The Becoming (Daughters of Darkness Book 1)

Tristan & Isolde

Some things never change and school happened to be one of the things in my life that never changed. Over the past two weeks everything in my life seemed to have been turned upside down, except for school. Oh what a cruel sick joke that was. Tegan was still not really on speaking terms with me though she was definitely becoming more civil but I had a feeling it would only last until the next time I did something she disapproved of, which at this time in my life was likely to be at any moment. After the demon attack, Evan always seemed to be preoccupied and distant. I tried to blame it on the fact that he was trying to track down whoever or whatever had sent the demon into the house but a small part of me couldn’t help but think I had made it awkward because of what I had seen. Blast this stupid gift it felt more like a curse. The only person who seemed to be around all the time now was Tristen. Everywhere I turned there he was, and I hated it. I felt awkward around him. I had thought I hated him. No, I did hate him, but my near death experience said differently. I mean, it was possible that I found him attractive because he certainly was but I definitely did not like him in more then a friend type of way. If I had to choose between him and singleness for all eternity, I would rather be single, right? There was a soft giggle, Liar. I mentally glared at myself. 

I walked quietly down the hall lost in my thoughts. I felt a presence beside me. I knew who it was without looking. I frowned to myself, “Hey Tristen...” I could tell he was in a good mood by the way he was walking his feet lightly touching the ground almost in dancing movements. I looked over at him his face was beaming like he had won a million dollars. I couldn’t help but get lost in his bright mood. It seemed to reach out and grab me dragging me into its gravity. I looked away from him quickly, “What are you so happy about?” he poked me in the arm, “What are you so grouchy about?” for a moment I thought about hitting him for touching me but I knew none of this was his fault. I pushed my frustration aside relaxing a little, “I’m just tired. So tell me, why your in such a good mood this morning, Mr. Rogers? Is there someone new in the neighborhood?” I cracked a smirk at my own joke. He let out a slight chuckle, “No, I hoping you might want to meet me after school by the pond...” I felt my throat grow tight. 

I didn’t want to spend more time with him then I had too. Everything was getting confused in my mind. It must be the mark, the bond that he had created. Thats it. Thats why I felt confused around him. My blood was mixed with his thats why I felt a strange connection to him because part of me belonged to him. I didn’t like him not the way I thought I was starting to. I felt a strange almost relieved feeling flood over me. I looked over at him and smiled, “Sure, I can meet you at the pond...” His eyes lit up like the sky on the fourth of july. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. There was a faint giggle, You’re in denial. He’s cute. I like him. I couldn’t believe I was thinking that, well, I wasn’t thinking it, the other me was. I moaned mentally, Shut up. You do not like him. Last week you had me stake one of his cousins or did you forget that. There was silence in my mind. I looked back at Tristen, he was looking at me a little amused, “What was that about?” I felt myself blushing, “What was what about?” His brow furrowed, “You looked really angry...” I shrugged, giving him a tiny smile, “I’m just tired. I get a little dazed when I don’t get enough sleep. Look, I’ll see you later don’t want to be late...” I pulled at my strap and then walked away. Faintly hearing a girlish giggle in my mind. I was going crazy, I was having conversations with my split-personality. 

When I reached the pond Tristen was already waiting for me. He sat on a blanket that was set with food to my astonishment. I smiled down at him when I reached the blanket, “What’s with the food? Are you hungry?” a smile played on my lips. He patted the blanket and I sat down. The food smelt so good. He smiled at me, “I thought I would make you something to eat. I’m not hungry but I know you are...” I laughed a little, “True, but I don’t think I can eat all of this food it looks like you cooked enough to feed an army.” His smile grew wider flashing his fangs, “Hardly...”