I have decided to start writing again...I haven't decided if I will continue my other stories yet or not....please bare with me I am rusty. I stood staring into the window of the old, rotting, dusty house. I smiled to myself, think this the perfect place to hide. Everyone would expect me to hide in a place such as this, which is why they won't look for me here. I'll be able to do as I please, as nature intended me to do. Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Damien Westley. I come from a very very ancient family. My job? I am one of the captains, bosses, leaders, what ever you want to call it, of my family. I both carry out orders and gives them. I love my position, it's very satisfactory. What is it I do exactly? Oh, well simple, I kill people. I am what they call The Fallen, I am a demon.
Nikki's POV I sat in History class listening to Mrs. Lebebski drone on and on about what a great year it had been. I propped my head up on my hand and looked at the clock. Five minutes left till school was out, over, finished, and summer vacation began. I looked over at Sarah who was doodling in her notebook, completely ignoring Mrs. Lebebski. I laughed slightly as she looked over at me and made a motion of hanging herself. She started to giggle and turned back to her doodling. Sarah is my best friend. I've known her for years. She has dark brown hair, dark, brown, oval eyes and an olive skin complexion. She was somewhere around 5'2" and 5'3". Her face was angular with sharp features. She was in all senses, pretty. I glanced at the clock again just as the bell rang. I slipped the strap of my black purse over my shoulder and headed for the door. "NIKKI!!!!" Sarah yelled after me, "Wait up!" I stopped and waited as she grabbed her things. We walked down the hall towards our lockers. "OMG can you believe it's finally summer?!? It's like, AMAZING! I can't wait for tonight!" Sarah exclaimed dramatically. I laughed and flipped my long, dark, silky black hair over my shoulder. "Why? Oh ya, so you can stare at Brandon at the party." I giggled and waved at some at a group of freshman as they stared at us. It never got old. The constant attention knowing that every guy in the school wanted you and every girl wished to be your best friend. It was.....thrilling. And how can they not stare? With my perfect black hair, perfectly smooth complexion, tan skin, perfectly shaped body, heart shaped, loveable face, and my bright blue eyes, I was quite a catch. And I knew it too. I stood at 5'5", the perfect height, not to small not to tall. I wore size 2 jeans, I'm skinny but not overly skinny. I can fill out a nice pair of jeans and tank tops, if you catch my drift. And to top it all off, I had the closet to go with the looks. Sarah giggled slightly and I looked over at her. "What?" "Kyle is coming this way!" She giggled more. I rolled my eyes. Kyle was the most loved and most popular guy at school. He also happened to be my boyfriend. I opened my locker and looked into the mirror. I smoothed out my hair, straightened my diamond heart necklace, checked my teeth n my black halter top. Everything looked to be in perfect order. I put my things in my locker and grabbed my red Channel handbag. I shut the locker and was spun around on my heels as I was pulled into a passionate kiss. I smiled and pulled away. "Hey beautiful," Kyle whispered in a low voice. I stepped back a little, still smiling, "Hey Kyle." Sarah giggled, "Hi Kyle, are you going to the party tonight?" Kyle laughed, "As if I could miss it! I'm helping Brandon set up at his lake house," He turned to me, "You'll be there right?" I slapped him playfully on the arm, "Of course. It ain't a party till we step into the room," I giggled, looking at Sarah. It's true though, if Sarah and I aren't there, it's not a party, or well, a cool party. Kyle smiled and hugged me, giving me a quick kiss, "I'll see you tonight then, wear something sexy," He winked and walked off with his friends. I smirked turning to Sarah who was all smiles, "Tonight is going to be one hell of a night." If only I knew the truth, that it was gunna be one hell of a night....just not the way I wanted.
Damien's POV I sat in an old dusty chair. Montaria Porelina Celsinet. I waved my hand over the hole in the floor that I had filled with water. I watched as an image appeared. A figure stood in what looked like an expensive clothing store, but I soon realised was just the girl's closet. I rolled my eyes. Rich people these days. I watched as the girl picked through her closet. She had her black hair done up in a loose bun and was wearing sweats. She appeared to be getting ready for some kind of party. I smiled to myself and whispered, "Donarian Seliant Venidial" . I waited till the spell took place. "OMG I have nothing to wear!!! Kyle wants me to look GOOD not trashy!" The girl with the black hair began throwing things out of her closet when a girl with brown hair stepped into the picture. Nikki, calm it. We can just got shopping! I need a new pair of stilettos anyway." The girls giggled together. You are right, let me go grab my purse and we can get going. I'm going to find the perfect outfit. So that Kyle will die when he sees it! I waved the picture away and smirked. "This Kyle won't be the only one that's going to 'die' tonight, my little Angel."