Demon in my View
CHAPTER 3
ANNE confronted Jessica as soon as she walked in the front door. "You're late."
"Sorry," Jessica answered sardonically. "They love me so much, they asked me to stay a bit longer."
"Jessica ... on the first day of school?" Anne's voice was heavy with disappointment.
"Learn the art of sarcasm," Jessica suggested. "I needed to walk off some energy, so I swung by the woods on my way home."
"Thank god." Anne smiled and started to fill out the forms that the school had mailed home. An awkward moment went by in silence.
"Anything interesting happen at school?" Anne asked eventually, though Jessica could tell that her mind was not on the question.
"Nope," Jessica answered absently as she searched through her bag for a letter one of her teachers had given out for parents. She handed it to Anne.
After scanning the letter, Anne asked, "How are your teachers?"
"Fine."
"That's nice."
As usual, their conversation was more of a mandatory social gesture than a method of communication. Anne and Jessica had learned long before that they had nothing in common and had little chance of ever engaging in a truly twosided talk about anything. Occasionally one actually paid attention to what the other was saying, but such circumstances usually led to arguments.
Another moment of silence ensued.
"I'm going to my room," Jessica announced finally. Leaving her backpack on the couch, she went upstairs and into the dimly lit cavern she had created for herself.
The windows were covered by heavy black curtains, and the shades were down. A small beam of light squeezed underneath the curtains, but that was all.
The bed, which was little more than a mattress on wheels, had been pushed into a corner. The sheets and comforter were black, as were all but one of the pillows. The exception was deep violet and made of fake suede. Anne had bought the pillow for Jessica several years ago, when she had still been attempting to influence the girl's tastes. Besides the pillow and Jessica's magenta Lava lamp, there was little else in the room that wasn't black.
A laptop computer and printer stood out brightly against their dark surroundings. They sat atop a black wooden desk, which they shared with a strewn assortment of floppy disks. The computer was one of the few things Jessica cherished. Here, in the shadowed niche she had created for herself, she churned out the novels that had been her escape from the world since she moved to Ramsa.
The twenty-nine manuscripts that she had written in the past five years, the brown envelopes that held her contracts for two of them, and a few copies of the published book Tiger, Tiger were the only other non-black objects in the room.
It had been only two years earlier that she had first begun the search for a publisher; she could hardly believe how quickly things had gone since. Her first book, Tiger, Tiger, had been released about a week before, under the pen name Ash Night. The second one, Dark Flame, was presently sitting on her editor's desk awaiting the woman's comments.
Jessica flopped down onto her bed and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes ideas for her books would strike as she lay like this, staring into oblivion, but usually they came from her dreams.
Even while she was writing, it was as if she was in a dream - one which her waking mind did not understand. She never quite knew what was happening in any of the numerous novels that she was working on at any given time. But she had learned not to read the manuscripts until they were finished. The only time she had broken that pattern, the flow of words had abruptly stopped. That had been the only story she disliked. The scenes written after she had read it seemed forced and unnatural. Trying to think them up had been a chore.
She didn't realize that she had drifted into sleep until she was awakened by Anne's knock on her door.
"Jessica?"
"What?" she asked tiredly.
"It's dinnertime," Anne announced. "Are you going to come down? "
Jessica closed her eyes for a moment more and then got up and turned on her computer.
"I'm not hungry," she called to Anne. "Go ahead and eat without me."
"Jessica-"
"I'll eat later, Anne," she snapped. Normally she would have at least joined Anne for dinner, just to maintain the illusion of a familial relationship. But when she was in the mood to write, that pull was stronger than her desire to get along with her adopted mother.
Demon in my View
CHAPTER 2
"HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAY of school?" Caryn's mother asked as soon as the girl entered the kitchen.
Caryn's mother, Hasana Rashida, was a slightly plump, attractive woman with hair of a rich brown, cropped in a serious yet flattering style. She was obviously tired from her day at the bookstore, of which she was the new manager, so Caryn decided not to bother her with details of the icy putdowns she had received that morning.
"It wasn't awful," she answered instead as she fished a spoon from the silverware drawer and went to serve herself some ice cream.
The thought of Jessica made her uneasy. There was something in Jessica's aura that she hadn't been able to identify-something darker than normal. At first, it had almost kept Caryn from approaching. After only one day, she could see that it also kept other students away.
Of course, that was logical. Caryn wouldn't have been in this town if Jessica had been a normal high-school student.
Caryn had tried despite her unease to get to know Jessica, more because the girl had seemed so alone than because Caryn had been asked to do so.
Prompted by these thoughts, she asked, "Where's Dominique?"
Hasana sighed. "She left to deal with some trouble involving her daughters, but she should be back soon."
Dominique Vida was one of the few people who could give Caryn the chills just by entering the room. She was the leader of the oldest living line of witches, and her power was impressive. She was the one who had tracked down Jessica's address and maneuvered Caryn and Hasana into this town, finding a house for them and employment for Hasana in less than two weeks.
Either despite this power or because of it, the woman was emotionally cold as ice in almost any situation. She needed to be: Dominique Vida was a vampire hunter. She could not allow emotion to cause hesitation in a fight.
If anyone else had asked Caryn to move into this town, where she could barely breathe for the aura of vampires, she would have refused. But Dominique was the leader of all four lines of witches, including the Smoke line - Caryn's own.
Dominique could order Caryn to go into the vampires' lairs alone, and Caryn would do so or risk losing her title as a witch. As antisocial as Jessica seemed to be, at least watching the writer didn't seem dangerous.
Following the same train of thought as her daughter, Hasana asked, "Did you meet Jessica? "
"Yes. She hated me on sight," Caryn answered gloomily. "And considering how she's treated, I'm not surprised."
Caryn had been shocked at the way Jessica's classmates seemed to view her-as if she was a poisonous spider. One of them, an athletic senior who'd been flirting with Caryn only a few minutes before, had called Jessica a witch. Hurt by his words, Caryn had needed to swallow an argument; Jessica was further from being a witch than the boy who had made the accusation.
Caryn glanced down at her bowl, her appetite gone. Her ice cream was melting.
Twilight Movie Night
Iaf så var det skitkul XD Men man satt liksom där o tänkte... kunde dom nt ha börjat me den tredje filmen först eftersom att den e nyast... men det e ju såklart att när det e maraton så ska man börja från 1 filmen till den sista... XD
Det var allt från me denna gång
byebye // Sandra
Tisdag o Onsdag XD
Sen kom min lillebror dit helt utan att ringa elr ngt men det var roligt och vi kollade på mumien 1... så nu har jag äntligen sett alla mumien filmer lol
I dag (onsdag) har jag varit i Stan med Jassa... men det blev inte så mycket shoppning eftersom att vi varken hade mycket pengar elr ork. Fast det var jag som inte hade mycket ork fr att min lillebror o min Kusin Navid väckte mig genom att dom satte igån att spela spel på playstationet... typ därvid 9 - 10 på morgonen nån gång... o det e ganska tidigt för mig för att jag sover helst till 11, går upp o tar ut hunde o sen sover till 12 - 13 något innan jag går upp helt och hållet lol
men iaf
här e lite bilder från dagarna:
Tisdag: Skolavslutningen
Onsdag: En mimare på drottninggatan
The Short second life of Bree Tanner
Så här står det på baksidan av boken:
He crouched on the roof, one hand gripping the edge.
All that strange friendliness disappeared, and he
was a hunter. That was something I Recognized,
something I was comfortable with
because I understood it.
I turned off my brain. It was time to hunt.
I took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of the blood
inside the humans below. They weren't the only
humans around, but they were the closest.
Who you were going to hunt was the kind of decision
you had to make before you scented your prey.
It was too late now to choose anything.
Älskar den XD
Läste klart den på en natt... o ja jag e ett bokfreak!!! lol
Dom som tycker om Twilight serien vet kanske att i Eclipse så är Bree Tanner med. Man får se henne bli en vampyr i filmen. i eclipse boken får man bara läsa en kort stund om henne.
Här är en bild på Jodelle Ferland som spelar Bree i den kommande Eclipse filmen som har premiär den 30 juni.
Ses i biografen om ni är ett fan XD
//Sandra
