Haunted, chapter 1
*Normal P.O.V*
Transportation by supernatural means, comes as a shock to anyone, no matter how prepared you are for it. But for 14 year old Helena it was a teeny bit more than just a shock.
She had just been in her parent's garage, innocently throwing darts at a poster of The Pussycat Dolls, when she started to feel queasy. Her stomach ached so much it felt like someone was dragging her insides out through her back.
She sat down, and everything blacked out.
When she woke up, she was being stared at from all directions.
She sat up and took in what she could of her surroundings.
She was sitting on an old, uncomfortable sofa, ornately carved with dragons, with lots of silken, highly-stuffed cushions, all over. She was in a high-ceilinged hall in what looked like some sort of gothic-style mansion.... The drapes were blood red velvet, the walls had been painted black, and there were small, ornate black dragon statues dotted around everywhere.
The furniture was primitive, but luxurious, several bookcases, lots of tables of different sizes and shapes, most bearing food and drink of the finest sort. On one table there was what looked like red wine, but for some reason, Helena felt they were probably blood; it would suit the theme for the rest of the room. The whole place was so beautiful, but so scary, at the same time.
All the many ornate chairs and sofas sported at least one silken cushion, everything was carved with dragons, and, most curiously of all, there was a drum kit, a bass guitar and an electric guitar in the centre of the room, it was all very confusing but luxurious. The sort of thing you get in all those old vampire movies.
"Where am I?" she would have screamed at the nearest person to her, a tall, lanky boy with blond spiky hair and electric blue eyes, but she'd pretty much lost her voice, so it came out more as a hoarse croak. He shook his head and glanced at a fragile looking girl with choppy red hair and light blue eyes.
Helena looked around helplessly, "What, who are you?" She eventually managed to say, looking from face to face.
"Put it this way," said a tall skinny woman with cropped grey hair and a slightly beaky look to her face, "We 'aren't all as lucky as you, we 'aren't all human."
"What-what are you then?" Helena almost squeaked.
"Vampires," laughed a tall girl, little older than herself with black hair and blue and maroon colouring. Helena turned white with fear.
Transportation by supernatural means, comes as a shock to anyone, no matter how prepared you are for it. But for 14 year old Helena it was a teeny bit more than just a shock.
She had just been in her parent's garage, innocently throwing darts at a poster of The Pussycat Dolls, when she started to feel queasy. Her stomach ached so much it felt like someone was dragging her insides out through her back.
She sat down, and everything blacked out.
When she woke up, she was being stared at from all directions.
She sat up and took in what she could of her surroundings.
She was sitting on an old, uncomfortable sofa, ornately carved with dragons, with lots of silken, highly-stuffed cushions, all over. She was in a high-ceilinged hall in what looked like some sort of gothic-style mansion.... The drapes were blood red velvet, the walls had been painted black, and there were small, ornate black dragon statues dotted around everywhere.
The furniture was primitive, but luxurious, several bookcases, lots of tables of different sizes and shapes, most bearing food and drink of the finest sort. On one table there was what looked like red wine, but for some reason, Helena felt they were probably blood; it would suit the theme for the rest of the room. The whole place was so beautiful, but so scary, at the same time.
All the many ornate chairs and sofas sported at least one silken cushion, everything was carved with dragons, and, most curiously of all, there was a drum kit, a bass guitar and an electric guitar in the centre of the room, it was all very confusing but luxurious. The sort of thing you get in all those old vampire movies.
"Where am I?" she would have screamed at the nearest person to her, a tall, lanky boy with blond spiky hair and electric blue eyes, but she'd pretty much lost her voice, so it came out more as a hoarse croak. He shook his head and glanced at a fragile looking girl with choppy red hair and light blue eyes.
Helena looked around helplessly, "What, who are you?" She eventually managed to say, looking from face to face.
"Put it this way," said a tall skinny woman with cropped grey hair and a slightly beaky look to her face, "We 'aren't all as lucky as you, we 'aren't all human."
"What-what are you then?" Helena almost squeaked.
"Vampires," laughed a tall girl, little older than herself with black hair and blue and maroon colouring. Helena turned white with fear.
