Chapter 2

After school I met up with Sultan and Tira under the old overgrown hibiscus tree across the street from the campus. It had become a ritual since our first day here. It was our spot, a fact the entire school body seemed to be aware of because for some strange reason no one hung out there.Ok so maybe that was my doing, guys tended to steer clear of me and girls, while so obviously attracted, were afraid to approach me, with Tira being the exception of course, apparently I’m scary .

When Sultan and I transferred to this school, while everyone else kept their distance, Tira came over to where we stood under our tree and introduced herself, as vibrant as ever and of course, being me, I tried to scare her off, quite unsuccessfully I might add, but instead of cowering under my  cold stare she smiled. Smiled!

“ You might have everyone else fooled, but I bet you’re not as bad-ass as you look, so you might as well wipe that fierce expression off that handsome little face of yours”, she then grabbed my hand pumping it vigourously;

“Im Tira Bently by the way”, I could only stare at her in shocked disbelief, she wasn’t afraid!, she was the first human I’d ever come across who didn’t flinch under my icy glare, who didn’t take one look at my seemingly dangerous stance and flee in the opposite direction. I was secretly pleased.

People usually jumped to the conclusion that I disliked them, they’d be shocked to know that wasn’t the case at all, I was actually envious, though I never admit it. I envied them their ability to exist without having to keep what they were from the world, I envied them their ignorance, they had no idea the evil that existed on this planet.

I envied them their normalcy and their happiness, while they envied me for my wealth and good looks. They saw my family as extraordinarily opulent individuals who drove expensive vehicles and wore top of the line clothes.

I’d eavesdropped on many conversations in which people stated how they wished they had our life, so easy, so simple, so perfect. Idiots they did’nt know the half of it. Tira knew though, she understood. The same day we met, after she finally released my hand , she had turned to Sultan with that same creepy lopsided grin and intelligent eyes and he was immediately enveloped in a trance and has been since that very day. Of course after that instance, we were inseparable, in the first week of our union, we knew her inside out, her every secret, dreams and aspirations and thanks to Sultan, she knew ours, he told her everything, and she believed him, something that shocked me even more than her apparent ease around me, she took everything in stride.

She didn’t believe in the word impossible and that made my respect for her sky rocket. What we found out about her is that, while intelligent and impossibly happy, she was also very trusting, too trusting and so Sultan and I made it our duty to look out for her in every way possible, though we probably made it impossible for her to truly have a life, we were always with her and since guys feared Sultan and me, they never approached her. Not that she seemed to care anyway, before us, she never had any friends, people perceive her as being somewhat annoying and she had the gall the wonder why. The only thing we had in common was that we both came from affluent families.

Tira’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bently, were both very successful lawyers, while my parents, in eras past held various occupations; doctors, lawyers, jounalists,, novelists,entraprenours etc. Yes being immortal has its perks. Mom and Dad were a little over three hundred years, my twin brothers, were one hundred and three, my sister, eighty-seven, while Sultan and I were eighteen.

All condoloids are immortal, we stop aging whenever our subconcious deem it appropriate. Sultan and I are conveniently just passing through our first cycle and wouldn't you know it, Sven is immortal as well. It was rumored that he and I have the ability to make others immortal, I’ve never tried of course, I have no idea how to anyway and I couldn’t care less, but….”

“ Earth to Jace!”Tira was snapping her fingers infront of my eyes.

“ You ok bro?” Sultan enquired.

“Yeah, I was just..daydreaming I guess” I inserted, clearing my throat noisily, my gaze met Sultan’s concerned one.

“ So what’re you guys up to ?”

“We’re going to my house to study for that history exam we have next Tuesday, she paused to pick up her bag and continued, so lets get going”

“ Count me out” I scowled, then did what I did best, I teleported, but not before I witnessed my brother’s pleased smile and Tira’s disapproving glare.

            I appeared in the kitchen of our sizable victorian mansion, dumped my bag on the counter and was about to raid the refridgerator when I remembered I was to receive an email from her earlier today. Teleporting to my room, I retrieved my laptop and in a flash, I was opening the one message in my inbox:

“Hey  Jace, sorry I didn't get the chance to write you last night, its been pretty crazy here lately. In response to your last question,I won’t be able to meet with you next week, something came up. I’m sorry, but we’ll reschedule okay? I really can’t wait to see you in person, I bet your good looks reflect your personality too, by the way, with reference to your email, I think you should talk to Sultan about  how you feel about Tira, it’s best not to keep things from your family because when it boils down to it, they’re all you’ve got. Well I hope my advice helped and as always, I look forward to your next message. Goodbye for now Jay.

                                                                                                                                                -Pristine”

I reread the message and smiled despite my disappointment at not being able to see her in person next week. We’d been planning this for months, but something always seemed to come up. I craved these moments, when I could just write her, sharing in her thoughts and feelings, while divulging mine in return.

Her emails always left me with a sense of peace and even though I’d never met her I enjoyed our rather brief conversations, I felt as if I could tell her anything, she was so understanding, so sincere.I met her on a social network five months ago and after we exchanged something as simple as plesantries I was hooked and I still had trouble deciphering what it was that drew me to the computer each and every day and night, why I spent hours each day just gazing at her profile photo, yearning for the day I’d see her in person, her name truly matched her prepossessing features;Pristine.

“Hey Little Jay how’s it going?” Neil said ruffling my hair, I snapped the laptop shut and looked up at him, how was it that I didn’t hear him enter my room? I must be losing it, I sighed exasperated.

“What? You hiding things from your big bro now?” He made a grab for the computer and I teleported once more to the kitchen, the laptop clutched firmly to my chest.

Nobody knew about Pristine, not even Sultan and it would remain that way. If my nosy family found out, they’d ruin everything and not for the first time since I was old enough to lie, I thanked the heavens, my parents couldn't read my mind, this was the one time I was thankful for my abilities, especially the trait to barricade my mind. Setting the laptop on the counter, I stared at the screen without really seeing anything, Pristine didn’t know that my family and I weren’t human and I rued the day I had to tell her .

What would be her reaction? Would she laugh in my face disbelieving me instantly? Or would she flee in fear from the knowledge that I was a monster? I could only guess.Sighing, I turned my attention to writing a reply to her email.

“ I suppose I could reschedule, I can’t wait to see you too, I lay awake fantasizing our first meeting every night, it would be great to finally meet the person behind all that great advice lol. I’ll think about telling Sultan, don’t hold your breath though. So, summer will be here soon what are you planning to do? Maybe we can meet then? I finished reading the book you suggested, you were right about the characters, but then you always are. Don’t forget, you still have’nt told me what that dream was about and since I’m the protagonist, I think it’s only fair to tell me, don’t you? ;) It was good to hear from you. Write soon.

                                                                                                                                                -Jasam”

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(Pristine's POV)

Pristine reread the email, then opened the attachment which enclosed a picture of Jasam, with his arms around a beautiful girl and an extremely muscular boy, whom she presumed to be Tira and Sultan respectively.

She traced her fingers along the outline of his handsome face and her eyes softened at the sheepish smile that graced his face. How she longed for the day when they would meet. Unbeknownst to him, he was her only acquaintance outside her father’s subordinates. Everytime they were to meet, her father, with his plans and clandestine schemes would get in the way. He always found some reason to server her plans, forcing her to remain within the confines of the stuffy old mansion, if not that, then they had to relocate again, precautions, he said, had to be taken in order to ensure her safety.

They’d moved here two weeks previously with six of her father’s minions and her ever present tutor. Her father had arrived the night before and already, he was making plans to transfer to another place of residence. She’d asked him on many occasions why it was necessary to move so often, and a few weeks ago he finally told her that he was  searching for some people and was getting ever closer to finding them, it was only a matter of time.

He devoted all his attention to searching for these people-whoever they were- he said he had important business to carry out with them, but knowing him, it was something more along the lines of revenge, something he so loved to exact on his enemies, who were frequent and never-ending. Her brows forrowed at the thought of her father, she many times wished she wasn’t the daughter of someone with such an evil disposition.

He often told her, he loved nothing and no one except her and if he had the chance to rid the planet of all it’s weak inhabitants, then he would do so in a heartbeat.

 She turned her thoughts once more to Jasam  her eyes filled with unshed tears, what  would he do if he found out she was nothing like him, that she wasn’t human, but a monster, a creature fathered no doubt by a being so evil and so powerful, even she sometimes cowered at the mere sight of him, the most gruesome being on the face of the planet, who could be likened only to the devil himself, if Jace did believe her and even managed to accept her, how would he react to the knowledge that she was the daughter of the leader and creator of the righteous, how would he react if he knew she was the child of Sven?

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(Jasam's POV)

I lay in bed, eyes closed, arms folded behind my head, listening to the latest song I’d uploaded to my I-phone, thinking about nothing in particular, I just allowed the soothing music to drift over me in melodic waves lulling me to the far from peaceful sleep I was sure to endure later.

I’d been having nightmares for the past three and a half years, ever since I watched in abject terror as the savage werewolf loped the head off my grandfather’s body, with his razor sharp, dirt stained claws.

The nightmare was always the same, I stood in a small dimly lit room,its decadent walls splattered with  grandpa’s deep crimson blood, but instead of  smelling foul dangness, I could detect the cloying scent of rich jasmine (a scent I now disliked), then I’d turn around and there he was, the monstrous werewolf, blood dripping from his massive claws,his eyes almost devoid of emotion, he would take one step forward and a slow smile would spread across his filthy and numerously wrinkled face and I would wake up in a cold sweat.

I pulled the earphones from my ears and sat up running a hand through my black short-cropped hair I felt a swift pain in my chest, God I missed the old man, something I failed to understand since I only met him two days before his ‘death’, in the short space of time it seemed we had forged a bond so strong  that even in death, the link was unbreakable.

I’d kill the bloody werewolf for this! I’d let him watch as I tore him limb from limb and while he was still screaming in sheer agony, the life quickly draining from his pathetic body, I’d rip the head from his limbless body , then I’d go after the rest of the righteous leaving Sven for last, first destroying someone ( if any) he truly cared about  so he too could feel the pain of losing something so close to his heart, then I’d end his life as I did his allies, because he was the true cause of  all our hurt....

This I vowed to myself  before I sank into a deep fitful nightmare where I was haunted by the images of blood drenched walls and my grandfather’s ruthless executor.

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