The Seer

When a new guy moves across from Rayne Warford, her life crumbles around her. When her aunt comes back to reveal a family secret to her, a couple days before her sixteenth birthday, she realizes that the world as she knew it, is no longer so simple. Her aunt teaches who and what she is, but most importantly, how to survive. Stuck trying to comprehend everything she has learned, she starts to form a friendship with the guy across the street. But as fate will have it, he too is hiding deadly secrets. Will Rayne be able to come to terms and except her fate? Or will she fade away from this world and die?


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   Soft, melodic music filled the living room that was set ablaze by the dying autumn sun. My fingers glided over the violin strings while my arm seemed to move by itself. All around me hummed with energy and happiness and I smiled, losing myself within the music. Too soon the last few notes were completed and I opened my eyes to see aunt Liv on the sofa in front of me. Crimson burned onto the sofa, cascading down her eyes and nose. Those eyes that look like mine, were no longer holding the vibrant and thrilling life she held. They were dull, unseeing.

   A bubble of fear rose within me, lighting the ends of my nerves on fire. Yet I could not move, I was paralyzed with the shock. Denying the boundaries of life and death, aunt Liv took a raspy breath and trapped my shaking hand into her cold one. Her actions caused the blood to fall onto the white material of the sofa beneath her even more. "He's here. He's here." She repeated over and over again, not taking a breath. Her voice rose with each word, until she was screaming. Those two words sent shivers down my spine. They seemed so familiar yet so foreign.

   The blood in my veins raced with fear. Pure, unadulterated fear. Until she finally looked into my eyes, seeing me for the first time. The racing blood took a stand still and my heart momentarily stopped. "Run." She whispered. Something seemed to awake inside of me, as I was able to scream. To run away from this scene.


   I jumped up, soft blankets tangling up between my legs. My arms hit the floor first as I realized that it was just a dream. A very terrifying, heart pounding nightmare. My breath ran ragged as I clutched my chest. Just a dream, I reminded myself. That's all it was.

   Still shaking, I looked at the time. Ten to two in the morning. Groaning I flopped back onto my bed, wrapping my sheets around me. Slowly I was able to calm down and relax, but a feeling of dread and fear lingered in the back of my heart.

   I reached for my cell phone and dialled aunt Liv. She picked up on the second ring. "Are you okay? Rayne?" She asked with worry in her voice. A breath I didn't realize that I was holding in was let out and I closed my eyes. "My goodness, what time is it out there?" She asked me.

   "It's early. I am sorry if I woke you up. I just had a nightmare and I guess I was just worried." I confessed, realizing how stupid everything sounded.

   "Was it... one of those dreams?" She asked, referring to my special gift. Some would consider being able to predict the future events a gift, but to me they were torture. A curse. Death, torture, pure hell, all would be present in the dreams. I was only able to realize what was happening when my parents died. I can't bring myself to remember how they died, it was too painful, but it was exactly how I dreamed it would be.

   They never believed me, got angry or scared when I told them about the dreams. "No. I don't think so, just a regular nightmare" I said. An audible sigh came from her end of the line. "I should get back to bed. Sorry if I interrupted something."

   "It's okay. I'll be back tomorrow. Love you." Her voice hinted to a smile. She never got angry when I worried about something I dream't of, never saying that it was all made up or a lie. When I told her about my fear of being able to predict ones death, she never once questioned me.

   "Love you too." I hung up and laid back down. My arms hung off the small bed frame. Aunt Liv has been gone for almost two weeks now, working away at a hidden location. She said that it's her job to keep secrets when she was called for work, never really specifying what she does. Rolling onto my side I stared at the red numbers blinking on my alarm clock.

   There was no way that I would be able to fall back to sleep now. The image of aunt Liv was etched into the back of my eyes. Popping up whenever I closed them. Anxious, I got up and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Outside the front window I saw a car and a moving truck parked at the house in front of mine. Curious I moved closer to the window to get a better view.

   A black figure walked passed the car, carrying a few boxes. The light illuminated the person as I realized it was a man. Surprised I realized that he seemed about my age. His jet black hair was tied into a bun, while his pale skin seemed to be glowing in the light of house. A small sense of victory and happiness pervaded me, a hot new neighbor is just what I needed in my monotonous life.

   He walked back to the moving truck and took another box. I noticed no one else was with him, which was strange. Who drove the moving truck, and if he was sixteen or seventeen where was his parents? I waited for another few seconds to see if his parents would get out of one of those vehicles, but no one did. Maybe he was older than what he looked or his parents were going to move in later.

   Realizing that I was being a stalker and staring at the new guy, I went to the tap and turned on the cold water. Filling up a large glass I went to go sit down on the couch and turn on Netflix. A supernatural show was playing and I was so engrossed in it that I didn't notice it was nearly seven.

   I stood up, stretching from sitting on the couch for so long. I put the empty glass in the sink and headed upstairs to change into jogging pants and a t-shirt. The sun was just starting to rise so it shouldn't be too warm while running. Once I got outside I noticed the new guy walking out of his door.

   A smile flashed on his face as he noticed me, moving closer to where I stood. I noticed his eyes were a light blue and smiled back. I started down the side walk, walking to warm up. A deep voice was barely audible over my music, catching my attention I took out the headphones and looked behind me.

   The guy was there with a brilliant white smile beaming on his face, on his cheek was a dimple I had never seen before. "Hi." I said pausing and holding out my hand to him, I smiled once more. "Rayne. Rayne Warford. What's yours?" I asked him. Luckily I was not someone who was afraid to talk to strangers, definitely attractive ones.

   "Clifford Ryan. I just moved in last night." He spoke. With a charming appeal emanating from him, I knew right away that he must be older than what he looked like. When he shook my hand I felt a small electrical shock. His eyes burned into mine and I felt blood rush to my face. It warmed up my neck all the way to my ears, without an explanation as to why.

   "Do you run?" I asked. Clifford smiled and nodded.

   "Is this an invitation to be with you for a little bit?" He asked me. I smiled slightly.

   "I suppose it is. Is that a yes?" I raised an eye brow at him, two can play at this game.

   "I suppose it is." He copied me. It seemed easy to be flirtatious with him without thinking about it. I did not bother to answer him, instead I turned around and started to lightly jog, which slowly turned into a run. I showed him my favorite running route that went through alleyways and a park that rarely had people in it. During the silent sprint I couldn't help but glance over at Clifford and admire his behind and athletic built.

   When I caught myself thinking these thoughts a blush heated my face. Roughly an hour later I was back at my drive way, panting slightly. "Thank you for showing me around town a little, even though I didn't see much." He said with a grin.

   "No problem." I said. "Do you want to come in for a drink?" As soon as those words left my mouth I instantly regretted them, all I could think was how clingy I sounded. Clifford opened his mouth to answer but before he could the door to his house opened up and a feminine voice yelled out his name. The women standing in the doorway looked very beautiful and my heart slightly throbbed. Of course he would have a girlfriend, why did I even think that I had a shot?

   Clifford noticed the girl and frowned. Turning back to me, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I should probably go home, but thanks for the offer." He waved, leaving me to stand alone. Of course he couldn't let his girlfriend see him go into the house of some other girl. "See you around." He called out in a sexy tone.

   "Of course." I murmured and walked into my house, shutting the door behind me.

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