Red Skies: Prologue
Meet Millanna
Prologue
In the late sixteenth, early seventeenth century, people believed in a lot of things, especially, vampires! Then later on, Dracula was created and everyone was running for their lives. But, let’s face it, Dracula was awesome! My name is Millanna Cross. You may think that I have a normal life, go to a normal school, and have normal friends. Yeah, sure you can believe that. Yes I go to a normal high school and act normal but, I have a secret, I am a vampire. Yes, I am your normal, (LOL) blood drinking vampire. But, I don’t stalk people and suck them dry! No, my coven doesn’t allow that. Yes I am in a vampire coven. We call ourselves Cross, hence the last name. The only reason why I’m in it is because of my safety. If you don’t like it, sue me!
1
I go to Burton High School in South Carolina. I’m a senior and I have three wonderful friends: Melissa, Karen, and Benny. Everyday Benny always used to tell me, "Milli, I don’t know why guys at school don’t notice you, you’re so pretty!" I don’t know why she keeps telling me this because she’ll get the same answer, "Benny, none of these guys are my type and they think I’m a freak," I’d say. "Plus, I don’t even have time for them, anyway!" I mean I am 5’6; I have dead pale skin, gray eyes, long black hair with maroon streaks and, red lips! Also, I always dress in the fashions that don’t come out until later on in the season! Besides, I think HUMAN boys are disgusting and nothing will EVER make me change my mind.
* * *
So now you know what I am and what I’m about, it’s time for you to know what I do. No I’m not in an after school program and no I don’t have an after school job (spare me). What I have to do is hunt this vampire named, Julian (who is UBER hot) and kill him. Why, you ask? Well, he’s been branding people after he feeds and making it harder for us to keep our secret. Julian is, 23 years old, about 6’3, lanky, has brownish blackish spiky hair, a (not that) deep voice, and blue and green eyes. Also, he’s deadly. So it’s MY job to catch him and kill him (what a shame).
2
So I was in my room, looking through a mirror, examining my latest scar on my jawline that Julian gave me, thinking how I’m go going to kill him the next time I see him, I hear a loud scrape at my window. I felt an ice cold breeze on the back of my neck. I know I closed that window earlier, I thought. I walked over to my window and saw that it was sealed shut. Confused, I heard ……….him! "This is why I don’t like windows," I turned around to find Julian breathing down my back. "anyone could sneak through." "What are you doing here?" I asked violently. He tilted his head and looked at me. "Nice scar." he said mockingly. "Shut up!" I growled (yes, I growl). "Is that supposed to scare me?" he taunted. Such a jock, I thought. Then Julian asked me something that started it all, "I need your help."
3
I could not believe my ears. "Excuse me," I said, amazed. "I couldn’t hear you, can you repeat that?" "You heard what I said." Julian said. "What a joke" I said under my breath. He must’ve heard me because he was about to storm out of there. I know he’s evil but, it just felt like the right thing to do (what would you do if a REALLY hot guy ask for your help, turn him down? I think not). "Wait." I said grabbing his arm, trying to keep him from leaving. "I’ll help you," I said sitting down. "just tell me what’s wrong." He sighed. "Fine." he replied. He sat down and started talking. "People are trying to kill me." he declared. "Umm," I was totally confused. "haven’t we established this already?" "Not you, idiot, something else." he remarked. "Do you want my help or not?" I questioned. That "idiot" thing hurt me. "Whatever." he continued. "One night on my way home-’’ I had cut in. "What were you doing?" "That is none of your business." he said back. I kept my mouth shut. Julian continued. "Like I was saying, I was on my way home when I heard something." "I followed it into the woods and when I went in there I saw something I shouldn’t have seen."
In the late sixteenth, early seventeenth century, people believed in a lot of things, especially, vampires! Then later on, Dracula was created and everyone was running for their lives. But, let’s face it, Dracula was awesome! My name is Millanna Cross. You may think that I have a normal life, go to a normal school, and have normal friends. Yeah, sure you can believe that. Yes I go to a normal high school and act normal but, I have a secret, I am a vampire. Yes, I am your normal, (LOL) blood drinking vampire. But, I don’t stalk people and suck them dry! No, my coven doesn’t allow that. Yes I am in a vampire coven. We call ourselves Cross, hence the last name. The only reason why I’m in it is because of my safety. If you don’t like it, sue me!
1
I go to Burton High School in South Carolina. I’m a senior and I have three wonderful friends: Melissa, Karen, and Benny. Everyday Benny always used to tell me, "Milli, I don’t know why guys at school don’t notice you, you’re so pretty!" I don’t know why she keeps telling me this because she’ll get the same answer, "Benny, none of these guys are my type and they think I’m a freak," I’d say. "Plus, I don’t even have time for them, anyway!" I mean I am 5’6; I have dead pale skin, gray eyes, long black hair with maroon streaks and, red lips! Also, I always dress in the fashions that don’t come out until later on in the season! Besides, I think HUMAN boys are disgusting and nothing will EVER make me change my mind.
* * *
So now you know what I am and what I’m about, it’s time for you to know what I do. No I’m not in an after school program and no I don’t have an after school job (spare me). What I have to do is hunt this vampire named, Julian (who is UBER hot) and kill him. Why, you ask? Well, he’s been branding people after he feeds and making it harder for us to keep our secret. Julian is, 23 years old, about 6’3, lanky, has brownish blackish spiky hair, a (not that) deep voice, and blue and green eyes. Also, he’s deadly. So it’s MY job to catch him and kill him (what a shame).
2
So I was in my room, looking through a mirror, examining my latest scar on my jawline that Julian gave me, thinking how I’m go going to kill him the next time I see him, I hear a loud scrape at my window. I felt an ice cold breeze on the back of my neck. I know I closed that window earlier, I thought. I walked over to my window and saw that it was sealed shut. Confused, I heard ……….him! "This is why I don’t like windows," I turned around to find Julian breathing down my back. "anyone could sneak through." "What are you doing here?" I asked violently. He tilted his head and looked at me. "Nice scar." he said mockingly. "Shut up!" I growled (yes, I growl). "Is that supposed to scare me?" he taunted. Such a jock, I thought. Then Julian asked me something that started it all, "I need your help."
3
I could not believe my ears. "Excuse me," I said, amazed. "I couldn’t hear you, can you repeat that?" "You heard what I said." Julian said. "What a joke" I said under my breath. He must’ve heard me because he was about to storm out of there. I know he’s evil but, it just felt like the right thing to do (what would you do if a REALLY hot guy ask for your help, turn him down? I think not). "Wait." I said grabbing his arm, trying to keep him from leaving. "I’ll help you," I said sitting down. "just tell me what’s wrong." He sighed. "Fine." he replied. He sat down and started talking. "People are trying to kill me." he declared. "Umm," I was totally confused. "haven’t we established this already?" "Not you, idiot, something else." he remarked. "Do you want my help or not?" I questioned. That "idiot" thing hurt me. "Whatever." he continued. "One night on my way home-’’ I had cut in. "What were you doing?" "That is none of your business." he said back. I kept my mouth shut. Julian continued. "Like I was saying, I was on my way home when I heard something." "I followed it into the woods and when I went in there I saw something I shouldn’t have seen."
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