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by DeNine
Rated: 18+ · Chapter · Young Adult · #2130669
A young woman notices a new stranger to her town, something's not right about him.

Chapter 1 -Dreams


As I ran through the forest trying to breathe I had only one thing on my mind; and that was Kyle. I headed towards a old rickety barn deep in the woods outside of town the same place we had met. It was your average barn. Red with white trimming and a big x on its large doors but time had abandoned it and left it to rot. Its paint was peeled, and the wood seemed to be dying, the window shutters squeaked as they swung back and forth in the wind. I stood in front of it wondering what had drew me here in the first place and thought warmly of Kyle's hand on my cheek and his smile which gave me even more incentive to do what I came to do.

"Kyle! Kyle! Please come back to me! Don't let my father tare us farther apart!"I yelled running into the barn opening the door wide enough for me to fit through.

I gasped a bit as it took all of my strength to pry it open since it had been in disuse for so long. When I did get through I looked about for my dear Kyle in the dark surrounded by hay and the stale smell of the barn.

"Why did you come here?" I heard Kyle ask me as his silhouette appeared a yard in front of me, the moon bright and full in front of him letting me see only his back.

"You know me I never do as I'm told" I said smiling edging towards him.

"One of these days that's going to get you killed" He said in a kind of distant tone.

I looked down and fiddled with the ties of my petticoat and sadly said "I don't care about dying"

Before I could even look up Kyle had me by the wrist his deep clear gray eyes teary and his breath deep and cold with rage.

"Don't you ever say that!" He shouted in my face, his eyes sparked with ember only out of the stir of emotions he was having.

"So you do love me after all" I said with satisfaction making him drop my arms and briskly walk to the open glassless window of the barn staring up at the moon.

"Why do you take pleasure in making me act like a madman?" He asked me while still looking out at the luminescent sky.

I slowly walked towards his back playfully but fully aware of his primal senses and wrapped my arms around him from behind feeling the coldness of his body absorb the warmth of my touch as he took a deep breath and relaxed.

"It's only fair for you to feel the same way I do" I said gently to him as he squeezed my hand.

I breathed in the smell of the fresh rain and ripe peaches that Kyle always had as he turned and embraced me.

"You know I'll never leave you. No matter how much your father hates me or try's to destroy my name." Kyle said looking down at me with love in his eyes.

"I know and that's the reason I'm here. I want to run away with you" I said smiling and holding him close.

He tensed and without even having to look at him I could tell he was giving me a disapproving frown like he usually does when I say something out of the ordinary.

"Stella I love you more than life, but I'm not real. Don't live in your dream, it's no life I ever want you to lead Stella" He said gently kissing me on the cheek as I slowly began to wake up.

"Rise and shine! Its morning time" Came the cheery voice of my big brother as he threw a pillow at my head after bouncing around on my bed.

"You ruined a perfectly good dream" I said groggily as I buried my head in my pillow still feeling a bit of warmth on my cheek and wondering what kind of dream I just had.

"Oh had one of your kinky dreams again huh? Want me to give you some batteries and alone time?" Jason joked as I sat up and rolled my eyes at him.

"Why did I have a pervert like you living with me?" I asked him as I yawned and stretched trying to wake up.

He just smiled and opened my bedroom curtains revealing a bright whiteness that made me squint and shake from cold as I slowly grew to realize what it meant and Jason winked at me as I began to fully awaken.

"It's a snowstorm! No school! No work! No life!" He squealed as I jumped out of bed and hugged him jumping up and down in circles like little kids on Christmas morning.

Don't get me wrong I love my job. I work in a little shady cafe down the street that is home to poets and the usual Goth melancholy crowd but lately it has been draining me since I have to juggle that and going to school.

"So what was your dream about that made you smile so much?"Jason asked me when we sat down for breakfast.

He always was the nosy type but had a good sense of the deeper meaning in things so it would be good to tell him.

"It was about a guy named Kyle and we were totally in love" I said a smile crossing my face as I felt a tingle on my cheek.

"Wow you really need a boyfriend."Jason said sipping some mint tea.

"No I don't! He was wearing tights, and those weird tight old style button jackets, with his hair all shaggy" I said trying to remember what I watched before bed to see if it was the reason I had that dream.

"Was he hot?"Jason asked with a raised eyebrow over him tea cup.

I smiled shyly and said "yeah he was"

We both paused a minute looking at each other and began to laugh the whole time I was thinking to myself "what a great way to wake up"

That day we both decided to stay home and since it was cold, I did what was natural, I took a nap.

I found myself crying walking fast with no direction in mind. My father had said the most horrible thing to me that ran through my head with every tear that fell from my face.

"You are a disgrace to me and this family! If it was my choice I would of had another boy who would do as he was told and know his place in this family! Sometimes I just wish you were never born!" Those words will remain with me till my dying days.

"Don't worry father I'll make you proud."I said to myself looking at the thick rope I was nervously twisting about as I looked around at my surroundings and found a large barn in the distance.

As I took a closer look at the barn, I found that the door was covered with a large lock and chain, but luckily there was a opening large enough for my frame. When I looked around it seemed that the barn had been deserted and there was a large opening where a window should be. There were stairs on the side that went up to a landing that had a large beam across it.

"Perfect!" I said walking to the stairs getting the rope ready fueling myself to do my father's wishes for the first time in my life.

With every step the old wood of the stairs seemed to creak "die already" I found myself sweating but not afraid as I reached the landing and looked down. It was obvious that at one point there was a loft attached to the stairs but obviously they are gone now. I took deep breathes as I stood at the edge and threw the rope around a beam that was above me.

"No one will find my body, and no one will care" I said to myself as I tied a noose and put it around my neck securely.

I looked up at the roof and spread my arms out as I lifted one leg out and over the edge of the landing making it so all I had to do was jump forward and it would all be over. I sighed and was surprised I was not crying or scared.

"Why should I care anymore?" I asked jumping forward as the barn door opened.

I was dangling in midair swinging to and fro grabbing at the noose which was around my throat gasping for air as I felt my own body weight pulling it tight around me. I looked down to see who had interrupted me and found a young man standing underneath me. He had bright green eyes, short blond hair, and a smirk of pure delight.

"I'm sorry miss to interrupt but I do not permit suicide of young girls." I heard him say as I slowly felt my body go numb and everything grow dim.

Suddenly I heard only one creak of the stairs and heard a sharp rip of my rope as he threw a knife at it and jumped 10 feet off the landing to catch me as I fell. I was coughing uncontrollably as I pushed the noose off my neck gasping for air. I found myself shaking and my neck felt so raw and cold. He held me still in his arms staring at me as if I was a baby animal he had just lured to him.

"If you don't mind I would like for you to put me down and let me be on my way" I told him between coughs.

He laughed and gingerly put me down on my feet looking me up and down.

"Thank you " I said as I curtsied and fell down.

"Ha! No wonder you can't even kill yourself correctly. You can't even stand!" He laughed

I looked at him as if he was a lunatic as my eyes began to adjust and my sight was back. If he wasn't laughing at me so much I would of found him to be handsome. That is if he wasn't laughing. He was bent over still taking joy from my attempt as I tried to ignore him and looked at the rope which he had cut.

"Can I even die correctly?" I asked myself as I felt my eyes begin to tear.

"Ha. Oh what's wrong? You are too young to have any reason to want to end your life before it has even begun" He said seriously.

I looked up at him then stood up weakly and turned to leave. There was no reason for me to stay and shame myself anymore.

"Let me guess a boy? No wait you seem not to be so promiscuous; a man? Your father perhaps?" He asked making me flinch when he said "father."

"Oh so you're a daddy's girl. What did he do? Not give you the dress you wanted so badly?" He mocked.

I turned and looked him dead in the face angry that a total stranger would think I was anything like the girls who care for nothing but their pathetic looks.

"I will have you know that why I was here is none of your business, and that you could accuse me of being so naive as to end my life for a dress is not only rude, but unfounded, and stereotypical of girls my age. Now if you will excuse me I will get off your property in peace" I said annoyed turning again to leave.

"No don't leave!" He yelled to me making me stop in my tracks.

"Why should I not leave? Does my pain amuse you so much?" I asked still upset with him.

"I am deeply sorry miss. I do not get many visitors and the fact my one visitor I do get is trying to kill herself; well I find it deeply ironic."He said with a smirk.

I took a deep sigh and rolled my eyes as I walked back and sat down on a dusty and somewhat moldy block of hay that was near the open window frame.

"My name is Luke "He said bowing gracefully again.

"And what by chance would your name be?"He asked.

I stood up modestly and curtsied again saying" I am Stella Parkers.

"Oh I've heard of your family isn't your father a priest?" He asked me.

I sat back down in a huff and nodded yes.

"Wow well now see why you wanted to hang yourself" He said quite rudely.

"You have no idea." I said as I quickly stood up after seeing an insect try to crawl on my hand from inside the hay.

"Is it true what they say about priest daughters?"He asked gliding towards me with a come hither look in his eyes.

I smiled at him sweetly and faced him eye to eye.

"Yes it is true. Any man who tries to touch us gets hell on earth" I said surprised he didn't even flinch but instead stared off behind me.

"You should go your fathers looking for you" He said making me turn to look behind me.

"I didn't hear anything" I said turning back to him but he was gone.

I stared up at Niceville High, a knot of worry settling in my stomach as I considered another year of school stuck there. Not for the first time, I wished I'd stayed at home in bed.

Only the thought of having more weird dreams about random guys got me out of bed and of course seeing my best friend for the first time after eight long weeks of being separated moved me forward, into the masses of students reuniting after the summer holidays.

I tried to tune out my chattering classmates as I searched over their heads, looking for his face. It didn't take me long to spot him towering over the rest of the crowd, and I wondered grumpily if he'd grown again since I'd seen him last year. His gaze searched the crowd too, scanning the faces of our peers, seeking mine.

Waving my arm over my head, I wished - not for the first time - that I was taller than my five feet and four inches, and I grew increasingly impatient as he continued to look in every direction but mine.

After what seemed like an age, his gaze finally fell on my waving arm, and his face broke into a familiar grin. Striding through the crowd, students stumbled hurriedly out of his way, clearing a pathway between us. I returned his grin enthusiastically, throwing my arms around his neck. Conner hugged my tightly, lifting my feet off the ground and fighting laughter as I struggled against his bear hug. After several long moments he released me, and I sucked in air, wondering if he'd left bruises across my ribs--it wouldn't be the first time. Leaning into him, I punched him lightly on the arm.

"Don't think you're ever leaving me again!" I pouted; putting on what I imagined was my sternest voice. He laughed, ruffling my hair with his hands.

"You take it up with Matthew next time he feels the need to go on an overseas adventure with me in tow. You know what he's like, love, there really wasn't any arguing with him once he'd made up his mind about Europe," he chuckled again, apparently amused by the pout on my face.

"Take me with you next time then," I whined, glaring up at him, fuming. "It's not like I wouldn't have gone with you, you could have at least told me you were leaving. I almost died of boredom home alone all summer!"

Pulling me back into a bear hug, Conner spoke into my ear: "Next time, I promise."

Pushing him away I poked my tongue out insolently, but it wasn't long before my cheeks tugged the corners of my mouth back into a smile; I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed him.

"Good," I grinned, having gotten my way so easily. I wasn't really mad at him anyway, not after I hadn't seen him for two long months. Linking my arm with his, I dragged Conner through the crowd and towards the school. I made it halfway there before I saw him, standing alone by the huge double doors into the main foyer, a piece of paper in one hand and a schoolbag in the other.

I glanced around me and realized that I wasn't the only one who was staring; we didn't get a lot of new students to our school. Two girls I'd known since prep were whispering behind their hands to each other, their eyes glued to this new addition to our peer group.

I could certainly see what drew their stares along with the majority of the other students standing around--he was unlike anyone I'd ever seen in our tiny town; with skin the color of milk and dark hair that was so perfectly messy it couldn't possibly be accidental. He was tall and lean, on the verge of looking unhealthy, and dark, bruise like semi-circles sat under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His jaw was sharply angled, and his cheekbones were high and obvious under his perfectly unblemished, pale, almost translucent complexion.

All of these things combined made him undeniably the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and my breath caught as I surveyed his elegant features. He stared across the student body with a slight scowl marring his features, as if starting at a new school bored him.

I felt a tugging at my sleeve and I dragged my gaze from his angelic perfection to face Conner. I felt irritation cross my face but quickly suppressed it at Conner's expression, his eyes tight as he stared up at the new boy, his brow creased. I only had a moment to wonder what the reason behind his stare was, before the first bell rang, signaling five minutes until the start of classes.

Carefully arranging my features into a blank expression, I linked back up with Conner and moved forwards past the whispering girls and their sullen looking boyfriends, towards the main doors. Making sure not to look at him, I strode past where the new boy stood and into the main building, pulling Conner with me. As we walked through the doors I couldn't help but wonder how this boy with his airbrushed features would impact on life at Niceville High; it was obvious already that the whole school would be talking about him.

Walking to the notice board across the room I quickly checked my classes against Conner's and was dismayed to find that we shared only two; literature and history.

Dragging my feet I walked alone towards the science building for my physics class, focusing on trying to recall Newton's Third Law and coming up blank.

Arriving at the cramped science room, I peered in to see my least favorite teacher, Mr. Momohara, setting up what looked unmistakably like a slideshow. A disappointed sigh escaped my lips, and I backed away from the door, looking for any excuse not to enter the room.

After several minutes of watching my classmates walk past me with identical resigned expressions on their faces, I decided that I'd left it long enough, and turned to drag myself into the classroom.

Walking through the doorway I could almost feel the weight of the stares of everyone in the room turned to watch me, and I felt hot blood rush to my face. I stared at my feet, instantly regretting waiting so long to go in. I made it halfway to my seat at the back of the classroom before I realized I wasn't, in fact, the object of everyone's attention. I turned where I stood to see the boy from earlier standing in the doorway, the same bored expression he'd had outside the school playing across his face as he looked briefly over the classroom before turning to Mr Momohara, handing him a slip of paper.

"Ah, Mr. DeNine," he said gruffly, his eyes passing over the boy and stopping at his face, his expression slightly taken aback. "I trust you have the necessary literature?" he asked, nodding approvingly at the textbooks the boy pulled from his schoolbag. "Take a seat wherever you like then, and let me know if you're having any trouble with the coursework," he droned, turning his attention to the roll on his desk and proceeding to bark each name down the list.

Realizing that I was still standing staring at the new boy, I quickly moved to take my seat at the back of the classroom. Pulling my books from my bag, I answered my name as it was called, and waited as he moved down the list towards the S's while I watched the new boy out of the corner of my eye.

He walked down the aisle to take the seat in front of mine, and I couldn't control the feeling of disappointment as his eyes slid over me without stopping. He sat down and I knew that I wasn't the only person sneaking glances at him, waiting for Mr. Momohara to read his name off the roll.

Finally, Suzie Ryan's name was read out, and silence fell as everyone in the room listened for the first name of this mysterious boy.

"Sebastian DeNine?"

The classroom was silent as everyone turned to stare at Sebastian, fitting this name to the newest addition to our year level. He looked up from his textbook, the bored expression never leaving his face.

"Present," he answered, in a voice like honey, and I couldn't stop myself from gaping at the way that one word seemed to ring around the room. I glanced around, and was relieved to see that I wasn't the only one wide eyed and staring.

For several seconds the classroom was silent, then Mr. Momohara called out the next name on the roll, and the chatter of my classmates started up again slowly, and within a minute it appeared that everyone had forgotten about Sebastian. The only giveaway was that every few minutes someone would turn in their chair unsubtly to sneak a glance at him. I even saw Mr. Momohara staring at him a few times, failing to keep the curiosity out of his expression.

I stared at the back of Sebastian's head, rolling the name around inside my own. Sebastian. I smiled to myself, nodding mentally. He definitely looked like a Sebastian. For the rest of the class I couldn't make myself concentrate on my physics work, I just sat watching him, transfixed.

The bell sounded for the end of the period and I gathered my things together, taking my time as I watched Sebastian from the corner of my eye, even pausing by the doorway, shamelessly pretending to search through my bag for something. From the corner of my eye I saw Brooke Dawson--one of the "popular" girls in our grade--sauntering slowly up to his desk.

Standing in front of him, she brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes, and I could barely suppress a chuckle as I watched her growing impatience, the seconds ticking as he failed to acknowledging her. Clearing her throat she rested her hands on her hips, annoyance flitting across her perfectly balanced--and in my opinion, perfectly bland--symmetrical features.

Finally he looked up at her, and I could see her quiet outrage as his bored expression didn't change in response to her long legs and blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" he asked in that same honeyed tone, one eyebrow raised now as he watched her from where he stood.

"Oh, well, I just wanted to introduce myself, my name's Rachel, Rachel Dawson," she said, her usually confident giggle coming out a squeak. "Um, if you need someone to show you around or anything..." she trailed off, her pale cheeks flushing as she seemed to forget what it was she'd intended to say.

"Bye," she said after a moment, staring at him for a second before turning away. I watched her walk briskly past me out of the classroom and this time didn't quite manage to suppress a laugh.

Sebastian turned where he was standing to stare at me, and I was shocked by the color of his eyes: a clear gray, quite unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The corners of his mouth twitched up, and I found myself returning his smile. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped, his eyes locked behind me, all traces of laughter instantly gone from his face.

I turned and saw Conner standing in the doorway. His face was stormy as he stared back at Sebastian, his jaw set at right angles. I looked from one to the other, confused at this mutual animosity. I felt my face burning as they turned their stares on me; Conner beckoning me to the doorway and Sebastian with an almost vacant expression that I didn't understand.

I pulled my schoolbag onto my back and hurried out the doorway after Conner, forcing myself to not look back at Sebastian and his strange gray eyes.

As I walked to the canteen with Conner, I could feel his gaze focused intently on me. "What?" I snapped, feeling oddly on edge, trying to get the image of Sebastian's staring eyes out of my mind.

"So you met the new student then?" Conner asked casually, casting a quick glance behind us, back towards the classroom. Following his gaze I saw Sebastian standing in the hallway, watching us, and a shiver ran through my body. Something about his penetrating gaze was really creepy.

"Not exactly," I shrugged. "I haven't spoken to him or anything. I saw him reject Rachel Dawson though," I grinned, an image of her stricken face flashing through my mind. "What was with look he was giving you, though?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him. "I mean, you've never met him before, have you?"

Conner's face gave nothing away, and he just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think so. He didn't seem very friendly though, did he?" He laughed quietly; a strangely dark sound.

We arrived at the large hall where the canteen was and moved to our usual table next to the wall. I sat with my back to the rest of the school as they took their own seats, and Conner dropped onto the bench across the table from me. I looked around at the laughing groups of our peers and smiled to myself; Conner was all the friendship I needed.

A familiar piercing giggle came from behind me, and I turned in my seat, already dreading who I knew would be standing there.

"Hi Conner!" Amanda, Brooke's dim Best Friend for Life, grinned toothily at Conner, ignoring me entirely.

"Hello Amanda," Conner replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat under her beaming gaze.

"How were your holidays?"

"Conner went to England with his big brother!" I enthusiastically provided before Conner could so much as open his mouth. Amanda's eyes darted to me momentarily before they settled back on Conner.

"Wow! England? That's super interesting!" she bubbled, directing her words to Conner as if he'd been the one to answer her question. I watched her incredulously; amazed at the way her painted red lips drew back over her teeth as she spoke in an uninterrupted smile. "Anyway," she continued, barely pausing for breath, "I'm throwing this huge party on Saturday, and it'd be so super if you could come!"

"Oh, that's really nice of you Amanda, but I've actually already made plans with Stella for Saturday," Conner spluttered, his expression stricken.

"Well, Stella's totally invited too, of course," Amanda said, still managing to ignore me. The pause before she'd answered was barely noticeable, but her eyebrows had drawn slightly lower over her eyes as she'd said it.

"We'd love to come!" I said, grinning at Conner across the table. He stared back at me, his expression pained. Amanda pouted for a moment at her conversation being interrupted a second time, but then she grinned, apparently realizing that she'd gotten her way.

"Super! Umm, I'll see you on Saturday then! Bye Conner!" She turned without a second glance at me, and I poked my tongue out at her back as she ran off to join Brooke. Girls like Amanda were the reason I'd hated the first seven years of my schooling. Frizzy red hair and glasses hadn't exactly made me popular with that crowd in primary school, and it only took a few people thinking you were a weirdo and before long the whole grade thought so too. In the past couple of years I'd swapped the glasses for contacts and discovered the hair straightener, but by that point I think it had been written too deeply into my genetic makeup to have any real effect.

Conner, on the other hand, was an entirely different case. When I'd first met him, he was a gangly twelve-year-old with acne and one of the worst bowl-cuts I've ever seen. In the past five years, he'd grown about a foot and filled out in the chest and shoulders. He'd even found a decent hairdresser who'd managed to tame his golden curls into something that seemed to make most girls swoon. It didn't make any difference to me of course, he was still the same gawky twelve year old in my eyes, but the rest of the girls in our year seemed to have different ideas.

Amanda wasn't the only girl who'd been coming up to Conner and inviting him to all kinds of things, but whether it was one-on-one movie dates or crowded parties, his reply was always the same. I asked him why he adamantly refused every girl who asked, even the ones who weren't Barbie dolls, but he just said that he wasn't interested. This answer always made me roll my eyes and insist that he was a boy, so if a pretty girl asked him out then there was no such thing as "not interested". But he just laughed and said that one day I'd understand.

Conner was far from laughing right now though; in fact he looked fairly peeved. I just grinned, drawing my lips back over my teeth as far as they'd go and batting my eyelashes at him in my best imitation of Amanda. Apparently he didn't find it as funny as I did.

"Why'd you do that, Stella?"

"Well she asked me so nicely and all, I just couldn't say no!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes at me. "You know we have to actually go now, don't you?"

"It was worth it," I replied defiantly, but already I was regretting opening my mouth. Just the thought of going to one of Amanda's parties was painful. A sudden idea popped into my head, and I grinned unwittingly.

"You're actually smiling? You've just doomed us both to a night in Amanda's company, and you're smiling?"

I wiped the smile off my face, knowing full well that Conner wouldn't approve of the reason behind it.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, just for the experience of it," I replied lightly, trying to pull him out of his gloom. He was no fun to be around like this.

"Whatever, Stella."

I shrugged, rolling my eyes at him. He could be such a drama queen when it came to girls.

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