PROLOUGE:

2010-08-13T00:45:00.000-07:00

The air was stinging cold and the sky was getting dark. He walked down the silent, derelict street, his boots making whispered taps with each step. His black hair blew in the wind and he pulled his coat around him even though he couldn't feel the cold. He'd been around town himself for a few weeks but his coven elder called him to come here, he said it is very important. He stopped at the building that he could sense Kierlan, his coven elder was waiting for him in. It was a huge warehouse. The walls were lined with white corrugated iron. Concrete steps lead up to the door which was slightly ajar and groaned against the push of the wind. On the floor next to the door was a broken lock, Kierlan must have broken in. He flew up the stairs in less than a second and scanned the area around him before he entered the building.
Inside the building was dark but his eyesight made it easy to see, like a cats but better. The walls were concrete and stretched far out in front of him. Kierlan was sitting at the very back of the room on a chair; the only object in the room. He crossed the room over to Kierlan.
"What do you want?" He asked, not bothering with introductions, that's how he did things.
"Hunter, don't feel so agitated. I can sense it in you," Kierlan replied, "I want to ask you a favor, a very important one."
Kierlans voice was getting hoarser with his 864 years of living. He may look young, but even Vampires can wear out.
"What is it?" Hunter asked.
"It maybe a bit to much to ask for, but it's all for good reasons," he told Hunter, "I hear that you're starting Breor High at the begining of next year. I'm guessing to get the feel of being around humans more."
"Yes sir," Hunter replied.
"Do you know who goes there?"
"No."
"Tinsel Keller," Kierlan stated simply.
That was enough for Hunter to understand.
"Luthers daughter?" Hunter asked.
"Yes she's 18 now and in 7th form. I know this subject you take deeply and we haven't talked about it in a while but I think we should."
Hunter felt sharp pains, remembering the memories he had of Luther, a good friend.
"What about her?" Asked Hunter.
"She doesn't know who she really is yet, her mothers keeping it from her still. At this stage she is a vunerable target to anyone and if we leave it any longer it may be too late," he paused, "You're more or less going to be in the same class are her. I want you to keep an eye out for her, make sure she's safe. Try and get close to her and become her friend which may or may not be hard as she has none. And then when you do feel comfortable, tell her what she is. She does need to know, it's too dangerous if she doesn't," Kierlan explained.
Damn Jez, she was always to much of a protective mother.
"Why me?" Hunter wondered.
"Because you are trust worthy and you had the closest relationship with her dad."
"If you really want me to this, you're going to have to give me time."
Hunter felt like a huge weight had been dumped on his shoulders.
"Take as long as you like, just make sure you get it done," Kierlan cautioned.
"I will."
Hunter was sure this was end of the conversation so he made his way back across to the door and slipped back out into the late afternoon air.
I wonder what she looks like now, he thought, remembering her a baby wrapped in her blanket.

CHAPTER ONE

2010-08-12T21:41:00.000-07:00

I daydream a lot. It's a way to get things out of my mind that I don't want there, or just to feel good for awhile.
That's what I'm doing now, daydreaming. Looking out the window into the misty fog of the miserable day outside. Hmmm, peaceful.
My mum Jez and I live in a small clearing right next to a forest in a small town named Breor in South Canada.
When I was 4 my dad left. I never saw him again. I've never really known what happened to him. I've asked mum lots of times but as I grew older I could tell by the expressions on her face that it was a touchy subject for her, so I've learnt not to ask anymore. I guess at this point I'd have to find out myself.
Breor is a very small town and very rainy. Everything here is basic but we do have a mall and a library. I kind of live in the outskirts of Breor down a very long, winding and dark road. On either side of the road the whole way down are trees. In fact most of the space in Breor is taken up by pines. I guess I'm lucky that I live here. There's hardly any noise or disturbances. And I love the rainy days, they have perfect gloomy feelings about them. My life here is just like any others, probably even more boring. Nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I just like to read and write.
I attend Breor High just like every other teenager in this town. Second semester starts tomorrow. And I guess daydreaming is a good way to finish of the holidays. At school I usually hang around by myself, no one has really connected with me yet, friend wise. But I like it this way. But who knows maybe some new people will arrive tomorrow and change my life.
I'm still looking out of my bedroom window and I'm sure I just saw something zip through the trees which took me out of my daydreaming. But not for long, mum was calling me from downstairs.
"Tinsel, dinner's ready!"
Yes, that's my name, Tinsel, like the Christmas decoration. It's unique and it's all mine.

*

I woke up with sun streaming down on my face. Which is very unusual for Breor. I didn't want to get up, I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun while lying in bed. But apparently I'm the good one so I got up. I was going to be prepared for anything today. I stretched and some floorboards creaked beneath my feet. I headed straight for the bathroom. Mum was already up and gone, she's a Real Estate Agent, even though there's hardly any houses around here to sell, so I didn't need to keep myself quiet. I decided to have a shower, I enjoyed the hot water while it lasted. I dried myself and wrapped my towel around my body. I stepped in front of the mirror and wiped the condensation away so I could see myself. I wasn't one of those insecure girls that looked at herself and didn't like what they saw. I was one of those who looked at themselves and thought they're beautiful the way they are. I had light brown, wavy hair that was a little past my shoulders and deep green eyes. I liked to stare into them and see what secrets they might unfold. My nose is petite and my lips are full, just the way I like it. I'm more or less average height so I have no problems with that.
I lounged my way back to my room. Most of the floor in our house is wood so it can get a little cold. If you looked at my room form birds-eye view the door would be on the farthest left side. Along the left wall before the door is my cheap, old double bed, covered in my deep red duvet, my favourite colour. At the south wall of my room there's a big window facing out towards the forest. It's one of those windows where the wall sticks out further with a little seat just below the window. I have another window just like it on the north wall of my bedroom facing towards the road. On the north wall on one side of the window I also have my Grandma Jo's old wooden desk with a computer and a chair. On the other side of the window sits my gigantic wooden chest that my Granddad made for me on my 13th birthday. I stored all my special stuff in there. On the right wall sat a huge antique wooden wardrobe with double doors and elegant steel handles. In the middle of my room sat a huge black fluffy mat. You could lie on it and get lost. But what really made my room special was all the bits and pieces that hung around on my pale red walls.
I pulled my clothes out of the draws at the bottom of my wardrobe. I couldn't really care less about what I wore or looked like, so I threw on some dark dark denim jeans, a black long sleeved shirt with a few buttons on the front, a jacket and my fluffy snow boots. Deciding toast was the quickest I headed downstairs. By the time I finished eating all the birds where chirping. I guess I am kind of nervous for school today, not knowing what it would be like. So I headed out to my car. It's by far not the flashest thing in the crowd, it's just a Volvo 760 GLE. But it does what cars are meant to do so I love it!
On the way to school I couldn't help but think about mum. She's been so helpful and protective over the years but she and I both know she wont be able to forever.

It was a busy first day at school as I parked my car in the parking lot. People were walking in all directions possible. As soon as I stepped out of the car I was part of the commotion. People smiled at me as I walked past. I knew a lot of faces, I just wasn't friends with anyone.
I headed towards the schools office at the front of the school. Once I was inside I felt a warm breeze hit me. There was a long desk at the far end of the room with two ladies working busily behind it. The room was filled with plants, big and small. Adding to the over population of trees outside. And that's when I saw him. A boy probably my year standing by the desk filling out a form. He turned around when I entered and a slight side smile spread across his face. I didn't smile back, I couldn't. His eyes were the only thing I noticed at first, his dark, dark eyes.
I stood still for a few seconds going over his appearance. He was tall, probably 5 more inches than me and really muscly. He wore dark denim jeans, probably designer, a black v-neck shirt that clung to his chest and a black leather jacket. On his feet were black boots complimenting his black attire. His hair was black also, and messy. It hung in a way around his face that made him look very mysterious. And his eyes, they were...well, they were a very deep, dark blue like the depths of the ocean. Like he had many secrets to hide. The rest of his face was perfectly sculptured, specially his cheekbones. In that few seconds I got enough courage to walk up to where he was to put my signed slip in a box to say I was attending this semester. This guy was defiantly new. I probably would've should welcome him but I had the feeling he didn't need it.

True Origin

PROLOUGE:

CHAPTER ONE