The Kiss of a Vampire: A PhobosxWill story

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The Kiss of a Vampire

Chapter 1

Meridian.

It was also called city of darkness; the city of broken hearts, minds and souls, and the home of death. Though, these were recent titles, for the city was grand…once upon a time. Now the realm was dying, and the source was one man, but it was a mistake to assume he was human.

The town, made up of buildings from what seemed to be from a medieval fairytale, was covered in darkness, and was silent. People were reaching the realm of sleep, or were attempting to. But this would not last long. Within the outskirts of the town, loomed the castle, sinister in its beauty, and demanding respect. But suddenly, like a crack of lightning, a sharp noise came from the castle itself.

The noise was a scream, and judging by the pitch, it was female, and it was dying. The townspeople were somewhat used to this, but to the people within the castle, it was far more frightening, and the cause of this woman’s death was so more sinister that the townspeople could only imagine in nightmares.

The servants within the castle halls cowered; it was another night again. Which poor woman died this time? The sound, before it completely withered away, told the servants she was young, and probably had no knowledge of what was inevitable. They inclined their heads briefly in silent prayer, wishing the tormented soul an easy passing to the next life, for her death wasn’t pleasant.

The fading scream’s origin was a room with two, heavy doors; the aura upon them was of pure evil, strong enough to make even the strongest soul cower. Past these doors was a very large room. The windows were of lilac stained glass, which faintly glowed with an unknown light source.

The pillars within the room were woven with thorny vines bedecked with roses of the deepest shade of black with dark grape highlights; beautiful to gaze upon, but if someone attempted to pick one, they would be in agony. A pathway led to the dais of the throne, but the throne was unoccupied. The man who claimed the throne was standing in the path, and he held the woman who was screaming.

With his platinum floor length hair with two braids cascading down near the sides of his face; pale, but flawless skin that seemed to glow; a trim build hidden by flowing, shade black robes with blood colored epaulets upon them; chiseled features that resembled carved stone by an adept hand, and eyes of slate that glowed within the darkness of the room, this man was beyond beautiful.

His mouth was latched firmly upon the woman’s neck, and she was deathly pale. Her aura was gone, as if her energy and life force were completely drained. As he released her neck from his mouth, her body slumped to the floor, her skin pale from blood loss, and her eyes glassy from death. Two puncture wounds rested in where his mouth was; the obvious sign of what he was.

The man smiled as her aura’s energy, and her blood flowed through him. His lips were lightly smeared in crimson, and he licked them clean, savoring the taste. The guards, knowing the protocol, picked up the dead woman, and took her out of the throne room. The man’s name was Phobos; his title wrongly Prince of Meridian, for he was the epitome of death for all.

It was no surprise, giving his nature. He knew he was a creature that everyone feared. He knew his type was considered monstrous. But he didn’t care. And, he was a special kind to his breed. He could live on anything. He didn’t have to drink blood, for he preferred aura energy. It gave him his victim’s power. However, if the occasion called, he would not hesitate.

Suddenly, the smile faded from his face as he saw a fleck of blood upon his finger. He felt a thought escape into his mind, weaving ever so lightly into his thoughts.

Red…Like her hair…

He growled; he didn’t want to be reminded of her. Not now, at least. His thoughts had different plans, and he sighed as he realized he had no choice but to give in. He let his mind wander to her, and soon images of a young woman with hair of freshly shed blood, and eyes of a prized buck hide began to ease through. Her eyes were always what haunted him, for they glowed with a pure light of their own.

His first sighting of this girl was from the scrying sands. She, like many other things that he longed for, resided on Earth, but she was far from the city called Heatherfield. The city her and her mother called home, according to Lord Cedric, was called Fadden Hills. Phobos had some contact with her, though it was weak, via her dreams, and though he had weak influence on them, it soon wasn’t enough after a week. Several more followed, and he found himself craving her, and not just for her energy, or blood.

“I must have her…” he growled as the memories ceased.

Slightly chagrined at no solution to his current problem, he turned back to the throne itself. But as he walked up the steps of the dais, his senses picked up on…laughter. His eyes widened as he recognized the voice.

“It’s her!” he gasped.

Lightly regaining composure, he picked up the location. His eyes widened further as he realized she was close; very close. With gleeful anticipation, he said as a smile pulled upon his lips, baring his small but lethal fangs,

“She’s finally within range.”

Grabbing the scrying sands, he scattered them before him with a wave of his hand. After he channeled his energy into them, it showed the city Heatherfield at night; an enthralling setting for him. He followed the source of what he perceived, his eyes searching for her. His gaze wandered to an apartment building, and a red contraption parked in front of it. He saw a woman with medium length black hair walk away from the car. And then, he saw her.

Her blood red hair was free from her gray jacket’s hood, which covered her orange shirt. Her jeans were loose at the shin, and her sneakers were partially covered by the ankle of the jeans. But when he gazed at her face, her eyes, as always drew him in with their innocent light. He smiled; she was here at last.

“After so long, I’ll finally be able to claim her as mine…” he said with a toothy grin.

He let his mind take a part of him to her location. His eyes closed as he focused, and sent himself to Earth.

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heres chapter 2!

“Will! Come get the last box! It’s about to rain!” her mother called out.

The red head, apparently called Will, dashed out the doorway. She slowed as she neared her mother, who was carrying a rather heavy box of books, a smile upon her face that masked her inner turmoil.

Will had wanted to move, but for more reasons her mother did. Sure, her father was giving them hell, but it could barely amount to the way her friends had begun to treat her. They all had begun to grow distant, and this had rendered Will heartsick. But the most prominent thing that was hard to forget was those dreams. She couldn’t remember what specifically happened in these dreams, but the after effects were hard not to remember.

She inwardly sighed; what was done was exactly that; done! But deep in her thoughts, she prayed Heatherfield wouldn’t be a repeat of the past. She exited her thoughts, and walked to the trunk of the car.

As she grabbed the last box, she suddenly froze. The hair on the back of her neck stood, and her body tensed to levels filled with fear. She heard a soft voice, almost a whisper, call out,

Will…Will…

She retained some composure, but her intrigue hit her hard. She was dead certain she heard this voice before…but where? As she tried to figure it out, her thoughts were tempted away from such matters, and became entangled in a foreign web that gently wrapped itself tighter around her. A presence warmed itself within her mind, and rooted itself there. Nervous, Will called out within her hazed thoughts,

Who’s there?

The sound of a chuckle answered. She could tell the source was male, but not being able to see them made her nervous still. As she stoically picked up the box, his voice cooed in a reassuring tone as her panic rose again,

Shhh…there’s no need for alarm… he added silkily, I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time…

Will, shocked by the revelation, whispered back mentally,

Really?

Really… he said smoothly.

Will felt her thoughts relax, and soon her body did the same as she headed for the door of the apartment. A warmth filled her mind; a warmth that slowly eased her resilient panic into the nothingness in her thoughts. But as she neared the stoop to the apartment, something occurred so out of the blue, she wasn’t expecting it.

She felt someone nuzzle the back of her neck, and she felt them rest there. Also, she could feel warm breath dancing lightly upon her skin. His voice came back, and the feeling of arms wrapping themselves around her accompanied his simple statement that echoed within her ears and thoughts.

“Surprise…”

Will’s eyes widened, but before she could question this, her mother’s voice broke the spell. She looked at Will from the open window of their apartment, and called out in a loud voice,

“Will, get inside! It’s raining cats and dogs!!”

Will gasped as she finally felt the rain; when did that start? Looking down at the box, she realized she was carrying clothes. She practically ran through the door, and shut it as she headed up the stairs. Her thoughts were still swimming, but she barely awakened them again as she opened the apartment door. Her mother, Susan Vandom, stood near the window as she asked Will with some bemusement,

“What the heck happened to you out there?” She stated with concern, “You went all spacey on me!”

“Nothing! Uh… nothing to be worried about!” Will replied, masking her nerves.

She placed her box down, and smiled at her mom as she walked to her room. Opening the door, she smiled as she looked at her new room; it was a tad bit bigger than her previous room, but it was still cozy. She walked in, and lightly closed the door. She saw that the movers had brought in her bed, bureau, and her floor length antique mirror, and smiled; maybe Heatherfield wouldn’t be so bad.

But suddenly, her thoughts and body were being wrapped in the warmth from before, and the border line intoxicating smell of roses filled her nostrils. She weakly growled in simmering frustration; what was wrong with her!?! This very thing that was taking over her thoughts was what put the final nail in the coffin of her friendships; why was it doing this!?

As her thoughts began to be led away from that into the dark, seductive corners of her mind, the rose scent entwined itself further into her senses. She sighed with light resignation; there was no winning this, was there? Suddenly, a light chuckle sounded in her ears, and his voice whispered,

“I’m afraid there is no winning with me…”

With a startled gasp, Will turned to see the most unearthly man she had ever seen in her life. Yet, his glowing eyes, once they met with hers, brought a feeling of familiarity to her. It was like she knew him; from where though, was becoming hard to figure out. She finally summed the courage to whisper weakly,

“I-I’ve seen you before!”

Phobos inwardly smiled; yes, she did remember her dreams. A small, warm smile played upon his lips, and he whispered with a feigned shock that reflected in his eyes as well as his voice,

“Really?”

“Yeah!! I’ve seen you in dreams!” Will said back softly.

She finally felt relief at the answer of where she had seen this man before. It brought some comfort, at least. Phobos’ smile deepened at her words, and he advanced towards her, his feet not even sounding upon the floor. He said with a reassuring tone as he watched Will try to move back,

“Shhhh… I don’t bite…”

His hand brushed her cheek in an affectionate manner, and Will lightly blushed, but the silent shock of how cold his hand was silently sparked itself in her eyes. His smile warmed even further, drawing Will in deeper into his web. He whispered as his hand cupped her cheek,

“You’re as soft as silk…”

His senses began to drive him insane; the feel of her skin reminded him of clean, silken bed sheets, and he enjoyed every second of her feel. He noted her rose blush, and smiled. He strode a little bit closer, and whispered as he began to move in on her,

“I like that…”

However, before he could lure her senses further into intoxication, and before he could catch her scent, her mother’s voice sounded in the air. Will was slightly freed from his spell as her mother said through the door,

“Will, get your butt in bed! You have school tomorrow!!”

“Mother’s word is law, dear. You better oblige…” Phobos said with a sly smirk.

Will nodded her head, and after turning off her bed room light, she crawled under her bed sheets. Phobos smiled as the darkness cloaked the room, and the rain outside caused a serene atmosphere. The darkness was so much easier on his eyes, and the sound of the rain eased into his ears like a lullaby. But, a dark smile crept upon his face; he knew her name at last. He whispered as he silently returned to the throne room within the shadows,

“This is just the beginning, my sweet Wilhelmina…”

And with that, the shadows swallowed him, and he was gone.

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Heres three!

The rain pounded relentlessly all night, and finally gave way in the early hours of the morning. Though the sun wasn’t up, the morning dew still sparkled, and the thunder clouds gently went away. The now clear sky was lightly painted with reds, gold, and purples as the sun gracefully took its time rising.

Throughout the city, people were either cradled in the arms of dreams, or were riding the harsh reality called life. Within the Vandom residence, Susan was already up, preparing for her day. But as she grabbed her mug of hot coffee, she was surprised to feel an inexplicable chill run across her skin. She shrugged, and blamed it on a draft; old apartments were like that.

But within Will’s room, it was frightfully cold, to the point where she was snuggled, almost tangled, deeply under her blanket. Silent, almost thought like whispers filled her room, and choked the atmosphere with their melodious sound. Will lightly tossed as a dream began to seductively twist into her mind; a dream that refused to release her.

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“Wilhelmina…” his voice purred out.

Will looked around in the dark room that was enshrouded with a dark fog. She could feel grass on her feet, but she could barely see. The fog was like a thick, humid blindfold that she couldn’t remove. She went to step forward, but her feet refused to move; as if they themselves were hesitant to venture.

Suddenly, she gasped as two hands gripped her from behind; one hand covered her eyes, making her vision go black, while the other gripped her waist. She blushed as she felt her back touch his chest and her body being led closer to his made it darken from a light pink to a hot pink. His voice whispered into her ear with a smooth, rich flow,

“Surprise…”

Will gasped lightly again. He returned, but why? She mentally realized the answer wasn’t going to come in the midst of this situation, and she inwardly sighed. She suddenly felt a hand gingerly trail itself down her neck, causing her to come back to her current predicament. He noted with a soft tone that sent shivers down her spine,

“Soft as silk…” he added as she began to relax under his voice and touch, “My silk blossom…”

She blushed at his pet name for her, and he smirked. He lowered his head to her neck, trying to catch her scent. His nose rested there, his smirk never fading as he sensed her deeper, unconscious self relish his voice’s sound and his skin’s feel. He whispered in regards to his nickname for her as he gently caressed her collarbone, relishing her skin’s silken qualities,

“It’s a fitting name for you…”

He couldn’t catch her scent, much to his distaste, but he could settle for another alternative. His tongue glided across her skin, and his senses were bombarded with the taste of cherries and chocolate. He smirked with delight, but before she could question, or he could make another move, a bright light shone from Will, creating a blinding barrier. Lightly hissing in pain, he retreated to the shadows, and Will heard someone scream out,

“WILL!!!”

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Will bolted upright at the sound of the scream, only to hear it repeat itself in the real world, in the form of her mother’s voice. She lightly panted as her breath slowly came back to her, as if she had stopped breathing in sleep.

“Will!! Are you up yet?!”

“Y-Yeah, ma! I’m up!” Will answered shakily.

She heard silence greet her in return, and she felt somewhat nervous, but it wasn’t in regards to her mother’s awkward silence. It was, in fact, about her previous dream. She hadn’t anticipated that happening again. She had thought it was done. As she got up, she asked herself in a muttering voice,

“What the hell was that about?!”

She looked at her clock, saw the time, and groaned with dismay; it was way too early for this, really it was! She cringed as she realized crawling back into bed wasn’t going to solve this, and sighed. She walked into the hallway, and rummaged through a box full of towels. She grabbed one, and headed to the bathroom.

But as she showered, she wasn’t aware that her mind wasn’t the only one tormented by bad dreams.

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The elderly Oriental woman stood in the dark, gazing at the five alternate presences that had filled the void. Four girls were in the form of the elements water, fire, earth, and air, but the fifth woman was in the form of pink, lightning like energy, and she stood within the circle of the ancient forces of nature. The woman gasped as she felt the fifth’s power.

“The Heart…” She whispered.

But suddenly, rose vines emerged from the ground, and begin to circle tightly around the fifth. The woman knew these roses, and her eyes widened in fear as she helplessly watched the scene unfold. The vines wrapped around the fifth tightly, and much to her horror, began to drag the Heart down into the darkness. But strangely, it didn’t resist; it seemingly greeted it with enthusiasm. The woman felt fearful; the Heart was being corrupted.

“NO!!” She screamed.

She finally broke free of the fear induced paralysis that had overcome her, and ran to the Heart, now only waist high in the darkness. But, as she reached for the girl, a shadow in the form of a man she knew from deep nightmares past appeared behind the Heart.

“Phobos…” She whispered in horror.

The shadow gripped the girl, leaned over her, and suddenly bit her upon the neck. The Oriental woman heard something akin to a light cry from the Heart, and it and Phobos disappeared in the shadows. The elements withered, and faded away, and a thousand voices rang out in screams of anguish. The woman felt herself fall as she screamed out into the darkness,

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

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Her eyes opened hastily, and she bolted upright. She gripped the sheets tightly, the fear still rampant in her body, and mind. The old woman clutched her head in pain as she felt conflicting relief strike her as well. Now swimming with contradicting emotions, her head began to throb. She had to wonder though about this dream’s message, for this wasn’t the first time it happened. Its clarity, this time anyway, was what had her worried.

The last time she had this dream, she couldn’t identify who was corrupting the Heart. Now, she could clearly see who it was, and it had her terrified. She knew what he was, and that’s what frightened her the most.

Why would he target the Heart of Candracar now? She wondered with concern.

She got up from her bed, and wandered to her armoire. She picked up on the Heart’s energy, which had spiked considerably. Her eyes widened; it couldn’t be. She hastily opened it, and grabbed the small box hidden inside. Opening the box, she gasped as the Heart’s light screamed out from its dark prison. The Heart appeared to be a small crystal pendant, but looks, as proven here, could be deceiving. The Heart throbbed once again, sending magenta light into the somewhat dark room.

“It’s time…” She whispered.

Suddenly, as she began to slowly pull the Heart out of the box, a loud sneeze suddenly echoed in the next room. The old woman, clearly startled, hastily returned the Heart and the box back to the armoire. She looked at the next room, and her eyes widened.

The room belonged to her fifteen year old granddaughter, and though it was always a mess, this time it appeared that a great wind storm had struck it. Her granddaughter stood there, a flabbergasted expression upon her face. She looked at her grandmother, and it melted away into a shining smile. The elderly woman couldn’t help but ask,

“Hay Lin, what happened in here?”

“I sneezed, and everything went up into the air!” Hay Lin said with a fading smile.

Hay Lin had been experiencing some things that she had been trying to hide from her family, but it was becoming harder each day. Today was just her luck, and it hadn’t even started yet! Well, now she faced her grandmother Yan Lin calling her a crazy, so she got herself ready for the derogatory comments that only a parent could give.

But something else was running in Yan Lin’s mind. She was trying to figure out what caused Hay Lin’s sneeze to get that much stronger, when the obvious answer was in the box she had recently hid in her armoire. Her eyes widened; Hay Lin was the Air Guardian…

“Hay Lin, why don’t you invite some friends over? Like say…Cornelia, and Irma! And maybe your new friend from school, Taranee!” She found herself suggesting.

Hay Lin, once she recovered form the shock factor, felt her smile rekindle. Her grandmother didn’t even say ‘You’re nuts!’ to her! And besides, she hadn’t had Taranee over before, and she could use some company! But another person came into her thoughts, and though she barely knew her, she decided it would be a good idea.

“I’ll invite the new girl Will, too! I think she’s going to be in school today!” Hay Lin chirped happily.

Yan Lin smiled as Hay Lin grabbed her things, and headed out the door. But as soon as Hay Lin was gone from the halls and her taking her leave was signaled by the slamming of the door, Yan Lin whispered with a small knowing frown,

“It begins at last…”

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Will had long since been out of the shower, and was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, a pink, loose shirt, her black sneakers, and her usual gray jacket. It wasn’t anything too attractive, for Will didn’t like drawing unwanted attention to herself. She was now out walking the streets, completely lost, and clueless.

“I’m so dead; how could I forget the way to Sheffield!?” she demanded rhetorically.

She kept walking until she came across a blonde girl up ahead. Judging by her clothes, she was sophisticated, but putting that aside, she may know the way to Sheffield! She ran towards her, and shouted as she seemingly began to lose her,

“Hey!!!!”

The girl stopped, and turned, giving Will a slightly cold stare from blue eyes. Will smiled nervously, and weakly recovered her wits. She asked shyly, trying to ignore the other girl’s questioning look,

“Uh…Could you tell me how to get to Sheffield?”

“It’s down this corner to the right!” the girl said calmly.

Will felt her heart beat joyously, and whispered a ‘Thank you!’ as she rushed off. The blonde watched her run up ahead, and said with an exasperated sigh,

“Newbies…”

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As everyone sat down for class, the announcements, after everyone was in, came on. Through the sleepy eyes crowds in the class rooms, the announcements were like a second alarm clock. They were not the most favorite thing to be heard first thing in the morning, and they were both equally very annoying.

Good morning, Sheffield Institute from your principal, Mrs. Knickerbocker! Now, as you all know, today is the official science fair! All throughout today starting at 9:30, students will show the judges and I their much anticipated projects! I look forward to see the fantastic from all of you! The speakers sounded as they relayed the message.

And the response was a serenade of a thousand voices groaning. Some looked at the clock, and the groans grew more exasperated; it was 8: 45. Not a great amount of time to prepare. Some students sighed, while others hastily got their projects ready.

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9: 30 had already whizzed by, and the day had proved to be long and grueling (or was it gruesome?). Kids had their projects analyzed every which a way, and the judges would either nod approvingly, or critique it to the high heavens.

Either way, life was a drag.

“Cornelia! How’d your project go?”

The one called Cornelia lightly glared at Hay Lin and a girl with brunette hair, bottle greenish blue eyes, tan in color, was of curvy build, and dressed a little less cutting edge than Cornelia, sighed. She said with a goofy tone, much to Cornelia’s chagrin,

“I say it’s an epic fail! The plant is still registering life!”

“Shut up, Irma!” Cornelia snapped.

The other girl, whose skin was the color of dark coffee, her short hair a dark black with a lock covered in beads, her eyes were almost a light umber, was dressed in a pair of khakis, and an orange shirt, watched for the judges as instructed. Hay Lin walked over to her, her jet black hair bouncing with her every move despite being held back by two pig tails. The other girl smiled, and asked,

“What’s up, Hay Lin?”

“Ah, nothing much Taranee! What’s up with you?” Hay Lin asked.

Taranee gestured to Irma and Cornelia, who were now pounding on the plant, and rolled her eyes. Hay Lin giggled, but suddenly stopped as she saw Mrs. Knickerbocker and the other judges en route to them.

“Crap!!! The judges are coming!!” She and Taranee whispered to the others.

“CRAP! Corny, kill it!! Do something!!!” Irma whispered frantically.

Cornelia pounded relentlessly on the plant, but when it seemed dead, it rejuvenated, and appeared healthier than before. Irma slapped her hand against her head in dismay; an F grade was in their looming future! Cornelia whispered in anger,

“What the heck is with this plant!?”

Hay Lin and Taranee rolled their eyes, and as Cornelia, Irma, and Hay Lin went to try to explain their project, Taranee looked out across the gym. After seeing thousands of familiar faces, she caught one that was not.

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She saw a redhead with a spark of boredom in her chocolate brown eyes, who was walking around like a lost soul. She heard a sneering male voice, and her head snapped to its source. It was Uriah Dunn, and he called out to the redhead in a sneering tone,

“Hey, Wilma!”

“It’s Will!” Will said while looking at him.

Uriah and his crew laughed, and Will felt embarrassed. After they were done chuckling amongst themselves, Uriah drawled out, making Will even more uncomfortable,

“Whatever you say, Wilma !”

Taranee walked up to the red head called Will, and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Sensing her tighten up, Taranee released her shoulder, but said in a very calm manner, trying to get Will to relax,

“It’s okay; Uriah treats everyone like this! Sadly, you’re just next!”

“Great to know…” Will said with a cringe.

Taranee smiled empathetically; she knew what it was like being the new kid. Pointing to the booth that now was only occupied by her classmates, Taranee said with a small grin as Irma and Cornelia glared at the plant,

“You can hang with us! And don’t mind Cornelia or Irma; past the bickering and insanity, they’re nice!”

“Alright…” Will replied nervously.

As Taranee led her to the booth, Irma’s cry of dismay filled their ears. Will cringed, while Cornelia glared hell fire at the plant. Will looked at Cornelia, and realized she was the one who told her how to get to school. Hay Lin, trying to break up the tension, said in a bubbly tone,

“Hey, I know what can cheer us up!”

“Breaking into the grade system and changing our F’s?” Irma said hopefully.

“No! Going over to my place! Everyone’s invited!” Hay Lin said cheerfully.

Hay Lin looked at Taranee, and saw Will standing next to her. A great smile came upon her face, and she shook Will’s hand. Will quickly replied with a handshake, a nervous smile upon her face. Hay Lin said with a happy tone,

“You’re Will Vandom, right? You can come over too!”

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“Uh…Thanks! I mean, Thank you…err…” Will grew silent due to the lack of this girl’s name.

Hay Lin smiled; she was nervous, poor thing. She’d adjust though! Realizing she needed to know her name, Hay Lin said with a happy smile,

“My name’s Hay Lin!”

“Oh! Thanks, Hay Lin!” Will said with a small smile.

Cornelia, though, grabbed Hay Lin and led her off to the side. Will, slightly knowing what was going on, felt her smile fade; one of them probably already didn’t like her. Cornelia whispered to Hay Lin in a demanding tone,

“Are you sure this is a hot idea?!” Looking at Will, she added, “We barely know her!”

“Aww, lighten up Cornelia! She’s clearly harmless!” Hay Lin chirped.

She pulled away from Cornelia, and was about to say something, when the bell cut her off. Irma’s eyes lit up; finally free! She grabbed her things hastily, for she wanted out. The others followed suit, except for Will, for she had been carrying her backpack with her. Hay Lin said while gesturing to the door,

“To the Silver Dragon, everyone!!”

Will, while she followed the four girls, felt slightly nervous; she barely knew them, and yet was following them to some place she didn’t know about. As the others continued their conversations, she remained quiet. Taranee, looking at her, walked up, and attempted to break her silence by saying in a friendly manner,

“My name’s Taranee!”

“Nice to meet you, Taranee; I’m Will!” Will said in a shy manner.

Irma turned, and mentally kicked herself for forgetting her manners. She looked at Will, and introduced herself.

“I’m Irma! Though, if you ask Cornelia,” She gestured to the blonde, and continued, “I’m the official pain in the butt!” She said with a goofy grin.

Will giggled, and Cornelia felt her temper flare. But, instead of taking it out on Will, she glared daggers at Irma. She said with a soul cutting tone, making Will be silent once more, and Irma feel a little shocked,

“Oh, I see we’re stating the obvious again, Irma!”

“Two words, Cornelia! Lighten, up!” Irma said back with some outrage.

The tension built up strongly in the air, making everyone uncomfortable. But before the impending argument could even be sparked, Hay Lin’s joyous cry echoed in the air, breaking the tension up lightly. Hay Lin exclaimed happily as she ran to the entrance of the Silver Dragon where an elderly woman stood,

“Grandma!!”

She hugged the woman tightly, and the woman hugged her back. Yan Lin looked at the girls, a small smile upon her face. She felt their energy, and realized that yes, they may have the energy, but the Heart was the only thing that could tell if they were the chosen ones. She smiled, and opened the door while saying happily,

“Please, come in!”

Will looked on as she followed the others through the door, nerves lightly creeping into her thoughts. Okay, so Hay Lin’s family owned a restaurant; that was really cool! She walked up the stairs leading from the restaurant into the kitchen of Hay Lin’s home. Yan Lin said calmly as she turned down the hallway,

“I will be with you in a minute!”

The others nodded, and headed into the kitchen. As they sat down to the table covered with five bowls of cookies, and five mugs of tea, Cornelia finally broke the ice. She had been keeping this from everyone, but since weird things were already happening, she decided to spit it out.

“Okay, weird crap has been happening to me!” She said in a quick manner.

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Will looked up; what kind of ‘weird crap’ could she be in reference to? Will knew her dreams of a strange man who could've been real could’ve been coincidence, but those dreams felt way too real; especially last night’s! Irma asked her question for her.

“Weird crap as in…?” Irma asked with a raised eyebrow.

Cornelia rolled her eyes, as if she had already given the explanation. Will kept her peace, for her dreams were probably mild stuff. Cornelia said with an angered tone as everyone stared at her,

“I’m not crazy, so stop staring at me!”

Taranee looked away, and Will opened her fortune cookie. She read the fortune: ‘You will find a friend.’, it said. Will looked to Taranee, and smiled; Taranee followed suit. Yan Lin came quietly from her room, a small box in hand.

“How are the tea and cookies?” She asked.

Everyone said quietly things along the lines of ‘great’, and ‘wonderful’. Through bites and sips, they said their thanks, making Yan Lin smile. She began to shut the windows, curtains, and doors, as if making sure nothing could get inside. Hay Lin, a little nervous, asked,

“Grandma? What’s up?”

Will felt greatly nervous as a strange feeling washed over her; she looked at the others, who were seemingly fine. Could they feel what she felt now, or was this her imagination? Yan Lin looked at the girls, a small smile upon her face. She said to them as she focused upon the energy in the room,

“Girls, let me tell you a story; a story, you now partake in!”

She reached out with her index finger, and touched the energy in the room. A small noise akin to a soft note being sung echoed, and the room began to change. Images of planets appeared, and Yan Lin began her tale.

“Long ago, the worlds were one, and were harmonious. Good reigned supreme and light ruled with a gentle hand.” She said with a smile.

Another planet, completely covered in shadow blocked the light, and Will suddenly felt a familiar presence fill her thoughts and the room. Yan Lin, oblivious to it, continued her tale.

“But Evil wormed its way into the natural order, attempting to destroy the light and good of the world.” She added with a frown.

The room grew dark, and vines appeared from the shadows. Will felt one brush her skin, but much to her shock, no one else felt the same thing. She began to panic; she had to be going crazy! Yan Lin said as the illusion began to show a dark realm,

“The source of the evil was a powerful and dangerous entity named Phobos, and he was the cause of the Veil to be raised to protect Earth and other worlds from his evil.”

The face of Phobos appeared, and Will gasped as she suddenly felt the presence bombard her, accompanied by white hot pain. She gasped as it filled her, and struck everywhere. She suddenly realized she wasn’t imagining this; this pain was real. And the man she saw was…real … Then to add to the shock factor, his voice sounded in the dark corners of her thoughts.

Wilhelmina… he called out softly.

Will gasped as the pain grew unbearable, and she clutched her head as images caressed her mind; images of him calling, and beckoning. The pain suddenly eased, and the images showed him holding his hand out to her. His voice whispered enticingly,

Come to me, Wilhelmina…

“Will…??” Irma whispered fearfully.

Will suddenly stopped hearing the other girls, and an irresistible desire to come to him overtook her thoughts. But the nightmare was far from through, for the illusion Yan Lin had set up suddenly turned, and Yan Lin gasped as she felt the illusion become reality. She yelled to Will, calling her name loudly,

“WILL!!!”

But Will was apparently still deaf to their cries, for she suddenly rose from her seat. But when Yan Lin caught a glimpse of her eyes, she saw they were glassy. She was under some kind of spell, but Yan Lin couldn’t tell what it was. She watched as Will looked to a shadow, and Taranee, frightened by this, whispered fearfully,

“I so wanna wake up right now!!!!”

In Will’s thoughts, the images darkened seductively, but yet he still tempted her to come. Will caught a glimpse of his smile, only to see two small fangs flash within the darkness. But she wasn’t afraid, for he didn’t seem threatening. Once their gazes locked, her eyes widened at the warmth that his were gleaming with. She wanted to find him, and be near him, and that want was growing.

Follow the sound of my voice… he commanded in a gentle whisper.

Will began to oblige, and went to follow his voice. She began to step away from the table, but before she could walk completely into the shadows that eagerly awaited her, Yan Lin quickly intervened. She grabbed Will, and looked back at the table; the box was still there. Will lurched, and screamed as Yan Lin started to restrain her,

“NO!! LET GO OF ME!!!”

“Hay Lin!” Yan Lin cried, “Open the box; NOW!!!”

Hay Lin quickly did as she was told. She opened the small box, only to see a small pink crystal pulsing with fear. She gingerly picked it up, only to feel a great power within it. The others looked on as Will struggled harder than before to break free from Yan Lin, but as they saw Hay Lin take out the strange crystal, the fear that had been filling their hearts suddenly washed away. Yan Lin, still trying to restrain Will’s writhing form, broke Hay Lin’s enthralled state by yelling with frustration,

“GIVE ME THE CRYSTAL!!!”

Will now almost broke free from the woman’s grip, and her struggling didn’t cease as his voice still hauntingly called her. Her logic, sense of reason, and common sense had been closed out of her thoughts; all she wanted was to find him. She screamed out once more,

“LET GO!!!!”

But Yan Lin wouldn’t hear it. She suddenly felt what Will was feeling, and could finally hear the faint, yet tempting whispers calling Will’s name. She hesitated, due to fear. But when Hay Lin handed her the Heart, it glowed, bringing her relief, and reassurance. She suddenly felt the struggling get frightfully stronger as Phobos’ voice called out once more,

Come to me, my Wilhelmina…

Yan Lin, feeling her inner strength growing, held Will down. The Heart however, levitated from her hand, and put itself around Will’s neck. A bright fuchsia glow emanated from the Heart, and Yan Lin felt Will shiver. She realized that Will was the Keeper; the heart of Candracar was hers by right.

The room suddenly returned to normal, and they were back in the Silver Dragon. Yan Lin eased Will’s form into a chair, and supported her. Will weakly looked up, her eyes no longer glazed, but dazed with confusion. She whispered in questioning shock,

“What was that??”

“That,” Yan Lin said while straightening her robe, “was Phobos.”

Will’s eyes widened at her in fear. Yan Lin picked up on a light shred of his presence in Will’s thoughts; though it was old, she was still able to detect it. This made her frightened, for this meant Phobos had contact with her before.

“He’s contacted you before…” Yan Lin whispered.

Will finally had the answers to her questions, but now, she wished she didn’t know. The man who had been haunting her was not only real, but this woman said he was evil; someone to be avoided. She felt tears run down her cheeks; Heatherfield wasn’t a new, promising start, it was a nightmare in progress.

Taranee walked over, and put a reassuring arm around Will’s shoulder. Hay Lin and Irma still bore flabbergasted expressions. Hay Lin broke the silence, and asked the question that she felt was on everyone’s mind,

“Grandma, why is Phobos after Will?”

“Because,” Yan Lin started, and added after a deep breath, “She is the Keeper of the Heart; the power that binds you five together.”

Cornelia was silent; she was still shocked this whole thing happened, but now Yan Lin was saying they had powers? She had to wonder whether the old woman had a few screws loose. But after what happened to Will, she had to wonder if this was real, or not. Taranee said with a fierce tone that made everyone shocked, for this was unlike Taranee,

“Well, he better leave Will alone! Cuz if-” she looked at Will, and gasped out as her eyes wandered to her neck, “Oh man! Will, you’re bleeding!”

The others gathered round, and saw that Taranee was right. Will tried not to freak; how was she bleeding?! Getting a bunch of paper towels, Irma went to wet them in the sink, only to see them already drenched, even before she submerged them. She looked and saw that the water was moving like a snake in front of her very eyes. Yan Lin said calmly as she saw this,

“Irma, you have the power of water; you are the Water Guardian. Now quickly, bring it over!”

Irma did as she was told, and covered the area with the towels, Taranee compressed the wound, and she felt intense heat fill her hand, and go to the wound. She looked at her other hand, and felt the same thing. Great; she was the element fire, the one she was most afraid of. She felt the blood slowly stop, and sighed with relief.

Yan Lin felt fearful, but succeeded in not showing it. This was just like her dream; Phobos would soon attempt to corrupt the Heart. When Taranee cleaned up the wound, everyone gasped as two small puncture wounds rested upon her neck. Yan Lin’s eyes widened as they slowly healed, and vanished away. Hay Lin asked Yan Lin fearfully as she watched the whole scene unfold,

“Grandma, what exactly is Phobos?”

Yan Lin closed her eyes; if they were going to face him, they needed to know. Taking a deep breath, she mustered all the calm she could find, and answered in a dark tone,

“Phobos is a very dangerous vampire. If you should confront him, be on your guard, for he will do anything to get what he wants.”