Alice; small changes

Almost Alice

Alice. Alice. Aaaaallllllliiiiicccccccceeeee! The voice inside her head shreeked. Alice awoke from the dream and looked around the room panting. The door to her closet was barely cracked. It hadn't been when she closed her eyes. Alice, Alice open the door. Let me in. I won't bite. Hard. The voice seemed to laugh, wildly insane peels of laughter. She flung her hands up over her ears and covered them, curling up in a ball. Go away! Please! She thought back desperately, on the verge of tears. The voices never stopped, always whispering to her at night when she awoke from vivid dreams of a beautiful castle garden. She never told anyone about it, she knew she was insane and therefore no one else should know. She figured if she thought that enough and believed it, it would come true.

A new voice started whispering to her, a calm and innocent voice, almost motherly where the other had be a harsh mockery of a male. Darling, close the door. Go back to sleep. He won't come back tonight. It's ok . Then almost as an after thought; Alice we aren't here to scare you or hurt you. You aren't crazy. You're special, Alice. With that both voices receded and she knew she was alone in her mind. Her thoughts were her own. Alice whimpered once and dropped her hands, sitting up shakily. She glanced at her closet door. On the floor was a single black rose. Not true black of coarse, but such a deep red swirled with purple in looked black. Especially in the darkness.

She couldn't help it. She slid out of her bed and tip-toed across the cold floor to where it layed. She picked it up, carefully not pricking her fingers on the thorns, and lifted it towards her nose. A spicy, almost forbidden smell lingered on the petals. She smiled and shook her head as she rose from the floor, shutting the closet door tightly. Beams of sunlight had just began to seep through her thick curtains. She bit her lip and drew the curtain back, wincing as the light hit her eyes. She cracked the window with her free hand and dropped the rose out with the other. Before it fell the short three stories it crumbled in the light and disappeared completely. Yes, she had truely lost her mind.

And hour later she had pushed the incident to the back of her mind and was rushing out the door. Her dark hair lung in thick , volumous blue-black curls down her spine almost to her tailbone. Wind whipped at it cruely, the cold seeping through her thin layers of clothing. Her shoes were thick black leather with daring heels that evaded the snow covering the sidewalks. Her legs were covered by thin creamy tights and the short stripe of a dark jeaned mini skirt. Her arms where covered in a black cable knit sweater and furry cream jacket. Around her neck a scarlet scarf hung past her thighs. Despite the cold sun still poured down into her eyes. She fished her sunglasses out of her bag and slid them into place across her saphire eyes. She grinned. Yes, she might be insane but she was going to look good while losing it.

Alice Milace. All dressed up withhhh no whhhhhere to go. Come play in Wonderland , little girl. Her steps faltered. The voice never spoke to her during the day. I have class. Go away. She didn't sound confident in her mind anymore, she sounded scared and defensive. Why won't you accept us? Don't you know you're Ki- He dropped off in the middle of the sentence. Go to class, dear. Don't worry about him or me for that matter. Don't open the closet. Alice was confused, she had just reached the main hallways of her school. Was she not suppose to open her closet door at home? She was no where near it.... Her thought trailed off. In front of her was a janitor's closet. Pinned to the door was a single black rose imprinted with a scarlet A. A for Alice.

I'm crazy. Completely insane. No point in denying it Alice. She thought bitterly. She had shrugged off her coat and scarf, leaving all of her creamy tights and thin sweater visible. She hadn't removed the glasses though. Her teacher, Mr. Karena, watched her along with all of her fellow senior boys and even some girls. She smirked.

"You're late again, Miss Martin."

"Sorry Mr. K, my mom isn't here to wake me up."

"You know I wasn't..."

"Don't, sir. Either give me a slip or continue. Please."

He swallowed heavily and shook his head, shuffling the papers on his desk. Her mother had been dating him when she died three years ago. He, like her, hadn't moved on. She didn't mind throwing it up in his face, she was upset. She looked down at her books in front of her and gasped. Before her the blank page bloomed into a single black rose, a scarlet A on the petal. The room disappeared and her thoughts clouded. How was this happening? How...

"Alice? Alice, can you share your copy of Jane Eyre with Mr. Romanov here?" Mr. Karena motioned to a dark figure in the door.

"Huh?" Alice sounded like she had just woken up.

"Have you not payed any attention to what's going on around you? We have a new student, Mr. Andreas Romanov. He needs a copy of the book but I can't get him one now. Will you share with him since you'll be sitting beside each other? " He now motioned to the only empty seat which was between her and a wall.

She watched as the boy stepped forward. Long, jagged spikes of white-blond hair spilled into his eyes.... eyes that where pure purple fire. Literally purple. Sarcastic smile revealing perfect white teeth, a tall, lithe-y frame. He looked directly into her eyes, nevermind the darkest possible tint of her glasses. "I hope it's not a problem, Alice. " He grinned, but Alice felt ice slide down her spine. The Voice. He was the boy inside her head.

She froze and felt all the color drain from her face. It seemed to make him happy; seeing her panic as her brain realized the impossible. She hated that smirk on his perfectly full lips. Hello, Alice. Nice to see you, face-to-face. `His voice was heavily laddened with the amusement of a tormentor catching its prey. She became furious, so furious her fright and amazement dimmed and nearly went away. "Sure, Mr. K I don't mind. He can have it, I have my own." She shrugged and did the one thing no expected, took her glasses off and looked the boy dead in the eye. " It's no problem of mine." Her voice was colder than her eyes, which drilled into him. You haven't won, anything. She thought venomously. He just laughed silently and made his way towards his seat.

She shook out her hair and flipped it down over her shoulder, making a silky curtain between them. She stared down at the notebook paper that had been a rose. It was back to normal, only a scarlet A at the top made her believe it was real. How.... how was this even possible? He was real! And she wasn't crazy. Little girl, you really got to learn how to shield your thoughts. I could hear you a mile away. She turned her hair and saw him smirking. She bit her tongue and looked forward, trying to ignore everything around her.

The bell rang and Alice shot up from her seat, racing to the door. A snicker or two followed after her but she was already pushing her way down through the hallway, springing towards the glass doors leading out. She crashed through them and hit the cement steps in a sprint. At the last step she lept and landed on the sidewalk, already hooking her bag over both shoulders and plowing through the snow. A chill brushed up her spine and she rounded the corner. Before her stood the boy, Andreas. He was standing in a mini blizzard of ice crystals and sharp, bitter wind. He smiled cunningly and took a step forward.

"You run fast. I'm faster." He sneered, stepping even closer. She fell back a few steps and held up on pink hand. Her fingers were numb and her nose was burning, probably a lovely shade of red.

"I.. I don't know how it's possible but I just want you to stay away. Leave me alone." Her voice wavered in the beginning but hardened as she set her piercing eyes on him, trying melt him mentally into a puddle. He shrugged and shook his head sadly, his spiked hair falling into those magestic eyes.

"I can't leave you alone. My Qu- someone has me here to watch over you, Alice. You and I will be together for quite some time, like it or not." He looked up at her and she saw indecidition in his eyes, creating a gentle and almost shy appearance. "I am not here to hurt you.... or scare you. I was just.. having a little fun. "

Night&Day part 3

Love is my greatest weakness. Pain is my best friend. Literally. In this world we are all on our own. No matter how close you might think you are to someone its always possible that by the dawning light they'll be gone. I should know, right? I'm one that kills them. Seems odd right? You have no flippin' clue. I'm Danica, welcome to my life. If you knew what's best you'd run away now, before the nightmare drags you in and never lets go.

"Koray, Koray! Open your eyes dammit! Don't you dare try to leave me! Wake up!"

　

Chapter 1. The Beginning

I felt myself fall forwards out of the tall oak, but instead of opening my wings instantly like I should have I just kept falling. Before I fully realized it the ground was almost reaching me, the greedy night time darkness reaching up hungerly towards me. I laughed, shaking out my wings to their full extent, nearly 14 feet. The heavy winds of the storm yanked me up, the creatures that had been scuttling around in the dark completely frozen as they watched. I knew somewhere my brother waited for me, watching with that smirk on his pale lips as usual. I really hated him.

I pushed myself up on the strong currents, closing my eyes lightly, feeling the tiny tickling of my eyelashes on my cheeks. I heard him laugh. My eyes snapped open, instantly my pupils adjusting to the new darkness. I looked to my right and down, sure enough I saw him. We are literally Night and Day. He rules the day while I stalk the night. One thing I'm just starting to learn though, Day doesn't mean Light just as Night doesn't mean Darkness. As for looks, no one would guess we were twins until they looked into our eyes. Once you see the burning fire inside our eyes, saw the magestic switching of colors, you'd know we were different, you'd run away from us.

I've only seen our mother once, but when I did she told me we had witch eyes, eyes they told a story of the beginning. I was four then, not much really could reach me. Because, unlike my brother, I had no clue what we, what I was. Now, now I'm not so clueless. I smirked down at him, tucking my wings and falling straight down. My hair, long thick curls that looked black but were really various shades of dark purple and blue too, whipped around my face, falling softly down on my shoulders and spilling down my back as I landing gently on the tree branch beside him. He was lounging back on the branch, one long, lean, muscled leg falling carelessly over, one arm behind his head while the other plucked at the needles of a tree branch.

I growled softly at him and narrowed my eyes, grinning mischeviously. He looked unamused, his white-blond hair sticking up in a artisticly mused mess, the exact opposite of my dark curls. We were twins, yes, but our fathers....our fathers couldn't be more different. I, of coarse, lucky me, got the dark sides of that strain of DNA. He, like always, picked up on my thoughts and chuckled darkly. I shoved him over and layed beside him, looking up at the moon. He hissed in a breath, almost falling sideways out of the tree. I knew he was doing it for show, he could have stopped me from pushing him before I even moved. He was that powerful, but I knew no matter what I did, no matter what I said, he wouldn't hurt me. If only he loved me, maybe I'd hate him less. But no, he didn't love me. So therefore I loved him, but I hated him just the same.

I decided to be daring, I leaned over closer to Koray and layed my head lightly on his shoulder. He instantly stiffened, No One touched him. I bit down and swallowed my giggles, looking back up at the moon. To my utter astonishment, he lightly wrapped his arm around me, warning anything in the night not to touch me. He didn't need to, they knew who the night belonged to. It had been years since he touched me without extreme force causing him to. I smiled softly to myself and sighed quietly. It was times like this that I felt love towards him, almost always I confronted him with hate. Tonight would be the night things changed.

Forever, it had only been us. Our real parents, both sets of fathers and our mother, had been killed when we were little. Of coarse we knew that after the powers came but before we didn't. Well, I didn't. I can never decide if Koray is the same as myself when it comes to emotions and memories. He isn't the emotional type. Maybe I should tell you more about myself and let it run into our parents and him. As you already know, I have wings. I don't know many 17 year olds with wings. Most angels are older, A LOT older. Heres the biggest difference between Koray and I power wise, I am the only one that has Angel Blood.

When I say angel you think heavenly creature, wings, good feelings...all that. No, that is Not what angels are. Yes, they have wings. Yes, they are in heaven. No, they aren't all nice and pretty. No, they don't go around helping people. No. Thats bull. Angels are strong and crudely selfish, they are beautiful and lusting. They kill as much as they can heal. Never forget that. My father, well....he was the worst example for an angel. He was a Fallen, one of the four Princes of Hell. He gifted and cursed me with the deed to Night. Now I reach up and out of habit touch my neck, where a perfect cresent moon was "tattooed." It had been there since birth.

Koray noticed of coarse, and to my exended astonishment, touched his own neck in the exact same place where a sun was perfectly "tattooed." We had been bred for these powers, him owning the Day as I own the Night. I smiled and laughed, once again pushing it, and poked his neck. Instead of getting mad or possibly pushing me away he just poked me back, tracing the moon with the very tip of his finger. I shivered at how cold he was, leaning away from him slightly. He smirked and suddenly his skin was blazing, almost a burning hot. Thats when I realized I had been shivering, for quite some time now. Koray had known.

I bit my lip and leaned back against him, trembling softly as the extreme temperatures of our bodies mingled dangerously, his a burning fire, mine a deep, bone-chilling cold. I felt him smile against my hair as he rested his head in my curls. I snuggled into him and closed my eyes, pretending this was how things were. As long as I could pretend that he did love me nothing could touch me. Not the cold nor the past, Nothing. Koray traced his fingers down my arm and before I knew it I had fallen into a deep slumber, my head on his chest.

I awoke to the sounds of dawn, my hair easily falling into my eyes creating a curtain that let some of the pale morning haze wash over my face and sear my eyes. I yawned and then opened my eyes wider, feeling around me in alarm as I recalled how I fell asleep.

"Forget me eh, little sis?" Koray smirked, sarcasm heavily laddened in his tone. He sounded wide awake, as if he never slept. I gasped, jumping off the branch and flingling open my wings, hanging balanced in the air.

"You stayed? All night?" I sounded accusing and alarmed, all the better in his mind. He grinned, flashing perfectly straight white teeth that gleamed, and shrugged.

"I couldn't just dump you off my chest and hope you woke up before you hit the ground. I might have to carry you back home and, no offense, that's the last thing I want to do on my Saturday morning." He flownced off the branch, landing like a cat on his feet and disappearing between that second and the next.

I watched him, glaring fiercely at his back. This is why I hated him. See, despite his white-gold looks, Koray was all demon. Shocking right? Me, the angel, intertwined with the darkness of night like two puzzle pieces, was the angel. Koray, my beautiful golden knight of angelic light and saintly demean, was the demon. Our mother, well she knew what she was doing when she had us. She cursed us and gifted us with the best thing and the worst thing the universe has to give.

We are the last two keys to a world that could unlock two very difference outcomes for the world. You see, one of us will destroy the world with Pandora's Box... and one of us will bring humanity back to The Heavens. But we cannot do it without the other, and we cannot do one without causing th other. Koray doesn't know that I remembered that... he doesn't believe in me. I'll wipe that smirk off that beautiful face one day, he'll see me as his equal. Afterall, we are one and the same.

I just shake out my messy, tangled curls and bite my bottom lip, drawing in my anger. Soon enough I'm calm enough to land flat on the ground and begin walking towards town, some little bit of no where out in Nevada. Koray says it's important be stay here, keep a low profile. I think he's just mad that I love big cities and fit in. He always one to stick out like a black magic rose in the middle of a December snow storm. With that I shove him out of my head and stubbornly continue on, my keen senses expanded to monitor the area surrounding me.

Soon I realized I had miscalculated the distance, our little renderverous had in fact been a good two hours walk away from our house. Ugh. It's not like I could just fly home... A mischevious grin lights up my face as I crouch down and launch myself into the air, a good ten feet, waiting until I'm almost hitting the ground again to throw open my wings and let the wind carry me off. Up above the magnificant trees I can imagine things were like when we were little. See, growing up none of what we are, what I am, was ever discused. Of coarse we didn't have parents around but nothing was particularly 'magical' about us. Until we turned thirteen that is.

I reached the house and saw him laying across the bottom step, his head laying on his folded arms, his legs long legs dangled over the side and his eyes were half closed. "You're home." My voice was cold and disappointed. I hadn't wanted to see him here; I was planning to do something he wouldn't approve of.

"A little birdie told me to be here when you got here." Before I had taken a step forward he had stood and rushed me, grabbing my arms and pinning me against the side of the house. "Why. Were. You. Talking. To. That. Filthy. Half breed?" He was nose to nose with me, his lips skimmed back from his teeth in a snarl. I lashed out my foot and kicked him sharply in the knee, which allowed me enough time to get away from him while he looked at me in shock.

I look back at him and snorted, my anger boiling over. "Because he doesn't try to control me, he wants to help me. Unlike you." I was being truely nasty now but he deserved him. I felt guilty yet felt slightly satisfied when the color drained from his face, the blazing light in him beautiful eyes going out. "You don't own me Koray. You don't own me." I turned on my heel and stormed off back into the forest, unaware of shrill peels of laughter, clearly female laughter, that were left behind.

Chapter 2: What the hell are you doing here?

Koray dropped down on the steps and sighed heavily, running his hands backwards through his messy hair. He heard laughter, familiar laughter, but didn't think about it. He was worried about Danica, her thoughts had been angry and hurt when she left. Of coarse he felt the same things she did but he could compress it into the back of his mind and forget about it where she couldn't.

"What happened to you, Mozika, you look awful. Total cat died look."

His head snapped up, and his mouth fell open. Before him stood a girl, all legs and beautiful curves. She was tall, almost 5'8, and had pin straight blonde hair razor slashed around her face and spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes were covered by the darkest black sunglasses ever and what little bit of clothing she wore was a red leather dress, slit down low and barely covering her thighs. Her shoes were dark black motorcycle boots with chains dangling from the laces. Her scarlet-lip sticked lips curved up in a smile. "Long time no see, Rayhanne. " Koray stood up and hugged the girl, all too aware of how she curved around him like a snake. He pulled away. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled at him and shook out her hair, spiky bangs falling in her eyes. "Thought I'd come say hello. Is it a problem?" She smirked, a dangerous thing he knew. She perched herself on the edge of the step. He shook his head slightly and stood in front of her.

"Dancia wouldn't be pleased. You know she doesn't know about so much, she's still too young. I don't want her upset." A protective growl underlayed his words, a blaze returning to his glacier eyes. She smirked farther, a red lollipop appearing in her hand. She popped it into her mouth and began sucking at it.

"I don't care about that baby. I don't see why you bother, you're so different. Why don't you send her off with her daddy and let her grow up, then you could do what you're meant to." She removed her glasses, her eyes were pure gold. Slit cat-eyed pupils and barely any white. "Zaine and Kenzie miss you, ya know," She added in a small voice. He didn't fall for it.

"They could bother to show up at a meeting if that were so. Leave Danica alone, Rayhanne. I mean it." He half snarled the words, a bitterness settling in. she licks the lolli and waved her hand.

"I don't want the little witch. She's all yours." She snorted and looked deep into his eyes, trying to read him. "You love her so much. Wonder what your mother would say. Of coarse you dad's probably rolling around in his grave over it." She threw the stick over her shoulder, out into the grass. She watched him carefully, stalking his emotions. She stuck out her tongue out at him, streaked with dark red. He could just barely see her fangs wink out at him.

Sighing heavily Koray shook his head and growled softly at her. "Rayhanne get out. You know I don't want you around and Danica doesn't need to see you. Go." His voice was low and dangerous and his skin had taken a paler, some how more forbidding coloring. She just smirked and stood, knocking off invisible dirt from her short dress.

"Sure, sure. I'll go." And with that she turned on her heel and pranced away from him, only stopping when she got to the end of the drive way, and then and then only did she whisper something into her hand and giggle, another red loli appearing in her hand.

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Honestly I hated being mad at Koray. But when he tried to own me, posess me, I lost control. Of coarse less than twenty minutes later I regretted yelling at him. The look on his face constantly popped up, that pain so apparent I felt sick. With a angry sigh I turned around and began stalking back through the forest. I froze when I reached the edge of the forest where the trees thinned and gave way to our house. I heard a girl laugh. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt tears well up in my eyes.

Why.... I wiped at the hot blood-red tears that stained my cheeks and frowned. Why was I crying? So what, Koray had a girl over? What was my problem? I growled and made up my mind to just leave him alone with her. Right as I huffed and twirled around, crouching to jump into the air I heard him growl. Koray never, ever growled unless something was horribly wrong. I whipped back around and took off running.

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With a smirk Rayhanne put her hands on her hips and looked down at Koray. Ignorant wanker. She snorted and nudged his head with the toe of her boot. Blood trickled out of his mouth and made a puddle on the cement. Ouch. She was known for two things: Her adatious flirty behavior and the flimy past of her vampirac background. Little of the world knew she was a direct desendant of the First Witch. She was a catalyst for destruction. Carefully she bent over and poked his chest, a faint and flickering heartbeat still remained. Straightening back up she tossed her thick hair over her shoulder and discarded the lollipop stick from her hand and raised a booted foot over his face. Grinning at her acomplishment of a spell she just begun the deathly blow when a infuriated, powerful, scream rang out and paralized her mid-strike.

"Uzyskaj od niego możesz czarownica! Co ma zrobić z moim bratem! I kill you!" Danica's cry came from the house, where she was perched on the tip of roof. Her thick hair streamed out behind her in long rivets and her icy eyes blazed with a unnatural glow. Rayhanne smirked and set her foot on the ground, looking up.

"Little girl, you do not scare me. Now run away like a good girl and let me finish what I came for, alright?" She smiled sweetly and cocked her head to the side, honestly meaning her words. Danica spat and rose into a standing position, holding her hand out in a come-get-it gesture. Both girls smiled and with a snarl lept for each other.



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I bunched up my muscles up and jumped, doing a front hand spring that left me standing inches from the other girl. Before the blonde girl that had Koray could respond my leg lashed out and up, a round the house kick that struck her face and connected meatily with her face. Flipped backwards I skipped back and watched her, a preditory grin on my lips. She snarled and nodded slightly, her eyes turning a molten gold. Her fangs slid down and pierced her lip.

"Alright wench. You surprised me. Didn't think you had it in you." Her words died off as she lept for me, her hands going for my hair. I danced away and lashed out for her chest but instead of potentially dislocating her shoulder the blow barely scraped her stomach. She smirked and grabbed for my leg, claws sliding free also as they dragged down my leg and made ugly tears that welled with blood on my jeans. I sucked in a breath and cartwheeled away.

"Why did you hurt him? What do you want, witch?"

"Time shall tell." She laughed and cupped her hands, blowing out once violently. Red smoke curled around her and filled the clearing, and with a bone-shattering crash the air aroun d her colapsed and she disappeared. I gasped and rushed forward towards Koray. His skin was deathly pale and his breathing was just barely flickering in his chest and then with a violent rush completely stopped. I bent forward and colapsed at his side, my hands falling onto his chest. "Koray, Koray! Dammit open your eyes! Don't you dare try to leave me!" Tears washed down face, creating a small pool on his shirt where my face rested.

"Please wake up, I.. I need you. I love you Koray, open your eyes." I just barely managed to whisper as I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. A few tortured seconds later I felt and head him cough, then when I leaned back to peer in his face his gorgeous eyes flickered and opened. "Dancia.. Danica you're bleeding. Call Razmonde. Fix... it." With that everything seemed to shut down and his lapsed in to unconsciousness.

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Almost Alice - additional

Alice. Alice. Aaaaallllllliiiiicccccccceeeee! The voice inside her head shreeked. Alice awoke from the dream and looked around the room panting. The door to her closet was barely cracked. It hadn't been when she closed her eyes. Alice, Alice open the door. Let me in. I won't bite. Hard. The voice seemed to laugh, wildly insane peels of laughter. She flung her hands up over her ears and covered them, curling up in a ball. Go away! Please! She thought back desperately, on the verge of tears. The voices never stopped, always whispering to her at night when she awoke from vivid dreams of a beautiful castle garden. She never told anyone about it, she knew she was insane and therefore no one else should know. She figured if she thought that enough and believed it, it would come true.

A new voice started whispering to her, a calm and innocent voice, almost motherly where the other had be a harsh mockery of a male. Darling, close the door. Go back to sleep. He won't come back tonight. It's ok . Then almost as an after thought; Alice we aren't here to scare you or hurt you. You aren't crazy. You're special, Alice. With that both voices receded and she knew she was alone in her mind. Her thoughts were her own. Alice whimpered once and dropped her hands, sitting up shakily. She glanced at her closet door. On the floor was a single black rose. Not true black of coarse, but such a deep red swirled with purple in looked black. Especially in the darkness.

She couldn't help it. She slid out of her bed and tip-toed across the cold floor to where it layed. She picked it up, carefully not pricking her fingers on the thorns, and lifted it towards her nose. A spicy, almost forbidden smell lingered on the petals. She smiled and shook her head as she rose from the floor, shutting the closet door tightly. Beams of sunlight had just began to seep through her thick curtains. She bit her lip and drew the curtain back, wincing as the light hit her eyes. She cracked the window with her free hand and dropped the rose out with the other. Before it fell the short three stories it crumbled in the light and disappeared completely. Yes, she had truely lost her mind.

And hour later she had pushed the incident to the back of her mind and was rushing out the door. Her dark hair lung in thick , volumous blue-black curls down her spine almost to her tailbone. Wind whipped at it cruely, the cold seeping through her thin layers of clothing. Her shoes were thick black leather with daring heels that evaded the snow covering the sidewalks. Her legs were covered by thin creamy tights and the short stripe of a dark jeaned mini skirt. Her arms where covered in a black cable knit sweater and furry cream jacket. Around her neck a scarlet scarf hung past her thighs. Despite the cold sun still poured down into her eyes. She fished her sunglasses out of her bag and slid them into place across her saphire eyes. She grinned. Yes, she might be insane but she was going to look good while losing it.

Alice Milace. All dressed up withhhh no whhhhhere to go. Come play in Wonderland , little girl. Her steps faltered. The voice never spoke to her during the day. I have class. Go away. She didn't sound confident in her mind anymore, she sounded scared and defensive. Why won't you accept us? Don't you know you're Ki- He dropped off in the middle of the sentence. Go to class, dear. Don't worry about him or me for that matter. Don't open the closet. Alice was confused, she had just reached the main hallways of her school. Was she not suppose to open her closet door at home? She was no where near it.... Her thought trailed off. In front of her was a janitor's closet. Pinned to the door was a single black rose imprinted with a scarlet
A. A for Alice.

I'm crazy. Completely insane. No point in denying it Alice. She thought bitterly. She had shrugged off her coat and scarf, leaving all of her creamy tights and thin sweater visible. She hadn't removed the glasses though. Her teacher, Mr. Karena, watched her along with all of her fellow senior boys and even some girls. She smirked.

"You're late again, Miss Martin."

"Sorry Mr. K, my mom isn't here to wake me up."

"You know I wasn't..."

"Don't, sir. Either give me a slip or continue. Please."

He swallowed heavily and shook his head, shuffling the papers on his desk. Her mother had been dating him when she died three years ago. He, like her, hadn't moved on. She didn't mind throwing it up in his face, she was upset. She looked down at her books in front of her and gasped. Before her the blank page bloomed into a single black rose, a scarlet
A on the petal. The room disappeared and her thoughts clouded. How was this happening? How...

"Alice? Alice, can you share your copy of Jane Eyre with Mr. Romanov here?" Mr. Karena motioned to a dark figure in the door.

"Huh?" Alice sounded like she had just woken up.

"Have you not payed any attention to what's going on around you? We have a new student, Mr. Andreas Romanov. He needs a copy of the book but I can't get him one now. Will you share with him since you'll be sitting beside each other? " He now motioned to the only empty seat which was between her and a wall.

She watched as the boy stepped forward. Long, jagged spikes of white-blond hair spilled into his eyes.... eyes that where pure purple fire. Literally purple. Sarcastic smile revealing perfect white teeth, a tall, lithe-y frame. He looked directly into her eyes, nevermind the darkest possible tint of her glasses. "I hope it's not a problem, Alice. " He grinned, but Alice felt ice slide down her spine. The Voice. He was the boy inside her head.

She froze and felt all the color drain from her face. It seemed to make him happy; seeing her panic as her brain realized the impossible. She hated that smirk on his perfectly full lips. Hello, Alice. Nice to see you, face-to-face. `His voice was heavily laddened with the amusement of a tormentor catching its prey. She became furious, so furious her fright and amazement dimmed and nearly went away. "Sure, Mr. K I don't mind. He can have it, I have my own." She shrugged and did the one thing no expected, took her glasses off and looked the boy dead in the eye. " It's no problem of mine." Her voice was colder than her eyes, which drilled into him. You haven't won, anything. She thought venomously. He just laughed silently and made his way towards his seat.

She shook out her hair and flipped it down over her shoulder, making a silky curtain between them. She stared down at the notebook paper that had been a rose. It was back to normal, only a scarlet
A at the top made her believe it was real. How.... how was this even possible? He was real! And she wasn't crazy. Little girl, you really got to learn how to shield your thoughts. I could hear you a mile away.

Night and Day chap. 1 & chap 2 preview

Love is my greatest weakness. Pain is my best friend. Literally. In this world we are all on our own. No matter how close you might think you are to someone its always possible that by the dawning light they'll be gone. I should know, right? I'm one that kills them. Seems odd right? You have no flippin' clue. I'm Danica, welcome to my life. If you knew what's best you'd run away now, before the nightmare drags you in and never lets go.

"Koray, Koray! Open your eyes dammit! Don't you dare try to leave me! Wake up!"

　

Chapter 1. The Beginning

I felt myself fall forwards out of the tall oak, but instead of opening my wings instantly like I should have I just kept falling. Before I fully realized it the ground was almost reaching me, the greedy night time darkness reaching up hungerly towards me. I laughed, shaking out my wings to their full extent, nearly 14 feet. The heavy winds of the storm yanked me up, the creatures that had been scuttling around in the dark completely frozen as they watched. I knew somewhere my brother waited for me, watching with that smirk on his pale lips as usual. I really hated him.

I pushed myself up on the strong currents, closing my eyes lightly, feeling the tiny tickling of my eyelashes on my cheeks. I heard him laugh. My eyes snapped open, instantly my pupils adjusting to the new darkness. I looked to my right and down, sure enough I saw him. We are literally Night and Day. He rules the day while I stalk the night. One thing I'm just starting to learn though, Day doesn't mean Light just as Night doesn't mean Darkness. As for looks, no one would guess we were twins until they looked into our eyes. Once you see the burning fire inside our eyes, saw the magestic switching of colors, you'd know we were different, you'd run away from us.

I've only seen our mother once, but when I did she told me we had witch eyes, eyes they told a story of the beginning. I was four then, not much really could reach me. Because, unlike my brother, I had no clue what we, what I was. Now, now I'm not so clueless. I smirked down at him, tucking my wings and falling straight down. My hair, long thick curls that looked black but were really various shades of dark purple and blue too, whipped around my face, falling softly down on my shoulders and spilling down my back as I landing gently on the tree branch beside him. He was lounging back on the branch, one long, lean, muscled leg falling carelessly over, one arm behind his head while the other plucked at the needles of a tree branch.

I growled softly at him and narrowed my eyes, grinning mischeviously. He looked unamused, his white-blond hair sticking up in a artisticly mused mess, the exact opposite of my dark curls. We were twins, yes, but our fathers....our fathers couldn't be more different. I, of coarse, lucky me, got the dark sides of that strain of DNA. He, like always, picked up on my thoughts and chuckled darkly. I shoved him over and layed beside him, looking up at the moon. He hissed in a breath, almost falling sideways out of the tree. I knew he was doing it for show, he could have stopped me from pushing him before I even moved. He was that powerful, but I knew no matter what I did, no matter what I said, he wouldn't hurt me. If only he loved me, maybe I'd hate him less. But no, he didn't love me. So therefore I loved him, but I hated him just the same.

I decided to be daring, I leaned over closer to Koray and layed my head lightly on his shoulder. He instantly stiffened, No One touched him. I bit down and swallowed my giggles, looking back up at the moon. To my utter astonishment, he lightly wrapped his arm around me, warning anything in the night not to touch me. He didn't need to, they knew who the night belonged to. It had been years since he touched me without extreme force causing him to. I smiled softly to myself and sighed quietly. It was times like this that I felt love towards him, almost always I confronted him with hate. Tonight would be the night things changed.

Forever, it had only been us. Our real parents, both sets of fathers and our mother, had been killed when we were little. Of coarse we knew that after the powers came but before we didn't. Well, I didn't. I can never decide if Koray is the same as myself when it comes to emotions and memories. He isn't the emotional type. Maybe I should tell you more about myself and let it run into our parents and him. As you already know, I have wings. I don't know many 17 year olds with wings. Most angels are older, A LOT older. Heres the biggest difference between Koray and I power wise, I am the only one that has Angel Blood.

When I say angel you think heavenly creature, wings, good feelings...all that. No, that is Not what angels are. Yes, they have wings. Yes, they are in heaven. No, they aren't all nice and pretty. No, they don't go around helping people. No. Thats bull. Angels are strong and crudely selfish, they are beautiful and lusting. They kill as much as they can heal. Never forget that. My father, well....he was the worst example for an angel. He was a Fallen, one of the four Princes of Hell. He gifted and cursed me with the deed to Night. Now I reach up and out of habit touch my neck, where a perfect cresent moon was "tattooed." It had been there since birth.

Koray noticed of coarse, and to my exended astonishment, touched his own neck in the exact same place where a sun was perfectly "tattooed." We had been bred for these powers, him owning the Day as I own the Night. I smiled and laughed, once again pushing it, and poked his neck. Instead of getting mad or possibly pushing me away he just poked me back, tracing the moon with the very tip of his finger. I shivered at how cold he was, leaning away from him slightly. He smirked and suddenly his skin was blazing, almost a burning hot. Thats when I realized I had been shivering, for quite some time now. Koray had known.

I bit my lip and leaned back against him, trembling softly as the extreme temperatures of our bodies mingled dangerously, his a burning fire, mine a deep, bone-chilling cold. I felt him smile against my hair as he rested his head in my curls. I snuggled into him and closed my eyes, pretending this was how things were. As long as I could pretend that he did love me nothing could touch me. Not the cold nor the past, Nothing. Koray traced his fingers down my arm and before I knew it I had fallen into a deep slumber, my head on his chest.

I awoke to the sounds of dawn, my hair easily falling into my eyes creating a curtain that let some of the pale morning haze wash over my face and sear my eyes. I yawned and then opened my eyes wider, feeling around me in alarm as I recalled how I fell asleep.

"Forget me eh, little sis?" Koray smirked, sarcasm heavily laddened in his tone. He sounded wide awake, as if he never slept. I gasped, jumping off the branch and flingling open my wings, hanging balanced in the air.

"You stayed? All night?" I sounded accusing and alarmed, all the better in his mind. He grinned, flashing perfectly straight white teeth that gleamed, and shrugged.

"I couldn't just dump you off my chest and hope you woke up before you hit the ground. I might have to carry you back home and, no offense, that's the last thing I want to do on my Saturday morning." He flownced off the branch, landing like a cat on his feet and disappearing between that second and the next.

I watched him, glaring fiercely at his back. This is why I hated him. See, despite his white-gold looks, Koray was all demon. Shocking right? Me, the angel, intertwined with the darkness of night like two puzzle pieces, was the angel. Koray, my beautiful golden knight of angelic light and saintly demean, was the demon. Our mother, well she knew what she was doing when she had us. She cursed us and gifted us with the best thing and the worst thing the universe has to give.

We are the last two keys to a world that could unlock two very difference outcomes for the world. You see, one of us will destroy the world with Pandora's Box... and one of us will bring humanity back to The Heavens. But we cannot do it without the other, and we cannot do one without causing th other. Koray doesn't know that I remembered that... he doesn't believe in me. I'll wipe that smirk off that beautiful face one day, he'll see me as his equal. Afterall, we are one and the same.

I just shake out my messy, tangled curls and bite my bottom lip, drawing in my anger. Soon enough I'm calm enough to land flat on the ground and begin walking towards town, some little bit of no where out in Nevada. Koray says it's important be stay here, keep a low profile. I think he's just mad that I love big cities and fit in. He always one to stick out like a black magic rose in the middle of a December snow storm. With that I shove him out of my head and stubbornly continue on, my keen senses expanded to monitor the area surrounding me.

Soon I realized I had miscalculated the distance, our little renderverous had in fact been a good two hours walk away from our house. Ugh. It's not like I could just fly home... A mischevious grin lights up my face as I crouch down and launch myself into the air, a good ten feet, waiting until I'm almost hitting the ground again to throw open my wings and let the wind carry me off. Up above the magnificant trees I can imagine things were like when we were little. See, growing up none of what we are, what I am, was ever discused. Of coarse we didn't have parents around but nothing was particularly 'magical' about us. Until we turned thirteen that is.

I reached the house and saw him laying across the bottom step, his head laying on his folded arms, his legs long legs dangled over the side and his eyes were half closed. "You're home." My voice was cold and disappointed. I hadn't wanted to see him here; I was planning to do something he wouldn't approve of.

"A little birdie told me to be here when you got here." Before I had taken a step forward he had stood and rushed me, grabbing my arms and pinning me against the side of the house. "Why. Were. You. Talking. To. That. Filthy. Half breed?" He was nose to nose with me, his lips skimmed back from his teeth in a snarl. I lashed out my foot and kicked him sharply in the knee, which allowed me enough time to get away from him while he looked at me in shock.

I look back at him and snorted, my anger boiling over. "Because he doesn't try to control me, he wants to help me. Unlike you." I was being truely nasty now but he deserved him. I felt guilty yet felt slightly satisfied when the color drained from his face, the blazing light in him beautiful eyes going out. "You don't own me Koray. You don't own me." I turned on my heel and stormed off back into the forest, unaware of shrill peels of laughter, clearly female laughter, that were left behind.

Chapter 2: What the hell are you doing here?

Koray dropped down on the steps and sighed heavily, running his hands backwards through his messy hair. He heard laughter, familiar laughter, but didn't think about it. He was worried about Danica, her thoughts had been angry and hurt when she left. Of coarse he felt the same things she did but he could compress it into the back of his mind and forget about it where she couldn't.

"What happened to you, Mozika, you look awful. Total cat died look."

His head snapped up, and his mouth fell open. Before him stood a girl, all legs and beautiful curves. She was tall, almost 5'8, and had pin straight blonde hair razor slashed around her face and spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes were covered by the darkest black sunglasses ever and what little bit of clothing she wore was a red leather dress, slit down low and barely covering her thighs. Her shoes were dark black motorcycle boots with chains dangling from the laces. Her scarlet-lip sticked lips curved up in a smile. "Long time no see, Rayhanne. " Koray stood up and hugged the girl, all too aware of how she curved around him like a snake. He pulled away. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled at him and shook out her hair, spiky bangs falling in her eyes. "Thought I'd come say hello. Is it a problem?" She smirked, a dangerous thing he knew. She perched herself on the edge of the step. He shook his head slightly and stood in front of her.

"Dancia wouldn't be pleased. You know she doesn't know about so much, she's still too young. I don't want her upset." A protective growl underlayed his words, a blaze returning to his glacier eyes. She smirked farther, a red lollipop appearing in her hand. She popped it into her mouth and began sucking at it.

"I don't care about that baby. I don't see why you bother, you're so different. Why don't you send her off with her daddy and let her grow up, then you could do what you're meant to." She removed her glasses, her eyes were pure gold. Slit cat-eyed pupils and barely any white. "Zaine and Kenzie miss you, ya know," She added in a small voice. He didn't fall for it.

"They could bother to show up at a meeting if that were so. Leave Danica alone, Rayhanne. I mean it." He half snarled the words, a bitterness settling in. she licks the lolli and waved her hand.

"I don't want the little witch. She's all yours." She snorted and looked deep into his eyes, trying to read him. "You love her so much. Wonder what your mother would say. Of coarse you dad's probably rolling around in his grave over it." She threw the stick over her shoulder, out into the grass. She watched him carefully, stalking his emotions. She stuck out her tongue out at him, streaked with dark red. He could just barely see her fangs wink out at him.

Vasilisa the Graceful

Vasilisa was amired by everyone; she has the loveliness of a rose, the grace of a swan, and the beauty of the fairest maiden ever to walk the earth. She was barely out of her childhood when prince Dimitri sent for her. Vasilisa was shocked; surely the prince couldn't want her, she was just a villager from a non-existant village. Her father just smiled at her and handed her a small doll with silvery hair like spun glass, identical to her own. "This was your mothers," He pursed his lips and swallowed, "She'd want you to have it. She loved little Elena when she was still alive." He smiled and patted her head.

That day Vasilisa rode behind a horseman, his hair a dark cap of inky curls and his eyes chips of burning ice. He had bowed to her as if she was royalty herself and presented the Czar's letter. It read:

Dear Vasilisa Romovski,

Prince Dimitri Dragomire II himself wishes to have you presented at the grand mascerade.

It was signed with a single cursive D.

Vasilisa was dismayed. "But father, if I leave you I do not know when I shall return. What if something happens to you!" She cried, flinging her arms around his neck. But all the same he had reassured her and sent her on her own with the man. The horseman had helped her mount a beautiful horse, the color of twilight itself. "I'm Ashallyn. Ashallyn T'kmarkyn." He roared as the horse had begun plunging through the dense forests of Siberia. For several hours they rode, Vasilisa clinging to his dark cloak as her own scarlet one fluttered behind her in the wind, her doll was tucked into her pocket.

Kiss & tell intro

Strike one. Eyes narrowed, lips draw tight. Strike two. Fists ball, nose wrinkles up in disgust. Strike three. OUT. Jezamine's fist smashes into the sucker's face, his fangs cracking with the sheer force of her blow. His eyes go wide and he reels back. She grins in triump and skips backwards. Bring it, she thought haughtily. He advances, lunging for her throat in anger. He leaps back in astonishment when he realises she's no longer there. In fact she's more than then ten feet away, dagger in hand. With one last vicious grin she throws the blazing blade, and before he has any time to process it or move, it's up to its hilt in his chest. Straight through his heart. K.O.

Almost Alice

Alice. Alice. Aaaaallllllliiiiicccccccceeeee! The voice inside her head shreaked. Alice awoke from the dream and looked around the room panting. The door to her closet was barely cracked. It hadn't been when she closed her eyes. Alice, Alice open the door. Let me in. I won't bite. Hard. The voice seemed to laugh, wildly insane peels of laughter. She flung her hands up over her ears and covered them, curling up in a ball. Go away! Please! She thought back desperately, on the verge of tears. The voices never stopped, always whispering to her at night when she awoke from vivid dreams of a beautiful castle garden. She never told anyone about it, she knew she was insane and therefore no one else should know. She figured if she thought that enough and believed it, it would come true.


A new voice started whispering to her, a calm and innocent voice, almost motherly where the other had be a harsh mockery of a male. Darling, close the door. Go back to sleep. He won't come back tonight. It's ok . Then almost as an after thought; Alice we aren't here to scare you or hurt you. You aren't crazy. You're special, Alice. With that both voices receded and she knew she was alone in her mind. Her thoughts were her own. Alice whimpered once and dropped her hands, sitting up shakily. She glanced at her closet door. On the floor was a single black rose. Not true black of coarse, but such a deep red swirled with purple in looked black. Especially in the darkness.


She couldn't help it. She slid out of her bed and tip-toed across the cold floor to where it layed. She picked it up, carefully not pricking her fingers on the thorns, and lifted it towards her nose. A spicy, almost forbidden smell lingered on the petals. She smiled and shook her head as she rose from the floor, shutting the closet door tightly. Beams of sunlight had just began to seep through her thick curtains. She bit her lip and drew the curtain back, wincing as the light hit her eyes. She cracked the window with her free hand and dropped the rose out with the other. Before it fell the short three stories it crumbled in the light and disappeared completely. Yes, she had truely lost her mind.


And hour later she had pushed the incident to the back of her mind and was rushing out the door. Her dark hair lung in thick , volumous blue-black curls down her spine almost to her tailbone. Wind whipped at it cruely, the cold seeping through her thin layers of clothing. Her shoes were thick black leather with daring heels that evaded the snow covering the sidewalks. Her legs were covered by thin creamy tights and the short stripe of a dark jeaned mini skirt. Her arms where covered in a black cable knit sweater and furry cream jacket. Around her neck a scarlet scarf hung past her thighs. Despite the cold sun still poured down into her eyes. She fished her sunglasses out of her bag and slid them into place across her saphire eyes. She grinned. Yes, she might be insane but she was going to look good while losing it.

Alice Milace. All dressed up withhhh no whhhhhere to go. Come play in Wonderland , little girl. Her steps faltered. The voice never spoke to her during the day. I have class. Go away. She didn't sound confident in her mind anymore, she sounded scared and defensive. Why won't you accept us? Don't you know you're Ki- He dropped off in the middle of the sentence. Go to class, dear. Don't worry about him or me for that matter. Don't open the closet. Alice was confused, she had just reached the main hallways of her school. Was she not suppose to open her closet door at home? She was no where near it.... Her thought trailed off. In front of her was a janitor's closet. Pinned to the door was a single black rose imprinted with a scarlet
A. A is for Alice.


I'm crazy. Completely insane. No point in denying it Alice. She thought bitterly. She had shrugged off her coat and scarf, leaving all of her creamy tights and thin sweater visible. She hadn't removed the glasses though. Her teacher, Mr. Karena, watched her along with all of her fellow senior boys and even some girls. She smirked.


"You're late again, Miss Martin."


"Sorry Mr. K, my mom isn't here to wake me up."


"You know I wasn't..."


"Don't, sir. Either give me a slip or continue. Please."


He swallowed heavily and shook his head, shuffling the papers on his desk. Her mother had been dating him when she died three years ago. He, like her, hadn't moved on. She didn't mind throwing it up in his face, she was upset. She looked down at her books in front of her and gasped. Before her the blank page bloomed into a single black rose, a scarlet
A on the petal. The room disappeared and her thoughts clouded. How was this happening? How...

"Alice? Alice, can you share your copy of Jane Eyre with Mr. Romanov here?" Mr. Karena motioned to a dark figure in the door.

"Huh?" Alice sounded like she had just woken up.

"Have you not payed any attention to what's going on around you? We have a new student, Mr. Andreas Romanov. He needs a copy of the book but I can't get him one now. Will you share with him since you'll be sitting beside each other? " He now motioned to the only empty seat which was between her and a wall.

She watched as the boy stepped forward. Long, jagged spikes of white-blond hair spilled into his eyes.... eyes that where pure purple fire. Literally purple. Sarcastic smile revealing perfect white teeth, a tall, lithe-y frame. He looked directly into her eyes, nevermind the darkestfelt   ice slide down her spine. The Voice. He was the boy inside her head.

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