Chapter 1. Monique was lead through the dirty back streets of Paris, the girl was digging her sharp nails into her bare arm and she was still shaking. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, she was pushed through the door of a dirty, old building, that might have been a hotel in the past, but the reception hall was bare, the walls were dirty, and the only light in the room was coming from a bare lightbulb that hung from the ceiling.
Monique was lead through the dirty back streets of Paris, the girl was digging her sharp nails into her bare arm and she was still shaking.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, she was pushed through the door of a dirty, old building, that might have been a hotel in the past, but the reception hall was bare, the walls were dirty, and the only light in the room was coming from a bare lightbulb that hung from the ceiling.
The girl who was holding Monique threw her to the floor like a doll. She heard the door click shut behind them, and someone locked it. She whimpered.
The girl stood over her shaking body. ‘Name?’ She inquired visiciously.
‘Monique.’ She whispered. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
‘Monique, do you have any idea about what just happened?’ Asked the girl. She didn’t sound as viscious now, her voice had grown a softer tone.
‘No.’ Monique whimpered. A single tear rolled down her face, leaving a black trail of eyeliner behind it.
The girl smiled. ‘Exellent.’ She said.
The boys, whom Monique had forgetten about until now, walked up to join the girl in looking down on her. The one who had been drinking the coffee, spoke to the girl.
‘Are you sure that it’s her?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow at Monique, who was staring blankly at them, tears absently rolling down her face. She was still shaking.
‘Positive,’ said the girl.
-Things to know about the curious three-
The girls name was Rosa.
The coffee drinker was Will.
The other boy was called Kurt.
They were all 15.
They were not ordinary teenagers.
‘Kurt, help her up.’ Rosa ordered as she flounced away into another room and Will followed.
Kurt grinned as he offered Monique his hand. She flinched.
‘What’s the matter? Scared?’ He said, grinning.
Still, Monique stared at the outstretched hand as if it would grow fangs and bite her.
Kurt sighed, and grabbed her hand and hauled her up. Her knees buckled and she fell down. She sobbed at how pathetic she felt.
‘Okay, okay, maybe that’s not a good idea.’ Kurt said to himself as he grimaced at the fallen girl.
‘Why did he die? How did-how did that happen?’ Monique whispered breathlessly. It felt like a 10 tonne truck had been dropped on her chest. She lay there, on the dirty floor, sobbing and shaking, limbs starfished out hopelessly.
After a while of watching her awkwardly, Kurt started making soothing noises.
‘Shh, it’s okay, everything will be alright.’ He said softly.
Monique sat up suddenly, and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, still sobbing and shaking violently. He hugged her back tightly, wrapping his own arms around her thin, wiry frame.
-Some background on Kurt-
He liked being alone.
He didn’t have a family.
He never, ever got the girl in the end.
Him and Monique were going to be firm friends.
‘What the hell is going on in there?!’ Shouted Rosa from the other room, ‘Get her in here now!’ She demanded.
Kurt helped Monique up and supported her as they walked into the other room. This room contrasted with the reception hall greatly, as it was well lit by the huge, antique chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it was tastefully furnished and the walls were decorated with beautiful paintings. Monique almost laughed in spite of herself. She had alway imagined living in a house decorated exactly the way this room was.
‘Now, sit down, we have a lot to get through.’ Said Rosa, gesturing to the chair across the table from where she was sitting. Kurt went and sat on the other side of the table, next to Rosa and Will.
To Monique, this felt as if she was in a formal interveiw. She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.
‘Monique,’ started Rosa, ‘I’d just like to take the time to say that I’m sorry for what I’m about to tell you.’
‘Why’s that?’ Stuttered Monique.
‘Because it is completely true.’ Said the boy called Will.
‘First of all, I am Rosa, this is Will, and that is Kurt. We have been living in this building for two years now, and the whole time, we’ve been searching for someone like you.
You see, we are not just any ordinary teenage squatters.’ She said, looking seriously at Monique, who continued to squirm in her chair.
Then Will, started to speak. ‘We’re special. We have….abilities. We can do things that you cannot imagine.’ He said. ‘And you are one of us. You’re special, you’re one of us.’
For a second, Moniques heart swelled with joy, finally, she thought, finally I belong somewhere.
Then it hit her.
‘You’re playing a joke on me.’ She said sadly. ‘Emanuel will appear from behind me and scare me, and I’ll yell at him and everything will go back to normal, and I’ll lie next to the river tonight thinking about it and-oh.’ Monique had started to cry again, small, gasping sobs escaped from her lips.
Rosa had went from cold and cruel to warm and caring, she got up from her chair and stood behind Monique, rubbing her shoulder and making soothing noises.
‘I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’ll get your head around it. You just have to stay strong. Besides, you’re not going anywhere for a while, we need you to stay with us.’ She said.
‘W-what?’ Monique stuttered.
‘My dear,’ said Kurt, ‘you’re one of us.’
‘And what exactly are you?’ She asked, eyes wide.
Kurt and Will exchanged amused glances with each other before Will finally answered her question.
‘My dear, you are a Vampyre.’ He said, smirking at her.