Chapter One
One year before
Outside the rusted, iron gate looking into the abandoned manor, I stood and looked up at it. The tall gate rested high and proud while the house stood behind it in it's glory. It had been at least a decade since I had last been to this house. I wanted to see how my home had changed over the years. Realtors were rumored to be having a hard time selling it, even it has been more than century ago had passed sine ‘the incident’. I found this out by doing some snooping in the library, before stopping by. Turning up my iPod fall blast, I sighed and removed my hands from where they nestled in my jacket pocket. Curling them around the cold, rusted metal gate I pushed it open swiftly and easily
It didn’t hurt when the rust on the gate pricked my finger as I forced the old gate open. I walked into the front yard. My fingers brushed over the tall grass. The leathery feel brought back memories of playing in the front yard as a child. This garden used to be beautiful, but now, I thought as I looked around, It was a jungle. Without meaning to, I kicked up dirt and got it on my shoes as I walked. I strolled up to the door and noticed that it was open.
So, people have been visiting, I thought, as I turned down the iPod. Putting my foot on the threshold, I opened it wider. Even though I had earphones in my ears, my abnormally good hearing heard voices in the house. I removed my earphones and stepped though the door.
Everything was filthy with dust. I walked into the entrance hall, and then into the living room. I looked around, memories coming back. A little girl running around, so happy and carefree. Then the walls smeared with blood. A scream. I walked around the living room, with a hand on the wall, feeling rough texture. I smiled to myself for when I was a child; I’d often when I was growing up. When I touch a smooth spot, I froze with fear of the past.
A teenage girl seeing her parents’ blood on the wall. She froze on the spot and watched as a man in a black ski mask approaching her with a knife.
No time to mess around, I thought as I dropped my hand like skin to a branding iron. I heard voices and judging by the distance of them, people were in the back yard. Making my way to the back of the house, I stopped at the broken glass back door, before the light reached in. From what I could see, it was three young men who were having a good time and drinking their beers. My violet eyes raked over each of them. Two were black haired, dark brown eyes, and were of average height. The other one was golden haired and light eyed. My eyes looked over their form. They were dress simple. All of them were lean, with muscle and white shirts showing off their chest. Their khakis pants showed their long legs.
Wow I thought as my heart picked up speed.
I let my body fell on the ground, hoping that the bush will cover me. The smell of grass hit me and overwhelmed me leaving me a little dizzy as the memory of my childhood flashed back. I crawled closer to the undergrowth of the garden.
My chest was killing me as my heart pounded quickly in a sense of fear and childish excitement. I pulled myself off the ground and stuck out my head to look at the guys. I gazed insistently at them. Hmm.. eighteen, nineteen maybe? In an instant, the golden-haired boy turned and looked straight at me. Shit, I though as my body acted in an reflex and pulled me back into the darkness.
“Adam?” I heard one of the dark-haired boys ask. His voice was slight buzzed from the beers
“You okay, dude?” the other asked, his voice the same.
“Yeah. I just thought I saw a girl,” Adam said confused. I swallowed. I’m going to regret this, I thought as I stepped out into the openness. They all stood up as I walked out to the little ‘party.’
“Dude, you were right. A hot looking’ girl at that,” the other black-haired boy said. I rolled my eyes at the comment. Boys, I thought. The golden-haired did the same thing.
“Sorry about them. I’m Adam,” he said as he stepped forward with his hand raised for a shake. I looked at It. He got the impression I didn’t want to shake and started to pull back his hand. stepping forward, I took and shook it.
“I’m Elizabeth,” I said.
“Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. Let me introduce my friends,” Adam said as he pulled back his hand. He pointed to the black-haired boy at his left. “That’s Zech.”
“Hi,” Then he pointed to another one. “ And that’s Derek.”
“Hi,” Derek said in a cheery voice. He is happy to meet someone pretty, I thought dryly.
“Nice to meet both you,” I said politely. Zech brought up a beer from their ice chest and offered me one.
"Want to join us?" he said with a grin. I looked at him, raised a corner of my mouth in a weird smile and turned my eyes to the beer.
"Cheers, but I’ll pass. I need to get going." I turned looking at the gate.
“Oh, a good girl,” Derek said, shaking his head. “Of course, all the good ones are the hottest.” He muttered under his breath.
“Yes. It was a pleasure meeting you,” I said. I turned around and walk back. I heard Adam mutter “guys” and then footsteps coming up behind me. I walked into the house. Not more than five seconds later.
“Elizabeth, wait,” Adam, said as he came up behind. He rubbed the back of his neck that made me have a burning desire to do it for him. What the crap? I know this guy for what? Ten minutes? And I am already picturing myself getting him a backrub, I thought sardonically.
“I’m sorry about them. Listen, at least let me give you a ride to your house since my friends were being jerks,” Adam said. Bad idea, I thought.
“No, but thanks for the offer," I said with a smile.
“But...” he said. I walked away from him. Hearing him turn away and going back to his friends, I left the house. When I turned to the corner, I heard a bike start up. It drove up beside me and riding it was the blond haired Adonis, Adam. I groaned.
"Come on. Please let me give you a ride," he said. I looked at him like he was stupid.
"I will be perfectly fine on my own," I snarled. I walked faster, but he kept pace with me.
“I said I will be fine on my own,” I snapped, looking at him.
"Let me be the judge of that. Give me your address," he demanded. I hesitantly told him.
"Jesus, you live all the way out in the country! Get on. I am not about to let a beautiful girl walk alone. Especially In the city," he said as he held out a helmet. I stared at it, then at him.
"Is that your only one?" I asked, trying to find a way out. He lifted another one from the backpack on the bike. Shit, I thought as I took the one he held out and put It on. I got on behind him. I felt the warm of his back radiate in to my chest. I almost melted against him, but I caught myself.
"Ready?" he inquired as he revved up.
"Ready," I groaned; we took off.
