Black angels

Laney Collins, is a doppelganger. Not only that, her brother is a vampire hunter, and she is in danger. Elizabeth, her evil double, is to return to her town when Shane, or Rosen makes a move on Laney. On the other hand, Rick, the first ever hybrid, gathers his allies, to capture Laney, as her blood is the only blood that makes hybrids.
More, exciting and dangerous quests come along the way, and she finds out secrets of her two best friends.
Cover done by- Lily anna Nightshade :)


8. Scary stories

The office wasn't as I expected, it was full of light and education posters. The walls were a bright baby blue, and the carpet was a deep navy blue color. There had been seven matching arm chairs that were resting up on one side of the wall, and four three men sofas were facing every opposite side of a small coffee table.  For some reason, I felt like I was in a waiting room at the doctors. The smell was brand new and fresh, and the place looked clean. There were three desks armed by one person.  She had purple short hair, she was a fair skinned, but she was quite large. I looked around awkwardly, but as she noticed my presence, she looked up at me and smiled.

        "How can I help you?" She asked, sorting out paperwork. 

I suddenly felt hot, and I felt like my voice was lost. "I'm new, er, Laney Collins? I was hoping for a map and my timetable... Have I come to the right place?" I stammered, wondering whether that sounded to rude of me. But the lady smiled, with her face full of hope. She nodded, and went to scan the register on her computer concentrating to find my name. 

         "Aren't you Christine Collin's niece?" She asked curiously. I nodded, feeling uncomfortable now. The desk lady smiled and printed of my passes, and everything I needed. "She's the news woman, isn't she?" The lady asked again, sounding intrigued. After everything was printed off, she handed over my map, passes and my timetable and I nodded at her again, and let out a faint smile. I scanned my timetable, realizing I had history, and then I checked the map for directions. 

The walk was, uncomfortable. 

I felt invisible, everyone was gathering in groups in the corridors and locker rooms, they were all looking at me as if I was a ghost. I pushed open my classroom door after I found it, and walked in. 

The history teacher even looked surprised as he looked up at me. 

        "You are?" He asked, sounding confused. 

I gulped slowly, realizing he was speaking to me. "Laney Collins- I'm new-" 

   "No way! You're Christine Collin's niece!" Some girl chirped up in excitement, pointing at me.  I blinked up in surprise. Her hair was wavy, honey blonde, and she wore everything from expensive designer shops. Her skin was perfectly tanned, that most girls would probably kill for.  Her lips were covered with cherry red lip stick, her eyes were done perfectly, and her facial structure was almost like a china dolls. I nodded faintly, and handed my pass to the history teacher. 

     "Of course, Laney, take a seat next to Samantha," The history teacher mumbled and waved his hand around to the girl that noticed who I was.  I gulped awkwardly and made my way to the seat next to Samantha.  She flashed a welcoming smile at me and focused back at the teacher. The history teacher scribbled down the words 'Scary stories' on the chalk bored and twirled back round to face the rest of the class. The history teacher clasped his hands in excitement, only the rest of the class groaned of boredom. 

       "Has anyone heard of the old tale, 'Black Angels'?" He boomed enthusiastically, as he asked. I glanced around the room, seeing everyone looking expressionless and confused. I sank down more into my seat, feeling awkward. The history teacher's excited facial expression turned into something with full of disappointment. 

      "Very well then," He started, with his hands still clasped together. He pulled of an awkward smile and rubbed his hands. "The tale is said that this town, was filled with supernatural creatures in the mid eighteen hundreds,"  He explained, walking around the room as if he was making sure no body was dozing off in the lesson. 

      "Two brothers, white and black angels, immortal arch enemies, fought over this particular girl who had been an irresistible vampire." He paused as some boy raised his hand as he was snickering. 

       "Isn't white and black angels a little bit racist?" He asked, joking around with his friends. All three of them spat out laughing, but no body else had been. The history teacher pointed at the door, as a gesture for him to get out and he obeyed.  

        "What happened was,Elizabeth seduced both of the brothers, of course they went on a rampage, and Elizabeth blew up this town and we remodeled it, Not only that, after the two brothers died, an unknown witch resurrected them from their grave, and gave them wings. A typical girl they both fall for happens every year, who knows, you it might be one of you in the class room," The history teacher explained briefly, sounding completely stern and serious. I noticed that Samantha was looking anxious at the story, as if she already knew of this. Her eyes shimmered with guilt, and for some reason I couldn't help but tell that she was staring at me. I smelt something warm and fresh,  and it wasn't so long until the whole class smelt it too. The history teacher walked out side the classroom, and the rest of the students followed along with him like a puppy. I felt alone in the class room, so I trailed along with the rest of the class. As we made our way to the hall way, seeing a familiar message addressed to me. I couldn't help but see my face flush with bad emotions. Everyone's alarming gazes fixed upon me, as if I was a bad fish. 

I'm coming Laney Collins, you better start running otherwise I'll bury you in you're personal coffin


Samantha's eyes flickered with hatred, and she placed a soothing hand on my shoulder. "I'll talk to you after class, it's about time you hear this," 



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