The Creatori 2
By the author of Decisions What’s going on? Callie’s just turned 16. But things are weird. On her way home she finds out that two of the neighbor's sheep have gone missing. No big deal right? But then she finds them outside her house, dead. Then upstairs in her bedroom, there’s a beautiful man sitting on her bed. Callie’s life is turned upside down as she finds out she is part of a species known as Creatori.
Francessca grumbled to herself as she pushed through branches and leaves. She hated the forest, she hated leaves and she hated bugs, which there were plenty of. If she never saw a tree again she’d be a very happy teenager. She stopped, smacked at a mosquito on her cheek, and carried on. She could just see the back of Jamey’s black vest; he was so far in front of her. She wanted to call out for him to wait, but her salivary glands were all dried up. She couldn’t even open her mouth. It was so hot! She was pushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her arm across her forehead every second. All of a sudden her legs buckled underneath her and she pitched forward. As she slipped into a welcoming and cool darkness she heard Jamey shouting her name.
Excerpt from Callie’s notebook 37, year 2008 (aged 15)
Callie had changed in two years. Or rather, she’d grown up. Her life no longer rotated around twilight, writing romances and silly memorabilia. She still wrote her stories, but they weren’t in notebooks anymore, and they weren’t hidden away. She used her laptop now, and she published them online, in the school newspaper and even entered them into competitions. She wrote, maybe one every week, at a stretch. She’d been out with Rhys last year, and she’d been majorly disappointed. He was vain, inattentive, a ridiculous flirt and quite dumb. She dumped him after a month.
Mikaela scratched her on the arm and then apologized. Sounding anything but sorry. Callie rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window. She liked living in the country. It was quiet, not polluted, and very very beautiful. She liked to sit in the field behind their house and watch the sun go down. Sometimes she’d bring her laptop out there and write. Being surrounded by the sounds of the night was an amazing thing, and it helped her concentrate a lot.
Gina pulled up outside Oxfam half an hour later. There were few shops in our Village; I always order my clothes online. I helped Gina carry the bags inside and then she said she wanted to get some shopping. Mikaela said she was going to the little nail shop and getting her Infill done. I didn’t want to go with either so I told Gina I’d catch a bus back home. She nodded absent-mindly, probably thinking about what she needed to buy. I walked to the bus stop, and sat down on the bench. There were so many things I needed to do. I was going into sixth-form in four weeks, there were tests and things I needed to do. Angelica was coming over later so we could do them together.
The bus pulled in five minutes later and I got on, paid the driver and sat down at the back. I remembered the story I read earlier and smiled. I was really good at fourteen, but all I was focused on was romance and vampires. Basically the whole story was romance with vampires. I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes. It would take the bus ages to crawl up the hills and rock roads. Someone was shaking my shoulder. I jumped awake and saw the fat, ugly driver peering down at me.
"Your stop love" he said and then waddled back down the aisle. I looked out he window and realised he was right. I thanked him as I stepped off and stared the two minute walk to the house. I passed a farm on the way, and I smiled at the gorgeous horses. Then I heard loud voices at the door of Farmer McGill house. I stopped to eavesdrop.
"…three sheep gone! They just disappeared!" Farmer McGill was shouting at someone.
"John calm down! We’ll find out who did this" Sheriff Oxy replied in his gruff voice.
"You’d bloody better! I can’t have my animals going missing!" John shouted back.
Callie shrugged and started walking again. Who the hell was stealing sheep? She gave it a brief thought and then pushed it away. It wasn’t exactly interesting. She turned a corner and there was the house. It was big and red. It looked like a barn on the outside, but inside it had two stories and was basically a normal house. Callie slept in the attic room and she loved it. It was roomy and cute and it suited her personality perfectly. As a younger girl she’d thought it completed the author image. She used to sit in her attic room, with Gina’s glasses sliding off her nose, an unlit cigarette in her left hand and scribbling away with her right. That was until Gina had caught her, and forbade her from ever touching cigarettes (which were Mikaela’s) and her glasses again.
Callie pulled her key out and was just about to open the door when she heard a faint ‘baa’ at the side of her house. Curious, she put the key back in her picket and walked towards the sound. She stopped four feet behind a being. It was a man; she could see that by his short hair. And he was crouched over something…She kicked a stone and as it rolled the man’s head snapped up and fixed on her face. And Callie screamed. Because the man was crouched over a sheep, and the sheep’s coat was stained with red. There was another sheep beside it, dead and drained with a broken neck. The man stood up and she realized she had stopped screaming and was staring at him in awe and horror.
Because the man was beautiful.
He was tall and slim, but he had muscles. She could see his eight-pack through the thin black shirt he had on and the flexed biceps were impressive. He had short, shaggy black hair, big gold eyes, sharp cheekbones and tanned skin.
With a jolt, she realized he was a Vampire. And more specifically; the vampire from her story. And then she started screaming again, because vampires weren’t supposed to exist! He was just standing there and staring at her, curiosity in his eyes. Callie turned and ran. She pulled the key out of her pocket, unlocked the door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She slammed her door closed and leaned her forehead on it, panting.
"You really should run faster" someone said behind her. She jumped and screamed. Turning round she saw him sitting on her bed, watching her. In panic she picked up a vase from her desk and held out in defense.
"Don’t come near me!" she cried. He chuckled and in a second was in front of her.
"What are you gonna do about it?" he cocked an eyebrow. She raised the vase above her head and brought it down, onto thin air. He was next to her, his mouth to her ear.
"Boo!" he whispered. Callie screamed and backed away from him quickly, her knees banged into her bed frame and she fell backwards onto it.
Then he was over her, looking down at her face.
"So beautiful" he murmured and lifted a hand. Callie flinched, but all he did was brush his cold hand along her jaw bone. She was frozen, part in shock and part in awe again. She was staring into his mesmerizing eyes and she felt she couldn’t look away. He lowered his head and Callie shoved against his chest. She wasn’t any Vampire’s snack. He rolled his eyes, her weak attempt at strength hadn’t moved him an inch, but he got up anyway. Callie sat up and tried to control her breathing.
"Get. Out." She whispered. The vampire folded his arms.
"No" She glared at him.
"Get out of my house, leech" she said again. He flinched and clenched his jaw.
"No. You made me so you have to put up with me". Callie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. He had a point.
"Fine. But don’t come near me, or talk to me. You’re giving me the creeps" she muttered.
"Oh, so when you believe I’m not real I have to be the one to rescue you but when I am real you want to ignore me?! No, not gonna happen love" he retorted. Callie rolled her eyes.
"Whatever"
"I’m Maximillian" he offered.
"I know who you are. I christened you" she snapped. He huffed and folded his arms again.
"How. How are you here?" she asked him. Max shrugged.
"I don’t have a clue. All I know is that one minute I was slaying a werewolf in a forest and then I was on the floor in here" he answered. Callie nodded slowly.
"You know you’re much more beautiful now than when you were fourteen" he murmured. She looked up and blushed.
"Thanks"
"You’re welcome"
Callie felt herself give in, and with a sigh she patted the bed.
"You can sit down if you want" she said. Max sat down next to her.
As Max started reeling off compliments, Callie thought about the consequences of what had happened. A lot of farm animals were gonna go missing. Then she had a thought; if Max came from the story she wrote, then that must mean other things in the story would come true as well. A sense of dread washed over her and she groaned and fell forward, her forehead banging onto her knees. Because she remembered a very detailed scene in her story. And if it came true…
Excerpt from Callie’s notebook 37, year 2008 (aged 15)
Callie had changed in two years. Or rather, she’d grown up. Her life no longer rotated around twilight, writing romances and silly memorabilia. She still wrote her stories, but they weren’t in notebooks anymore, and they weren’t hidden away. She used her laptop now, and she published them online, in the school newspaper and even entered them into competitions. She wrote, maybe one every week, at a stretch. She’d been out with Rhys last year, and she’d been majorly disappointed. He was vain, inattentive, a ridiculous flirt and quite dumb. She dumped him after a month.
Mikaela scratched her on the arm and then apologized. Sounding anything but sorry. Callie rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window. She liked living in the country. It was quiet, not polluted, and very very beautiful. She liked to sit in the field behind their house and watch the sun go down. Sometimes she’d bring her laptop out there and write. Being surrounded by the sounds of the night was an amazing thing, and it helped her concentrate a lot.
Gina pulled up outside Oxfam half an hour later. There were few shops in our Village; I always order my clothes online. I helped Gina carry the bags inside and then she said she wanted to get some shopping. Mikaela said she was going to the little nail shop and getting her Infill done. I didn’t want to go with either so I told Gina I’d catch a bus back home. She nodded absent-mindly, probably thinking about what she needed to buy. I walked to the bus stop, and sat down on the bench. There were so many things I needed to do. I was going into sixth-form in four weeks, there were tests and things I needed to do. Angelica was coming over later so we could do them together.
The bus pulled in five minutes later and I got on, paid the driver and sat down at the back. I remembered the story I read earlier and smiled. I was really good at fourteen, but all I was focused on was romance and vampires. Basically the whole story was romance with vampires. I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes. It would take the bus ages to crawl up the hills and rock roads. Someone was shaking my shoulder. I jumped awake and saw the fat, ugly driver peering down at me.
"Your stop love" he said and then waddled back down the aisle. I looked out he window and realised he was right. I thanked him as I stepped off and stared the two minute walk to the house. I passed a farm on the way, and I smiled at the gorgeous horses. Then I heard loud voices at the door of Farmer McGill house. I stopped to eavesdrop.
"…three sheep gone! They just disappeared!" Farmer McGill was shouting at someone.
"John calm down! We’ll find out who did this" Sheriff Oxy replied in his gruff voice.
"You’d bloody better! I can’t have my animals going missing!" John shouted back.
Callie shrugged and started walking again. Who the hell was stealing sheep? She gave it a brief thought and then pushed it away. It wasn’t exactly interesting. She turned a corner and there was the house. It was big and red. It looked like a barn on the outside, but inside it had two stories and was basically a normal house. Callie slept in the attic room and she loved it. It was roomy and cute and it suited her personality perfectly. As a younger girl she’d thought it completed the author image. She used to sit in her attic room, with Gina’s glasses sliding off her nose, an unlit cigarette in her left hand and scribbling away with her right. That was until Gina had caught her, and forbade her from ever touching cigarettes (which were Mikaela’s) and her glasses again.
Callie pulled her key out and was just about to open the door when she heard a faint ‘baa’ at the side of her house. Curious, she put the key back in her picket and walked towards the sound. She stopped four feet behind a being. It was a man; she could see that by his short hair. And he was crouched over something…She kicked a stone and as it rolled the man’s head snapped up and fixed on her face. And Callie screamed. Because the man was crouched over a sheep, and the sheep’s coat was stained with red. There was another sheep beside it, dead and drained with a broken neck. The man stood up and she realized she had stopped screaming and was staring at him in awe and horror.
Because the man was beautiful.
He was tall and slim, but he had muscles. She could see his eight-pack through the thin black shirt he had on and the flexed biceps were impressive. He had short, shaggy black hair, big gold eyes, sharp cheekbones and tanned skin.
With a jolt, she realized he was a Vampire. And more specifically; the vampire from her story. And then she started screaming again, because vampires weren’t supposed to exist! He was just standing there and staring at her, curiosity in his eyes. Callie turned and ran. She pulled the key out of her pocket, unlocked the door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She slammed her door closed and leaned her forehead on it, panting.
"You really should run faster" someone said behind her. She jumped and screamed. Turning round she saw him sitting on her bed, watching her. In panic she picked up a vase from her desk and held out in defense.
"Don’t come near me!" she cried. He chuckled and in a second was in front of her.
"What are you gonna do about it?" he cocked an eyebrow. She raised the vase above her head and brought it down, onto thin air. He was next to her, his mouth to her ear.
"Boo!" he whispered. Callie screamed and backed away from him quickly, her knees banged into her bed frame and she fell backwards onto it.
Then he was over her, looking down at her face.
"So beautiful" he murmured and lifted a hand. Callie flinched, but all he did was brush his cold hand along her jaw bone. She was frozen, part in shock and part in awe again. She was staring into his mesmerizing eyes and she felt she couldn’t look away. He lowered his head and Callie shoved against his chest. She wasn’t any Vampire’s snack. He rolled his eyes, her weak attempt at strength hadn’t moved him an inch, but he got up anyway. Callie sat up and tried to control her breathing.
"Get. Out." She whispered. The vampire folded his arms.
"No" She glared at him.
"Get out of my house, leech" she said again. He flinched and clenched his jaw.
"No. You made me so you have to put up with me". Callie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. He had a point.
"Fine. But don’t come near me, or talk to me. You’re giving me the creeps" she muttered.
"Oh, so when you believe I’m not real I have to be the one to rescue you but when I am real you want to ignore me?! No, not gonna happen love" he retorted. Callie rolled her eyes.
"Whatever"
"I’m Maximillian" he offered.
"I know who you are. I christened you" she snapped. He huffed and folded his arms again.
"How. How are you here?" she asked him. Max shrugged.
"I don’t have a clue. All I know is that one minute I was slaying a werewolf in a forest and then I was on the floor in here" he answered. Callie nodded slowly.
"You know you’re much more beautiful now than when you were fourteen" he murmured. She looked up and blushed.
"Thanks"
"You’re welcome"
Callie felt herself give in, and with a sigh she patted the bed.
"You can sit down if you want" she said. Max sat down next to her.
As Max started reeling off compliments, Callie thought about the consequences of what had happened. A lot of farm animals were gonna go missing. Then she had a thought; if Max came from the story she wrote, then that must mean other things in the story would come true as well. A sense of dread washed over her and she groaned and fell forward, her forehead banging onto her knees. Because she remembered a very detailed scene in her story. And if it came true…
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