Dark Warrior by Susie Cast (books to improve english .TXT) 📕

ready and call Matt.” I ran to my room and put on my red mini-dress and black cloak to be an ancient witch of medieval times. I called up Matt excited for the evening.
“Hello?”
“Hello is Matt there?”
“Yea just hold up a minute?” I waited. “Hello?”
“Matt?”
“Puck, oh hey how goes it?”
“Nothing just asked my mom she said yes, see I told you she would.” He chuckled, god it was hot. “Alright I’ll come over right now and we’ll stock up in candies, good with you?”
“Yea--” I heard a scream from my living room. “MOM!” I ran down stairs to see three people looking down at my mother’s body lying in a pool of blood. One of them looked up at me and started to run up the stairs. I slammed my door shut and locked it. I huddled up in my closet as the person banged on the door. “Puck are you ok? Puck! Answer me!” Matt was yelling through the phone.
I swallowed down my tears, “Matt,” was the only thing I could get through my sorrow. The banging stopped and I heard my dad in the living room cursing loudly. “Oh, god Matt I’m scared.”
“Puck don’t worry I’ll call the cops, just hold on ok?” I sniffled and then the door finally gave away. I gasped as the hooded person grabbed my arm, I screamed and kick at the person, while Matt was yelling through the phone again, “Leave her alone! Puck! Puck!” The hooded person crushed the phone and cut the line. It laughed and carried me back to my living room.
“We got her,” He said. I looked down at my parents’ bodies. I growled and kicked the man that was carrying me. He grabbed me again but this time he struck a knife in my eye I screamed in pain. I fell on my knees and held my injured eye, he sliced and carved the left side of my face where my eye used to be. All I could do was scream and cry at all the torture, they strapped me onto a table. They cut my throat. I coughed and choked on something warm and liquidy in my mouth.
“You didn’t cut deep enough.” The knife went through my neck 1…..2…..3…..4….5. I lost count then cause I could feel something rippling through my body. Something roared, and I felt a lot of puncturing on the left side of my stomach. The thing roared again………..I felt my mouth open for another roar. I tried to break loose of the chains. I look over at the people as they started at me in horror. I finally broke loose and ran away. And everything went black.

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I woke up panting, sucking in air as if I was drowning. The nightmares always felt real. The pain, sadness, everything about it just felt horrible I swallowed one of my cries, remembering that I now had a roommate. I moaned softly and headed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to find my scars glowing in the dark. I laughed softly, “Guess I really am a freak,” I smiled half-heartedly at myself. I grabbed my mother’s journals and jumped out of my window. I landed gracefully on my feet like always. I looked up at my window three stories away.
I got up and ran into the woods, lightening speed as the trees flashed passed my view. I ended up at the waterfall; I relaxed and set the journals on a rock. I slipped out of my clothes and set them with the journals. I dived into the lake from the top of the waterfall. Deep in the water I stayed, I could feel the burn of my scars cool down. I twisted around in the beautiful lake.
“My black backpack is stocked with broken dreams; Twenty bucks should get me through the week; Never said a word of discontentment,” I began to sing. That always happens, I sing when I most relaxed, “Here in the shadows I’m safe, I’m free, I don’t know where else to go but I can’t stay where I don’t belong.” I let my voice flow throw my mouth like musical notes.
I let my hands flow with the music I was singing, the water flowed with my voice. Then I heard a rustle of leaves, I kept singing the song, if someone wanted to get their blood sucked on well it’s their choice. I sang as a boy emerged from the woods he came closer, mesmerized by my singing. I created an illusion for the boy, I concentrated very hard. Making the water sparkle against the rocks and echoing my voice so it would sound mystical.
“Who are you?” The boy asked. “Who are you,” I purred, “Come closer.” He did, he kneels over the water to look at me. I couldn’t hide my scars, that was more difficult to do, drains my energy. But my scars seemed to mesmerize him even more. I placed my hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him but pulled back. He leaned in even further and finally his neck was exposed. I wanted to eat him so much just munch on his organs. I licked his neck and I could feel him tingle with delight. His skin tasted delicious.
“I want your blood boy.” I let my voice go to its monstrous state. I knew the boy snapped out of his trance when he heard it. But I already had a firm grip on his neck I let my teeth sharpened like a sharks and I bite down on his neck. I let the blood fill me, oh so delicious. I wanted to just bite out his neck but I couldn’t risk killing him. I may be a monster, a witch even but I’m not a murder.
The boy moaned, for some strange reason when I suck on their blood they seem to find something sexual about it. If I took that illusion from him I knew he would scream with pain and try to fight me. He gently took me out of the water and cradled me in his arms as I took my fill. I stopped and he fell onto my shoulders, unconscious. I laid his head on my lap and look at his face. I narrowed my eyes to see if I knew him. He didn’t look like anybody at the academy. But Vista Academy is pretty far out in the woods for anybody to just walk here. He was pretty cute too, actually he was hot I could feel his arm muscles and his face was baby like yet manly. Well defined cheeks, jet-black hair that ran down to his shoulders and sun tan skin. One piercing on his lip and another on his right eyebrow.
He seemed familiar. I think I’ve seen him before. Maybe I’ve taken blood from him before. Oh well, no use messing around with the thought. I laid him down gently on the floor. I got dressed and left. I read another one of my mother’s journal entries.

Oct. 30
Oh, my baby is finally singing to draw in prey. How adorable, her father is very proud of her. He practically leaped into the ceiling when he heard the news. Soon she will start to drink blood and be able to rip and animal apart for food. Oh, it’s just wonderful to know we have a daughter that’s so gifted. Whoever ends up with her will be blessed to have her. Once she finds the one she’ll never forget him. She’ll dream about him as I dreamt about her father when we first met. I was aware of my abilities at the time but my mother never told me what I actually was until I met her father. The man is very strange, but he is my strange man. I just hope our little Puck well be able to cope with her being for a little longer. Once she finds the one I will tell her what she is just like my mother told me.

God, the woman never makes any sense. I laughed, because that’s what I loved about my parents the most. They always made something interesting and mysterious. I wonder if leaving the poor boy there alone was the best decision. Well he be safe out there alone? What if I weakened him too much and now he can’t get out woods? I shook my head. What am I worrying for?
Maybe you should go back.

I jumped with surprise at the voice in my head, it sounded like mine but it’s talking to me. Go back he needs you.

“No, he was food that’s it.” I growled at my voice. That’s not very nice. What if he heard you he could be hurt.

“He’s nowhere near me.” Guess again. “What do you want me to do about it?” I growled. The voice laughed, just go to him and check on him.

“Fine.”
I went back and he was still laying there. “See he’s fine.” Go wake him up

. “What no, he’ll find out,” I hissed. No he won’t just lie say you were taking a stroll and found him here.

“No I didn’t mean that I meant my sanctuary.” Ah, the waterfall, well drag his body someplace else.

I nodded in agreement with my voice. So I carried his body far enough away from my sanctuary. What was I thinking leaving him there to discover my hiding place, I growled at myself for not being careful. I placed him on the floor near a bush. “Now what?” Leave him here he’ll wake up soon he’s safe so you have no need in waking him up.

I sighed in relief and flashed to the outside of my dorms.
My nails grew into long claws (kinda the reason why I always leave bare foot). I scaled the wall and crawled through the window to my bed and fell sound asleep.


Chapter 3

I woke up to screaming from my alarm on my iPod. I got up yawning and heading over to shut it off. Lori woke up too, mad at my alarm. “Don’t you ever thing of putting in a less angry song as an alarm?” I shrugged, “If I used a less angry song then it will be more difficult to wake up, think about it if it were soft and nice would you