Starbright: Chapter Three by ImmortalShande, literature
Literature
Starbright: Chapter Three
CHAPTER THREE // MONDAY MORNING, HESITATE
I hate Mondays. Back to school after a weekend. I especially hate Mondays, however, when Ive only had a few hours sleep. Dad turned on my light, and, reluctantly, I sat up, pulled from my blissful reverie. I wasnt really sure that last night had actually happened, at least until Dad launched into me.
Natasha Alessandra Wyatt, do you have any idea how worried I was last night? You were out way past curfew. When Rogar carried you through the front door I nearly flipped. You better be glad I trust that boy. He told me you fell asleep in the car. Is that right?
I didn
Starbright: Chapter Two by ImmortalShande, literature
Literature
Starbright: Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO // HOMECOMING
It was a couple of weeks before I was allowed to come home from the hospital. Frustratingly, it would be longer before I could do anything much my thigh was being held together by bits of metal and about a million tiny, neat stitches, and I was on crutches for the first time in my life, so Dad followed me everywhere, and when it wasnt Dad, it was the man who what seemed like a million years ago I called my beautiful stranger Rogar. Or he would carry me, which was surprisingly much faster (and Im pretty fast on crutches). I still wasnt entirely sure if what had happened at the hospital
Starbright: Chapter One by ImmortalShande, literature
Literature
Starbright: Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE // CONSCIOUSNESS IS OVERRATED
Tasha, sweet, wake up.
I knew that voice, and obeyed it, having nothing better to do, and nearly died of shock when I realised I was covered in blood and aching from head to toe but my left thigh was particularly painful. I hated to think that Id broken it, but unfortunately I had done that and more. It took me a while to realise that the man standing at my side was my father, and the man facing the wall but obviously studying something was a doctor. A moment later, I recognised said doctor and was much relieved, but at the same time rather pissed off. Damn it, I
Starbright: Prologue by ImmortalShande, literature
Literature
Starbright: Prologue
PROLOGUE // ROGAR
Pacing restlessly through my house (mainly up and down the stairs), I felt the crumpling metal, the panic and the pain before I heard the two vehicles collide at speed outside. I threw a wistful look in the mirror at my designer clothing, noticing as I did so that my eyes were so black I couldnt see the distinction between pupil and iris. Not good.
This had to be a head-on accident, lots of blood I could smell it already and I was desperately in need of a good meal. Not helping was not an option, but the alternative would be dangerous not only for the poor people involved, one of whom smelled par
Fire. Flames, licking eagerly at the blackening walls, turning everything red as blood. Alarms scream their unheard warning as burning embers flee the hellish storm all the while, the fire devours its unsuspecting prey. The wind howls its final lament, doing nought to dim the blaze. Tendrils of heat spread through the living room; the television, still sparking, confesses silently to the crime.
Other than the spreading inferno, nothing moves. Nothing has moved. As the hot liquid dripping from the melting air conditioner hits the carpet, other, smaller blazes spring up on the floor, speeding furiously through the hallway and up the wal