Flirting with Vampires is Dangerous to your Health-Prologue
A/N: ARR I changed the prologue. No more space alien subplot. That's just...too bizarre. Yeah. And I really needed to flesh the prologue out.
I sighed. My old friend Ice had launched into another explanation of a video game. I didn't get it. Some things I just don't get.
My name's Amara Dolan. I'm 15 years old and just out of the 9th grade. So is Ice. We're both kinda tall (though I'm about 2 or 3 inches taller), and we both have really light blond hair. That's where our similarities come crashing to a stop like a car hitting a brick wall at 90 miles an hour. Ice prefers to have her hair long, while my hair has just gotten to an acceptable length for a tomboyish girl (in other words, I'd shaved my head and my hair had just barely grown back). I wear spiked jewelry and black, but not a lot of makeup, and I'm tall, scrawny, and flat-chested. There is not a curve on me. Ice prefers wearing pyramid studs, blue, and tons of makeup. People can't really describe her looks, but she's my height...and she's curvy. She's got all the right curves in all the places. Naturally, this means that she has had many more boyfriends than I've had, including the super-hot star of last year's senior class, Rich Hayes. Not that I care, or anything, I mean, I've had a few myself...okay, one. His name was Sawyer, he was Rich Hayes's youngest brother, and he was an asshole. But I'm going off on a tangent. My personality and Ice's are also worlds apart. She's outgoing and peppy and loud and...I'm quiet, mostly, blunt, and sarcastic. And when Ice gets angry, she bottles it all up but I let whoever I'm upset at have it, exploding in their face like a human Mount Saint Helens. I'm surprised we're even friends, Ice and I, since we're so different. I'm surprised I'm friends with anybody. See, I've always been...intuitive. I read tarot and I'm almost always right, I can sense ghosts, I've had premonitions and I can do a tiny bit of telekinesis. I don't know why. I'm the only one in my family who can do any of that. Because of that, lots of people are creeped out by me. Except Ice and Sawyer. Ice has a taste for the bizarre and the supernatural, and I'm not entirely sure why Sawyer isn't as creeped out by me as his Rich is. It must have something to do with being an idiot and an asshole, though.
Anyway, that day we were wearing our favorite outfits: Ice was wearing a blue tanktop, short shorts, and ankle boots, and I was wearing a black tube top, a spiked collar, big baggy jeans, and a pair of combat boots. I loved that tube top. It made me feel like I was defying everyone's idea of what flat-chested girls should wear. Come to think of it, I probably was...
I'm going off on a tangent again. Where was I? Oh yes. Ice had just launched into an in-depth plot analysis of a new favorite game of hers. I think it was called Soul Reaver or Soul Raider or something like that. I was smiling and nodding, going along with it, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched by something or someone. This was different from sensing a ghost...Ice's house was much too new to be haunted. She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the look on my face.
"What is it? Ghost? Demon? Satan himself?"
A chill went down my spine. Whatever was watching could well be Satan himself.
"I feel like we're being watched..."
"Yeah?" Ice said, "That's creepy."
I never did get to reply, because in the next instant I felt a strong hand clamp down on my arm and pull, dragging me into the very fabric of space and time...