurrying off to

my chair, chosen by assigned seating. This meant for every hour of Psychology Id be

sitting next to the tall blonde girl Id made friends with in the parking lot.

I discovered her last name was Rayner from Cook calling upon her in class, but

due to her closed demeanour I wasnt privy to her first. Upon closer inspection I

noticed how beautiful she was compared to everyone else. She couldve easily been a

model. Her flowing blonde hair was long and silky. She had piercing ice blue eyes

and ivory skin that wouldve made Nicole Kidman envious. She seemed as pleased by

the arrangement as I felt, which was not very.

Lunch wasnt spent in silent solitude as Id expected, Tom wouldnt have

allowed it. Instead I was the centre of much unwanted attention as I answered

questions about my past. Toms friends all appeared to be carbon copies of the clichpopular crowd at first glance but after a while I began to unravel their personalities.

Paul and Dani were the groups couple, Paul was like Toms twin personality and

Dani was quiet and genuinely friendly. Emma was just as unpleasant as she had been

earlier only she had Meg for support. They sat together whispering, casting glares in

my direction and only speaking to me to ask potentially embarrassing questions.

Apart from Tom his friend Jon was the only person who seemed excited to see

me there. He spoke in short sentences and questions rambling them together without

pause.

So I hear youre from San Juan. Wow, that must have been nice. If I could livewherever I like it would be there. Ive always enjoyed the hot weather. I especially

like going to the beach. Why in the world would you move here? were the parts of

his rambling I managed to grasp.

M-My parents got divorced, I replied. Jon didnt notice my stammering but I

heard Emma snicker with Meg.

Bummer, my parents split up when I was too little to remember it, Jon

continued undeterred. Jon started telling me about himself and I had a hard time

paying attention.

And on the day went, answering the same questions over and over again, trying

to commit a mental map of the school to memory. Tom continued his open affectiontoward me, making a few friendly if not subtle flirtatious comments. They made me

uncomfortable as I shied away from them, completely unaccustomed to the

attention.

Cooking was when my day took an interesting turn and at the time I didnt

know how interesting it would end up being. The Cooking class room was quite large.

It had several work stations along the back walls with tables and chairs filling the rest

of the room. Miss Maxwell was a young lady who looked like she was fresh out of

college. She greeted me with a smile.

Excellent. Now we have even numbers for our new assignment. If youd like totake a seat, I was just about to explain. She greeted me enthusiastically. She


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obviously enjoyed teaching the subject. I took the closest empty seat without

registering anything about the rest of my surroundings.

Hey. Im Missandra Rayner, introduced my neighbour in a feminine voice,

but everyone just calls me Missy. I looked up to see she was the petite blonde from

the parking lot this morning. She had the exact same icy blue eyes and ivory skin as

the perfect Miss Rayner from my Psychology class.

Hi, Im A-Anna Moxley, I replied to be polite. Although she wasnt as

strikingly beautiful as the other girl, she was pretty and cute, with a friendly

demeanour the other girl lacked. Even though she seemed more approachable, she

still made me feel self-conscious about my own plain looks.

Pleased to meet you, she replied formally taking me by surprise. As she was

pulling it away I noticed Missy had had her hand extended in front of her. Miss

Maxwell called the class to order just then so I didnt have time to focus on being

embarrassed.

Now as you all know we are starting a new project today. I want you all to lookat your neighbours because they will be your partners for the next month. At this I

looked over at Missy who appeared excited by the news. This is going to be a very

large project and will make up majority of this quarters grade.

For our assignment we had to develop an idea for a restaurant. We needed to

think of a theme and design a menu containing entres, mains, desserts and drinks.

There needed to be fifty or more items on the menu, most of which we would have to

cook in class. We were left the rest of the class to start ideas and were told we would

need to meet during our own time if we wanted this to go well.

Missy appeared excited by the project and her enthusiasm was infectious. Ispent most of the class answering her questions about myself and not getting very

much work done. After all the standard questions Id already answered today Missy

ventured onto new ones.

Was it hard leaving all your friends behind? Missy asked. This time she

looked up at me from a menu and watched for my reaction.

I didnt have very m-many friends back home.

I find that hard to imagine, Missy replied with a smile. Hows about you

come over to my place tonight so we can work on this using some better resources?

she asked out of nowhere.

S-Sure, though I dont really know my w-way around. I might need directions,I replied, a little nervous about getting lost.

Oh dont worry about that. You can catch a lift with my sisters and me, she

said happily.

Your sisters? I asked gingerly. I thought the Rayners might be cousins but not

siblings. The two Id met so far looked so close in age that it didnt seem likely. I

think one of them might be in m-my Psych class. We bumped into each other this

morning too.

Yeah, that would be Molly, Missy replied in her carefree tone. She added

thoughtfully, Although you probably shouldnt call her that. She likes people whoarent family to call her Molleena.


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Okay, I replied. Ill try to remember that.

And my other sister is Madeleine, but you should be fine to call her Maddy. Its

just Molly that is a bit reserved, Missy said with a laugh. I wasnt sure if I should

laugh at this or not, so I smiled sheepishly and nodded. Dont worry too much. She

just takes a while to warm up to people.

Then the bell rang interrupting the rest of our conversation. As we walked

outside the room Missy stopped and looked at me again. Ill meet you in the parking

lot. Molly drives a red Jaguar. You cant miss it, Missy said. With that she turned

and skipped away. I stood there unsure of where I was meant to go and thankfully

saw Tom walking towards me. Id be lost without him today, I thought as I closed the

distance between us.

Hey, I called out to him.

Hey, he called back with a wide grin. Where can I escort you too now? he

asked when I was within conversational distance.

Im scheduled for Environmental Science with Mrs OBrien, I replied.Hopefully that means something m-more to you than me, I added with a smile.

Im sure I can manage to get you there, he said as his expression changed to

one of curiosity, Was that Missandra Rayner I saw you talking to before?

Yeah, I replied after a short pause. At first I hadnt recognised who he meant

because hed used her full name. Why?

Oh, just I dont think Ive ever seen her talk to anyone. Well besides her sisters

anyway.

She was really friendly to m-me. Were doing a big project together for Cooking

and she invited me over tonight to get started on it, I replied. Missys behaviourhadnt seemed odd to me but if what Tom said was right she might only be being

friendly to make doing the project easier. I made a note not to get too excited at the

prospect of making friends; she might just be as reserved as her sister.

So you wont need a lift home from school then? he asked me sounding a bit

disappointed at the prospect.

Oh n-no, I wasnt expecting you to put yourself out again anyway, I replied as

we stopped in front of the building Id had Psychology in earlier.

How many times do I have to tell you that it wont put me out? Im beginning

to enjoy your company, you know, he smiled at me as he said this, making me blush.

I guess Ill see you tomorrow then? Ill pick you up at the same time.Y-Yeah, okay. Ill s-see you in the morning Tom, I replied as I walked into my

class. Mrs OBrien was a short plump elderly woman who looked like she might fall

asleep half way through the class. Her teaching style resembled OConnor although

she had a nasal voice that felt like nails on a chalk board. For the next hour I

struggled to pay attention to her as she dictated from the text for us to copy.

The bell signalling the end of class was a welcome relief. I was relieved that Id

gotten through my first day and I knew without Tom it wouldnt have gone as

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the same motion.

Dont mind her, Missy said dismissively, watching her go. Shes just in a bad

mood today.

Although Missys words were meant to comfort me I couldnt shake the feeling

it was my fault she was in a foul mood. As I got out of the car I couldnt help but gasp.

There were two other new cars which, together with Molleenas car, filled half the

garage.

Dads a bit ostentatious. Hes very successful in business and he likes to show

off that success with new and shiny, Missy said as she gestured toward the cars.

Not that Im complaining. This, Missy said as she spread herself over the front of a

purple two door convertible sports car, was a present for my last birthday. She

stroked the paint as I worked to compose my face and hide the shock that I felt by

such extravagance. Who gives sports cars as birthday presents? Mercy is a C two-o-

nine Mercedes, she purred to herself.

Very n-nice, I made a safe comment to try and hide that I had no idea whatshed just said to me.

She certainly is. And that, she pointed to the sleek metallic green sedan in

between Mercy and Mollys Jaguar, is Maddys Lexus.

Although Missy might as well have spoken in Latin, I understood, if only from

looking at them, that each of the vehicles were considered luxury cars. Missy spoke

with an air of casualness as if having three parked in your garage was normal,

although it probably was for her.

Theyre all very, ah, I struggled for an appropriate adjective, beautiful.

Missy laughed at my evident discomfort with the conversation.Come on. Lets get to work, she said playfully as she skipped up the stairs

gracefully and I forced myself to follow her worried about what to expect at the top of

them. I didnt want to get stuck in a room with Molleena for the next hour or so and

endure her glare.

At the top of the stairs we entered a minimalist living room complete with sleek

couch, flat panel television and computer, each article of furniture. Through an

archway I could see a lavishly decorated parlour. Everything I could see, which I was

coming to understand to be very little of the overall house, looked immaculate. It

either looked completely new or perfectly preserved antique.

Why dont you make yourself at home, Missy said pointing toward the couch.Ill just go to the library to get some books and Ill be right with you, she added as

she walked through the arch.

I turned around in amazement as I took in the room before me for a second

time. At the opposite end of the room was a second archway which seemed to go into

a large open room. Its purpose I couldnt begin to fathom.

Following Missys instructions I tried to make myself at home on the couch,

although I didnt hold high expectations of success. I got out the assignment notes

Maxwell had given us this afternoon and started going over them.

Well then, Missy said as she entered the room once more. I suppose weshould start deciding on a theme for our restaurant. Do you have any ideas?


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N-Not really, I replied honestly.

I was thinking that maybe we could do a French style restaurant. My family is

originally from France and we have several family recipes thatve been handed down

over the years, Missy said indicating the old leather bound books she held.

That s-sounds good, I stuttered. I was having trouble feeling relaxed, worried

about marring the perfection of the Rayner house.

These two have some of the best recipes in them, she smiled at me and

handed me one of the books. Inside was thick parchment paper written on in an

elegant hand. Let me know if there are any recipes in there that you think sound

good, she said as she started flicking through her own book.

Looking at the different recipes each one sounded delicious and extravagant.

Some of them I had trouble imagining how to go about cooking and others I was

unsure if the finished product would even be edible. After a little while I became

aware that Missy was no longer looking through her book but was sitting very still

staring out the windows. She seemed deep in thought, however she didnt have thewistful look of somebody day dreaming. All the same I felt that if I tried to get her

attention I would be interrupting something. What, I didnt know.

There came a deep voice from the front of the house without the warning of a

knock or the sound of a door opening. Where are my three favourite ladies?

The voice vibrated through my body accompanied by a quiver of yearning. I

shuddered as the sensation reached the base of my spine. This was an unfamiliar

physical response for me. Missy was snapped out of her daze and jumped off the

couch.

Ill be right back, Missy said quickly as she rushed out of the room. Ash! shecalled excitedly.

Ash! I heard Maddy call from a distance. Where have you been? Youve been

gone far too long! she continued, her voice getting louder as she moved closer.

Well you know me, I cannot stay in one place too long, he said with a laugh,

deep and pleasant. Just like my earlier reaction to his voice, his laugh caused another

shudder through my body. I had an intense urge to see the face belonging to the

hypnotic voice. Before I was aware of my actions Id circled the couch and was

walking quietly toward the archway to see him.

Well, Missy said excitedly, were very glad to see you. What brings you back

this way?As if you do not already know. I am here to see Sevan about business. I thought

I had best stop by and see you ladies, he chuckled again, Or I would hear about it

forever.

Fathers not here, Maddy announced with a hint of dismay in her voice. Hes

away for a few weeks taking care of some Council business.

As always, I might have to hunt him down.

Do you really have to go so soon? Missy asked with disappointment. By now

Id reached the door and could take in the scene with my eyes. Missy and Maddy

were standing next to each other. Maddy pouted while Missy stood with a knowingsmile dancing on her lips.


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Once my eyes fell upon Ash the rest of the world fell away, leaving me staring at

him. He had short, black hair and perfect white skin. His beauty left me speechless as

my eyes raced over his angular features, committing every curve to memory.

You would know better than me, Ash spoke with a grin. His lips parting

slightly to reveal gleaming white teeth.

Hmm, Missy replied with a pause her voice almost an inaudible whisper.

Nope, your business can be postponed a few weeks. It will probably be for the better

if you wait for father to come back anyway.

That settles it. Where is Miss Molly? Ash asked in a playful voice. My heart

sank when I interpreted his excitement as desire. Of course he would want to be with

someone equally as beautiful as himself, I thought with a sigh. It was stupid to feel

such disappointment without even talking to him.

Shes up stairs brooding, announced Missy.

And why would she be doing that? Ash asked in an innocent tone as he

touched Missy under her chin with his index finger and gave her a cheeky smile.Shes not impressed with Missy, Maddy stated in a matter of fact way,

sounding as if she agreed with the reason Molleena was upset. She brought a, ah,

guest home today, Maddy added with a cool glance at Missy. I gasped under my

breath at this announcement, taking an involuntary step backward at the same time.

Out of embarrassment and nerves I tripped over my own feet and fell backward

landing with a soft thud on the carpet.

I looked up at them, mortified to be caught eavesdropping. All three were

watching me but it was Ash who drew my attention. His eyes narrowed in

assessment, sweeping up and down my frame in one quick motion. His angularfeatures looked dangerous, a predator, making me feel unsettled.

He took a slow step toward me and I scurried backward and stood up in the

same movement. Ash laughed, a low, even chuckle. It was clear he enjoyed my

reaction. While I felt exposed under his scrutiny I also felt an unexpected pleasure in

having his attention focused on me.

Are you girls being naughty in Sevans absence? I never thought I would see

the day. You have always been such a good girl Missy. Ash had meant his words in a

teasing way but the look he was giving me was very serious, as if he wanted to devour

me. With each step forward he took, I took one backward, never breaking eye contact

with him. His stride was larger than mine because in a few small steps hed closed thegap between us by half. On my final step backward I met with the back of the couch.

Its not like that Ash! hissed Missy from behind him.

Really cousin? he asked slowly as he took another step toward me. His eyes

were not the icy blue of his cousins but the dark grey of a sinister storm cloud. He

had covered the distance between us in an impossibly small amount of steps. He

appeared even more dangerous up close. His dark eyes watched me intently as I

stood frozen by a mix of fear and intrigue, pinned against the couch.

Part of my brain told me that I should be running, running as fast as I could to

get away from him even though it would be a wasted effort. But another part of mewas fascinated, almost mesmerised, by him. Even though he looked at me with his


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dark eyes as if I were prey, I burned to reach out and touch him.

You would not just be lying to me, would you Missy? Afraid I might tell on you

to Daddy? He didnt take his eyes off me once while he was taunting Missy. They

remained locked with mine making it impossible for me to look away. He was almost

close enough to touch now.

My fear began to melt away leaving me captivated by Ashs presence for a

different, unexplainable reason. The strange attraction of his face was now just

inches from mine. Somehow his beauty increased up close. His skin was smooth and

even. His eyes held a metallic quality as they took in my own features. His scent

enclosed around me, a wondrous sweet and enticing smell I couldnt place.

He took another small step closer and leaned forward to rest his hands on the

back of the couch, one on either side of my torso. This caused my heart to skip a beat

before racing at double speed. Ash smiled at me smugly as if he were proud he was

terrifying and enticing at the same time.

Ash reached up and touched my cheek gently with his finger. His touch was cooland hot in the same instance. I didnt pull away, I wanted him to continue. His

fingertips traced down my neck and across my collar bone in slow motion. His touch

sent small pulses of electricity to my nerves, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

Asher, stop! called a new voice. It was harsh and commanding. Ashs hand

dropped from my skin and I instantly missed it. His eyes remained locked on mine as

a curious expression crossed his face. That is not why she is here.

What? Ash hissed still inches from my face. His breath brushed against my

face making my knees go weak.

She is studying with Missy, the voice called fiercely. Then added, pronouncingeach word deliberately slow, Leave her alone.

Ashs eyes burned with such intense fury it made me stop breathing in fear. He

spun away from me quickly, breaking the lock between our eyes, and stormed off

toward Molleena.

Ah Miss Molly, Ash said in a bitter tone. How good of you to join us, he hiss.

You know the rules, Ash. Father would never forgive you if you broke them,

Molleena spoke less forcefully now. She was still angry but her tone had lost some of

its edge.

Sevan would never have to know, Ash yelled at the sisters, Maddy and Missy

joining Molly at the bottom of the stairs. I am going out to eat. Call me when she isgone.

With that he walked briskly out of the room without another look back. The

sisters stood holding themselves in defensive postures. Molleena glared at me for a

brief moment before turning and walking back up the stairs. I recalled my desperate

need for oxygen and started breathing deeply.

Thanks a lot Missy, Maddy hissed in a sardonic whisper as she followed

Molleena.

A little assistance here Molly? asked Missy pointedly.

I told you this afternoon, no. You deal with the fall out.With that Molleena and Maddy walked up the stairs with anger in every step,


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although their foot falls were too light to be called stomping. Once they were gone

Missy relaxed her posture and looked at me apologetically.

Im so sorry that happened, Missy said remorsefully as she walked slowly

toward me. Ash gets a bit carried away sometimes. She watched me intently with

concern in her eyes as if she expected me to collapse at any moment. I wasnt too sure

I wouldnt.

Dont w-worry about it, I tried to reassure her between breaths but my stutter

gave away my nerves.

Hows about I get you home? she suggested as she walked past me to gather

my things. Before I could protest it was unnecessary she was already done and

making her way to the garage.

Following at a slower pace I made my way into the passenger side of her purple

Mercedes as Missy waited patiently. She drove slower than Molleena but I had the

feeling she only did this for the sake of my nerves. She spent her time looking out the

window and glancing in my direction every few seconds.Where am I taking you? Missy asked without hesitating on her current route.

I struggled to make my mind and lips work together to give her the address.

One Twenty-Four Callahan Crescent, I answered. Missy nodded in response

and I was glad she hadnt asked for directions. I still hadnt calmed myself properly

and I wasnt sure I could give directions without getting us lost even if I was in

complete command of my body.

Before long she parked in front of my new house, looking tiny in comparison to

the Rayner mansion. The engine remained running so I knew straight away she

wouldnt be lingering. I grabbed my bag and opened the door to leave.Ill see you at school tomorrow? Missy asked me in a hopeful whisper, thin

strands of unusual worry creeping in her words.

Sure. Weve got Cooking, I said with a smile as I got out of the car. Missy

perked up a bit at this with a smile of her own as I closed the door behind me.

I came home to an empty house as expected which suited me. I still felt weak

kneed from my encounter with Ash, something I couldnt explain with words. I

closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try to clear my head but it had the opposite

effect. Ashs stormy eyes stared at me intently in my mind, causing my heart to skip a

beat.

Why am I reacting this way? I asked aloud to try and focus my thoughts. Ishould be afraid of him, I thought. Some part of me was but the greater, sensual part

of me wanted to see him again right now.

Remembering his touch my skin buzzed, desiring to experience his caress again.

His fingers had been cold against my warm, blushing skin. Maybe Im getting sick,

I reasoned. I thought about the afternoon in more detail and a million questions ran

through my mind each demanding attention at the same time.

What had Ash thought I was visiting for? Why had he wanted to scare me? Why

had he stopped when Molleena told him to? What was Sevans rule?

No answers came to me. Every question only brought with it more questionsuntil I had all but forgotten the first. I could not pinpoint the most important and


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would take to clean it. To test my theory I picked at some of the mud coating the

lower half of the jeep and was met with resistance.

More like letting me take you to the cinemas on Friday. All but swallowing my

tongue in surprise, I tried to think of how to reply. With the question out there the

clarity came that friendship was all I would ever be interested in with Tom.

I d-dont see how that counts as me paying you back, I retorted. I didnt want

to hurt his feelings with a flat refusal and if hed only been joking I certainly didnt

want to embarrass myself.

Maybe Id let you pay, Tom went along with my deflection however his jovial

tone was gone along with his smile. I felt horrible knowing I was the cause of his

deflated mood.

Two tickets, I mused trying to bring some of the joke back to the conversation,

plus popcorn and drinks. It would be cheaper to pay for the fare.

I suppose Ill just have to wait until you run up your tab a bit more, he added

with a hint of seriousness but didnt push it any further.I was worried saying something more might give him encouragement so I

stayed silent, contemplating my insanity at turning him down. But I couldnt lead

him on. After just one encounter I was fascinated by Ash, the clich bad guy. The

man who I knew deep inside would lead me into trouble but my heart and body

didnt care.

In fact, neither did my brain which made fighting it that much harder. Every

time I closed my eyes a flash of him presented in my mind and I still felt a lingering

magnetism toward him.

Earth to Anna, I was startled by Toms hand on my shoulder. Where did yougo? You were a million miles away.

Ah, calculating cab fare, I replied going back to our last conversation. I

certainly wasnt going to share those crazy thoughts with anyone, especially Tom. Id

only just met Ash, making it irrational to feel so strongly toward him.

So far I estimate you owe me about fifteen bucks, Tom smiled before turning

away to go to his class.

Why couldnt I spend my time fantasising about him? I thought with a sigh.

Frustrated with myself, I took my seat automatically next to Emma.

I tried to focus as Grouley rambled on about Austen. He spaced out while

answering a students question and went off on a different tangent without answeringthe initial question. He wasnt entirely boring. OConnor and OBrien were in

competition for that. It was actually amusing to listen to the insane ramblings of

someone elses mind, instead of my own, for a while.

It was raining by lunch forcing us to spend the hour in the cafeteria. We claimed

a table occupied by Toms friends and some people who I didnt know. Dani was at

the other end of the table making conversation with her impossible unless I wanted

to yell, which I certainly did not.

Tom and Jons attention was engaged with a vaguely familiar boy who everyone

called Max. He reminded me of John Travolta in Grease. As they spoke Max glancedat me regularly, looking me up and down making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to


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ignore him by focusing intently on my lunch. I felt another set of eyes on me but I

thought I was imagining it. Finally I glanced around the room. My eyes met with

Missys several tables away sitting with her sisters.

She waved to me and I automatically returned the gesture without thinking.

This made her smile which I returned despite the uncomfortable feeling Max brought

me. Although this exchange only took a moment it caught the attention of my

audience.

Whoa. Whats Missandra doing waving at you? Max asked in a bitter tone.

I-, I started trying to think of the words. W-Were doing a project together for

Cooking.

Ive seen them do projects with people before but I dont think Ive ever seen a

Rayner be friendly.

Max is just bitter because none of them would date him, Jon added in a joking

tone. Max shot him a glare and Jon quickly added Of course they dont date

anyone.Thats because they dont talk to anyone, Tom chimed in as he absent-

mindedly took some of my chips. However they invited Anna over to study last

night, he stated with a shrug.

What? Emma exclaimed in disbelief.

Yep, Tom said simply. She went to their house and met their cousin. Emma

muttered something that sounded like Of all the luck as she folded her arms across

her chest and slouched back into her chair sulking.

What was their house like? This question was from Jon at his usual fast pace.

Is it big? Is it expensive? I heard they have a butler and three other servants. Is ittrue? What were they like? What was their cousin like? Something must have

occurred to him because he snapped his mouth quickly shut and looked over at the

sisters again. Was their cousin, ah, male?

Yes, I answered unsure of what else to say. Tom shifted uncomfortably in the

seat beside me. This thought had obviously not occurred to him. Jon looked over at

the sisters once more.

Whats he like? I mean does he look like them? Jon asked as if he didnt really

want to know the answer.

S-sure, I replied. It was hard to think of anything else to say with so many

eyes on me.Are you going back? Emma asked sharply. She looked displeased with the

attention I was receiving. I glanced toward Missy searching for an answer.

I hope s-so. Missy is really very lovely. Somebody snorted in disagreement

and the remainder of the lunch hour was filled with gossip about the Rayners, how

rich they are and why. I tuned it out because Id never been one to believe such

babble but not before hearing the theory of their father being a leader in the Mafia.

As Tom walked me to Cooking for the second time we ran into Missy.

Hey Anna, she greeted me with a smile.

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Hello, Missy said frostily, uttering it with the friendliness of a death threat

before stepping into our classroom, leaving Tom and I outside. With a wave to Tom I

followed her.

During our two hour class Missy was uncharacteristically quiet as we followed

the lesson plan to create a three course meal in sixty minutes.

I was nervous during the whole class, spending my time worrying over whether

Missy would invite me over. Sometimes I would worry she would not and our

promising friendship was over. While other times I worried she would and Ash would

still be there, angry with me. I also worried he wouldnt be there. I still hadnt made

up my mind on the most desirable outcome when Missy finally started up a

conversation.

Are you busy tonight? she asked as she cleaned.

N-No, I replied, trying to stay calm.

Want to come over and work on the project?

Sure, I beamed, unable to hide my excitement, confirming to myself I wantedto be friends with Missy no matter what. If that meant accepting she had a few

secrets and a strange family, I could do that. In time I might even have answers for

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4. Magnetism

I was thinking, I said, following Missy up the stairs into the den, we shouldfocus on one part of the m-menu fi... I stopped mid-sentence and stride

simultaneously at the top of the stairs. Sitting at the desk was Ash. Our eyes met and

his expression was hard to read. His attention was focused on me as a hunters

attention zooms in on its prey.

First, Missy finished for me. That sounds good. If we do that I think we

should, Missy paused as she realised I wasnt following her. I was still standing at

the top of the stairs watching Ash watching me.

His presence called to me across the room. I knew that if I moved now I

wouldnt be able to stop myself from walking over to him. I wanted to run my fingersthrough his ebony hair and caress his face. I burned to feel the electricity between us

once again.

Oh! Ash! Leave the poor girl alone, Missy exclaimed, exasperated, as she

grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the dazzling fantasy. Ash looked startled too.

I am not doing anything, Ash scowled at Missy.

Well at least stop staring, she said in an accusing tone. Ash muttered

something as he turned his attention to the computer. Missy nudged me slightly onto

the couch. Picking up a recipe book I tried to focus my mind on anything but Ash.

So we will start with the entres? Missy concluded.

S-Sounds good, I agreed. G-Got any ideas?Well I was thinking we should definitely have Salmon Mousse with Capers. Its

delicious, Missy said as she started flicking through one of her old books. Ash made

the sound of somebody choking. Oh, mind your own business, Missy exclaimed.

She sounded exactly like me when I got annoyed with my brother. I looked up at Ash.

Ashs expression was hilarious as he mimicked someone chocking, causing me

to laugh in spite of myself. Ashs eyes shot up from the screen to meet mine. I was

unsure if his new expression was one of intrigue or disdain.

Oh, s-sorry, I mumbled, stumbling to look at anything but Ash.

Dont be. Ash just needs to learn some manners, Missy threw her pen at him.He dodged easily out of the way.

I cannot help it if I have an acquired taste and salmon mousse is not on the

list.

Do you have any suggestions? Missy ignored him.

Velvety Asparagus Soup is one of my favourites.

Excellent, Missy said as she jotted it down, producing another pen. We will

definitely put it on the menu then.

Not a lot of young people like asparagus, Ash stated, watching me intently for

my reaction. His tone implied he wasnt including himself in the young category

although he couldnt be much over twenty. He was looking down at me which made

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It was actually my grandmothers favourite and since shes no longer with us

its one thing that reminds me of her, I spat at him, more irate than I intended. He

smiled to himself and pretended to shift his focus back to the computer, although I

doubted he knew what was in front of him.

I, Missy said with emphasis on the word, think its sweet. Sorry about your

grandmother. Missy apologised sincerely.

Its okay. Life goes on. She wouldnt want me to be moping around instead of

living my own short life.

Dont even say it, Missy snapped. At first I was insulted before I realised she

wasnt talking to me.

You will not let me have any fun, will you? Ash scowled.

Well Im sure I told you to mind your own business but I could be wrong,

Missy replied sarcastically without any sympathy. If you cant handle it maybe you

should leave.

Its okay Missy. I dont mind, I said with a weak smile. Ash and Missy bothlooked at me with surprise and I wished I hadnt said anything. I tried to think of

something else to say to change the subject. Hows about we put Quiche Lorraine on

the menu? I asked successfully distracting her for the remainder of my visit.

Although Ash stayed silent I could feel his eyes on me making it hard to ignore him

completely.

*

Visiting at Missys after school each day quickly became a habit. Wednesday

afternoon saw me lazing on her couch watching television studying for a history test.

Missy sat on the floor at the coffee table drawing for art. Occasionally we would talk

about something thatd happened at school but usually it was a comfortable silence of

old friends, something I had never experienced before.

I felt a constant pull toward Ash during my visit, even in separate rooms. It was

as if there was an electrified cord tying us together. I could feel where he was in the

house and whenever he was drawing near.

Ash came into the den soon after our arrival and sat at the opposite end of thecouch without a word. I kept my eyes on the paper in front of me without

understanding any of the words I was attempting to read. I could feel Ashs eyes

watching me.

Argh, I moaned in frustration, slamming my book closed. Id been failing to

retain any of the information since I started studying and Ashs presence wasnt

assisting.

Whats wrong? Missy asked. Although there was concern in her tone her eyes

never lifted from her sketch pad.

Its this s-stupid history test, I complained. Its on Friday and I dont know

any of it. Im completely screwed.

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before her. I looked over her shoulder to see what she was drawing. The picture she

was drawing was me sitting on her couch with Ash, my hand reaching out and

stroking his cheek. I quickly looked away, embarrassed. Well?

Huh?

Whats the subject of your test? Missy sounded slightly exasperated, as if

talking to a child who was trying her patience.

Renaissance Artists, their work and how it affected the revolution, I replied.

Are you joking?

I wish I was, I replied. I picked up my textbook again and flipped through to

around the middle. I turned it around to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Renaissance Artists, Missy read directly from the text. Their work and... Your

test is based on one whole chapter of your text book?

You s-sound surprised, I replied, rolling my eyes as I did. Mrs OConnor

believes in following the school curriculum to the letter, the boring, black and white,

no variance letter. This history class may a-actually-Make you history? Missy asked with more enthusiasm than required.

Not what I was going to say but nice imagery, I said, a small grin creeping

onto my face.

Well I am dreadful at history, Missy announced. I look more toward the

future but Ash knows a thing or two about Renaissance Art.

Hey, Ash replied harshly. You could not leave me out of this? He asked

almost angrily. Also Maddy knows more about history than any of us.

But Maddy is busy and you are not, Missy pointed out. She grabbed my book

from my hand and tossed it at Ash with extra effort; it hit his shoulder with a thudand fell to the couch.

You are serious about this? Ash asked in disbelief.

Yes, Missy stood firm, glaring at Ash as if challenging him to disagree with

her.

Its fine, I interrupted. I dont want you to feel obligated to help. I reached

out to pick my textbook up from the couch. Ashs fingers closed around the binding

first. He picked it up and flicked through to the appropriate chapter. He skimmed

over it briefly before closing the textbook and tossing it gently across the couch to

me. It bounced softly at my feet on the cushions and sat there.

I will assist you, Ash said flatly.N-No, I stammered out.

You do not want my help? Ash asked, confusion crossing his face.

I, I stopped myself and tried to think about exactly what it was I wanted to

say. You s-shouldnt feel obligated. I dont want you to do something you dont want

to do.

I never have, Ash replied.

And never will, Missy interrupted. Ash is very selfish but he owes me a

favour if I recall correctly and Im calling it in.

Has anyone ever told you, cousin, that you are manipulative? Ash askedwithout any anger present, as one would usually have if they were being used or


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manipulated.

Only you, Missy announced proudly. Also you havent seen anything yet.

Being truly manipulative would be doing this. She rose from her seat on the floor

and circled the couch. In a few brief seconds shed ascended the stairs and was out of

sight.

She enjoyed that far too much, Ash observed. I turned back and looked at

him, our eyes met and locked into place. I became acutely aware it was the first time

wed been left alone together. I contemplated if I would be able to stop myself from

touching him.

S-She is unique, I agreed.

Masaccio, Ash said randomly.

Excuse me? I asked, trying desperately to figure out what hed just said.

Masaccio, Ash repeated. He was a renaissance artist. I felt it best to start

right away.

Right, I agreed.When was he born?

Fourteen hundred, I said with a questioning tone.

Close, Masaccio was born in Fourteen-o-one, Ash said without sounding

condescending. You will however get a point if you can tell me when he died.

Fourteen-twenty-eight, I replied.

Very good, did you guess? Ash asked picking up on the doubt in my tone.

A little, I confessed. I was certain he was less than thirty.

Maybe it would be best to remember how old he was when he died, Ash

offered.Twenty-Seven, I replied, although this fact was obvious now.

What is his most famous work? Ash asked, sticking to the testing, making it

easier to focus my attention on the information and less on him.

A chapel, I replied vaguely. It started with a B.

Brancacci, Ash replied. It was strange to be tutored regarding Renaissance Art

by Ash. From looking at him you wouldnt have expected him to have cared at all

about education. What was so significant regarding his work that made him so

influential over Renaissance art?

Perspective, I said, trying to recall the rest of the information. He did, there

was, argh, its gone! I growled in frustration. I hate this subject.The third dimension, Ash replied patiently. He was the first artist to

experiment with portraying the third dimension in his work. This was a substantial

leap forward from the two dimensional artwork of medieval times.

I watched Ash as he spoke. He was not animated as Missy tended to be

regarding almost everything within her scope but he was excited by the subject. It

fanned a flame deep inside him.

How do you know all this? I blurted out before I could stop myself.

My mother, Ash replied with pride. She was obsessed with history, especially

any history concerning her family who are originally from Italy.And she taught you? I asked, for lack of a better response.


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Yes, he spoke as if I were no longer there, as if he were with his mother

instead. She was not an overly affectionate mother; she did not sing nursery rhymes

or tell fairy tales. What she did do was tell me bedtime stories of her family, including

Renaissance Italy.

Over the last two days I had not thought it possible for him to be more

attractive however this moment was proving that assumption wrong. His features

softened making him appear almost happy and joyful. He seemed younger and it

made me realise how deep his eyes normally looked.

Those stories meant more to her than any of the commercialized fairy tales

published in books, I observed, trying to distract myself from the intense desire to

reach out to him.

I suppose you are correct, Ash agreed. Donatello, he said flatly, all traces of

his previous emotion evaporated.

Ninja Turtle, I replied as a joke. Id always found it amusing that the ninja

turtles shared their names with Renaissance artists. Ash looked at me withconfusion. You dont know what a Ninja Turtle is?

I do not, Ash replied.

According to my brother they are the best superhero team of the nineties, I

explained. I thought being old and mature you would know that. I turned his age

generalisation from the previous day back onto him.

Maybe I am too old for that, Ash replied with a smile, the tiniest trace of his

previous joy rekindled at the back of his eyes. For the briefest of moments he held my

gaze like he could see deep within me before breaking the spell. Donatello, when

was he born?The questions continued for the rest of the afternoon. I was quizzed on my

knowledge of every Renaissance artist within the chapter Mrs OConnor had set for

us to study. Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael were all artists I had been

familiar with previously but not nearly as much as I was now.

By the end I was convinced Ash had started adding some artists in for his own

amusement, Bellini, Titian, Botticelli. However when I looked them up in my history

textbook later that night I found out he hadnt. He had been completely accurate

about every detail hed made me memorise regarding over ten artists. I was suitably

impressed with his knowledge which would average less than one week in my

memory before evaporating, just long enough to pass my History test.

*

Again on Thursday afternoon we studied in Missys living room, although there

was significantly more television watching than homework being done. Just as the

day before soon after our arrival Ash appeared at the bottom of the stairs and sat at

the opposite end of the couch to myself.

I tried to ignore him however I could feel his eyes on me as he spent

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polite.

Unable to think of how to answer him I stared at him stupidly. No one had

asked me directly if I hated Seraph and I honestly didnt know.

So, Ash said undeterred, do you?

I dont despise it here, I answered. Ash looked at me patiently waiting for me

to continue. Having a feeling he would win a battle of patience I decided itd be best

to give in to start with. I just dont like change.

Why not stay with your father? Ash asked as if this would be a simple

solution. I looked down at my hands as I searched for the words to answer him.

Youd prefer that, right?

No, his grey eyes drilled into me. Yes, I replied with a sigh. Its n-not about

me. I couldnt hurt M-Mum like that, I answered. Shed be alone.

Instead you are alone, Ash concluded.

Im always alone, I said without thinking.

Always? Ash asked with intrigue in his tone. His voice came from beside me,causing me to look up at him in confusion. Without a noise he was now sitting right

next to me. I was acutely aware of my own body and his proximity to it, our legs mere

millimetres away from one another. I could feel my heart pick up pace as my stomach

did flip flops.

Y-Yes. Ive n-never really made a connection w-with anyone, I answered

truthfully, trying not to focus on the stutter Ashs proximity was causing. Ive n-

never felt as if I belonged anywhere. Ashs expression changed to a thoughtful one.

His eyes traced over my face several times as if searching for the truth.

You did not tell anyone how I acted on Monday.Yes, I replied, although he had not phrased it as a question. How did he know

that for sure?

Why? Ash asked to draw out further explanation from me. This question

caused me to remember our first encounter. I blushed with embarrassment and

looked down at my hands again.

It doesnt belong to them, I answered trying to find the right words.

You are very strange, Anna.

Thanks? I asked.

Strange is not always bad.

The tone of his voice, musing and thoughtful, made me look up at him. His facewas soft and full of intrigue as if I were a puzzle to him. His eyes locked with mine

and the full magnetism of his attraction to me snapped into place.

Again I felt the desire to reach out and touch some part of him, to feel the

tingling sensation his skin had brought to mine. His eyes flickered through emotions

in a rapid loop, intrigue, confusion, curiosity.

My eyes flew over his angular face taking in his clean cut features, his perfect

pale skin and his gleaming white teeth. He remained staring at me as I stared at him.

His expression turned questioning as we held the same position. He opened his

mouth as if to speak but closed it in silence. Instead he reached out to me and lightlyran his fingers over my cheek. The anticipated sensation came with the touch, waking


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my nerve endings and doubling the butterflies in my stomach at the same time. I felt

locked in place by the varying array of sensations swimming around inside me.

I watched as Ashs fingers curled delicately around my wrist turning it palm up.

He traced the lines on my palm silently with his finger. My whole hand felt the

feathery phantoms of his touch. When he broke our connection I let out a small

moan in protest, something I had never done before.

Ashs eyes flicked back to my face, piercing mine with their intensity causing my

resistance to his magnetism to buckle. I grabbed Ashs face in my hands causing his

cool, soft lips to meet mine. The tingling sensation resonated through them. Ash

responded to my advance with equal hunger, lips enveloping mine, teeth nibbling

ardently.

Using all of my strength I pulled his body to mine, struggling to touch as much

of him as possible. The sensation in my lips strengthened into an intoxicating throb.

Suddenly, without warning, I was separated from Ash and falling backwards

through the air. I landed with a thud on the ground a few feet away. Confused Ilooked around to see Ash standing rigidly on the other side of the room. His eyes

were a fury of emotion.

What was that? he hissed.

You tell me! I snapped back at him, angered by his behaviour. Had he thrown

me from him?

How are you doing that? Ash demanded, resembling a wild animal backed

into a corner, a deadly mix of confusion and anger. I stared at him in bewilderment.

Tell me! What are you doing to me?

Im not doing anything! I yelled at him. Talking to him was like trying to solvea riddle spoken in a different language. Each conversation felt fractured like we were

having several at once but I wasnt able to keep up. What are you talking about?

You! he said coldly, pointing his finger at me. I do not know how you are

doing it but you are clouding my judgement, seducing me, drawing me toward you.

You are a manipulative vixen!

I am doing no such thing! I stated through clenched teeth. My body was

shaking with anger at such an accusation. You started it! Youre the one that made

the advances, touching my face and giving me looks! I threw out my own

accusations in the heat of the moment, unexplainably hurt by his words.

Ash looked unsure for a second. His anger faulted as he looked at my distressover the situation. But then it came back again, stronger this time.

See! You are doing it! You are trying to make me weak! Trying to make me

care! I do not care about you! Ash spat. You are just a mere, ordinary little girl. You

mean nothing to me!

Ordinary? Mere? I asked in a

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