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My desk was covered in little pots of water with paintbrushes in them; smothered in paints of all colours. I knew i should probably clean them sometime soon, i just could not be bothered. I put the finishing touches on my recent "masterpiece" and left it on my desk to dry, after putting another filthy paintbrush into an already filthy pot of muddy water. I felt strangely calm and at ease considering that tomorrow i would be 16. Sure, i was pretty damn excited about it and getting together with my friends and ice skating and going to watch a film and then picking somewhere to eat. I couldn't wait!
I looked at my room from my desk in the far corner. Clothes were strewn across the floor, knicker's, jean's, bra's, shirt's galore. I quietly tip-toed across the messy floor and worked my way out of the maze of clothes and found the door which gently moaned as i opened it. I paused for a second, staring into the pitch black ahllyway of my house to see if i had accidently woken anyone. Probably not; they were used to me staying up late to finish off my art. Or to read a book.
There wasn't any movement.
I crept along the hallway, past my older brother Cameron's door and i turned left, into the bathroom. I stalked straight to the sink which was to the right of the door and washed my hands that looked almost alien with the amount of paint that was on them. Satisfied with my soapy smelling hands, i turned around to face the rest of the room to walk over to the towel rack. I almost crapped myself when i saw that i wasn't alone in the room. There was a big dark silhouette standing between me and the towel rack. It was taller than i was; guess that wasn't a hard thing to be though, i am very short. My first thought was Intruder!Which i guess was true in some sense - he didn't exactly walk into my house with permission. If he did, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't be skulking in my bathroom.
"Lily Clarke.. Nyx has chosen you! You have been chosen to enroll in the House of Night, to learn the ways of the vampyres."His voice rattled and echoed against the bathroom tiles but the words he spoke were quiet.
My world came crashing down. How could he do this to me? My life is going well! I have a life; friends, a family whom i love, my beloved boyfriend Finn! I was one of my school's best students! I had a life ahead of me! What had i done wrong?! No.. They can't do this to me."They don't need me! I'm alright here thanks!"I spat back at him with pure venom in my voice. No pun intended. The House of Night doesn't need me. I wasn't born to be a vampyre. I turn 16 tomorrow! I have a <******** party to go to tomorrow. My party.
The tracker said nothing. I guess it was too dark in our little room for me to see what he was doing. I fall to the hard, cold floor with a sharp pain at the front of my head. I was alone.. No one else in the room. I instinctly put my hand to my head, trying to soothe the internal pain. I trace the unfamiliar new lines on my forehead. I get up and squint into the mirror."Ah... s**t."
