Yes, it was happening (again). Seventeen год old Wyatt Thomas was being chased by a pair of vampyres. Great. He was going to be late to school for the fourth time that week. He was sure his best friend Elizabeth would cover for him, as she'd done the other four times this week.
He spun around with inhuman speed. Blue flames leapt out of his fingers toward the vampyres. When the flames made contact the vamps flew back into the wall. Wyatt quickly ran out of the ally, and all the way to school.
Wyatt, suprisingly, got to school on time, early in fact. Even Elizabeth wasn't there yet. So, he sat down with a group of his not-so-close friends, and waited on Elizabeth.
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She was running away from...something. She became cornered, and whirled around to find a huge, dog-like figure towering above her. She flung out her hand as if to hit it. Instead of making contact, blue flames shot out from her finger tips, and struck the dog-like creature.
She awoke, breathing hard. She looked around her room wondering where the dark ally, and dog-like figure went.
Yes, Elizabeth Seciles was the weirdest kid in the whole 11th grade. She had dreams like this all the time. She was also fluently educated in demonology, and mythology еще than any other kid. Except her best friend Wyatt Thomas. He was fluent in russian, and he had been trying to teach her since 8th grade.
Elizabeth hoped he would be on time today. She hated sitting alone, but he was the only kid in school she didn't hate, или didn't hate her.
She rose from her bed, and walked over to the mirror. In the mirror she saw a short, petite girl. Who had brown hair, with blue eyes. Elizabeth was pale, but she lived in New York, so it was to be expected. She looked outside, it was mid-October, it was raining. She threw on a black tee-shirt, and a pair of jeans. Elizabeth left her hair down, and smudged some black eyeliner on her eyes. She ran out the door, cursing as she hit her wrist on the door frame.
Elizabeth walked to school. While she was walking she examined the newest cut on her wrist. It still looked red, and angry. She'd done it last night in the душ with a razor. She was described as Эмо by some. It worried Wyatt to death. She told him time and time again he was wasting his time, that she was worthless. But being the stubborn bastard he is, he ignored her.
She arrived at school. She went into the auditorium. Elizabeth spotted Wyatt he was sitting with his other friends. She walked over, and sat down beside of him.
"You're late," сказал(-а) Wyatt.
"Yourt point? And besides Ты have been late the past four days."
"Yeah, shit happens. Well, let me see them."
"See what?" It was time for her daily wrist check. The newest cut she had was the worst one she'd had in a while. He would freak out when he saw.
"Give me your wrists," сказал(-а) Wyatt. She looked into his blue eyes, and in her peripheral vision she could see his tousled black hair, it was about half way down his neck.
"No," she said.
"Lizybeth," he gave her a meaningful look. When he called her that, she always knew how close they were. He had called her Lizybeth since pre-school, when they first met. He couldn't pronounce Elizabeth so he called her Lizybeth. He was also the only person who had ever дана her a nickname.
"No, I don't want to." Wyatt took hold of her wrists while she struggled to get away. He was stronger than her, so Wyatt got a hold of her wrists and flipped them over.
Wyatt examined her newest cut, and worry ran all over his angular face.
"Lizybeth, we've talked about this. Ты shouldn't bodily harm yourself...What if something were to happen? I should be with you," he сказал(-а) this with a stern look.
"I know, but I didn't want to bother you."
"Why would Ты think Ты would be bothering me? I am here for you, Ты are the most important person in my life. And besides it's not like I'm dating anyone, или I'm busy."
"Yeah, but I know how annoying I am, and I felt like I was burdening you," Elizabeth had a sad look on her face while she сказал(-а) this.
"Honey, Ты know better than to think like that. Just don't cut yourself, if something happened to you, I would die."