• Preference


    When people hear the words angels, demons, vampires, sorcerers and of course wraths people think of hoaxes and tales. Not many think about there neighbors although, I am pretty sure that we have all called our ex., a couple words that we could translate to demon. People tend to miss things that are placed right in front of them. The other thing is that people think that most of these creatures are immortal, well they are not half off. Vampires, yes well they are immortal, wraths will take life from others and keep it for them selves but angels. Angels are complex and mysterious, we do both the good and the bad. Many of us love our immortality but for some it is the one thing that prevents us from being the way that we wish we were. I was born (if that is what you would call it) during the beginning of time. My tale is not like the others for the fact is I am the oldest and for many millennia I have lived alone. Doomed to walk this earth for all eternity over and over again. There are rules binding us to our wings and wonderings. I am and always will be a lonely angle that has not yet fallen. I envy humans the ability to end the pain and suffering, to end it all so easily I wish I had that luxury. We all have a purpose even though I do not understand mine.



    Chapter One
    New House and New Life


    Most fairy tales start with long ago and end with happily ever after but I never said that this was a fairy tale. My life has always been complex. Just this morning I was waving good bye to England, and flying across the Atlantic Ocean to America. I have been on the move for as long as I can remember, and the few people that I have met don’t remember me even existing. The plane ride was long and now I am driving through a little town in Ithaca, near Cornell University. The town is small and exhausted looking but yet perfect in every way. I had always lived in massive cities and for the first time, I would be living in a small town. I drove fairly slow compared to the normal speed that I drive. I drove right through the town knowing that people were living near by. Everyone had stared as my little Audi Coop as I drove by. Apparently even a little Audi Coop is an expensive car. Being immortal was not a gift but it did have a few aspects which were not too bad, like the abundance of funds or how you really did not have to pay attention at school. Driving out of the town, I was going to the outskirts and now saw the beautiful, lush dull green trees suddenly glisten emerald when the sun hit them as the sky had turned a lush scarlet. I found the driveway which was a dirt one and went up. I twisted and turned as I went toward the house. When I got to the clearing, I had found a beautiful four level mansion. It was perfect Victorian era, beautiful restoration and the porch wrapped around the first floor.
    I pulled into the garage to find that all of my cars were here and unharmed. The garage was custom and spacious. I got out of the car smoothly and checked my pockets for keys. “I have been here for just about five minutes and I have already lost my house keys. Figures” I said with frustration beginning to edge on my voice. After searching for a few minutes, I gave up and decided to check my purse for keys. I could not find them and I have not even entered the house yet. I walked onto the porch and placed my hand on the doorknob. The knob flashed white for a second and then I twisted it open. Honestly, who needs keys, when magic can get you any where you want. Now was the time to purge my self of my old life and start a new one.
    The house was beautiful and spacious. The foyer was floored with white marble. Every thing was perfect, the designer had done an excellent job of setting up my house. “Let the fun begin” I said as I grabbed one of the brown files that I knew so well. This contains my life every thing that I was, what I am and what I am to become is in this folder. The file was thick and the font was as always in elegant script. This time I am to pose as a junior in High School. I supposedly moved here from Oxford, England which is true, but I have lived there for centuries. I feel like there is a bondage to this life. All of my past lives mean absolutely nothing. Now I am to be a normal junior and not any of my other past lives.
    I eventually finished the file and began the transformation. Normally I would have to dye my hair, get colored contacts and use an incantation or two to change my appearance. This time was a little different, I had nothing at all to do except dye my hair back to its original color. To atone for how easy the physical transformation was, the new wardrobe was harder. I had a difficult time picking clothes for my characters and not for me. I looked over what the school curriculum, so I would not be a sort of academic snob. Although personally that is my favorite role to play, just to drive the people around me insane. This curriculum was simple, compared to the complex ones in England. After reading through the file twice, I decided to go check out the balcony. The house had been out in the middle of no where and I was curious to see if the stars were visible. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon and the night had rolled in. The sky was black but every star gleamed with perfection. Tomorrow would be my first day of high school, and all I could think about was sleeping in tomorrow. I had eventually decided not to and went inside.




    Chapter Two
    The First day of High School

    Well as usual the first day of High School is the day that I want to sleep in. I got out of bed, took a shower and I was literally running to grab my computer bag. I was not late but I was having my version, of an anxiety attack. When I become nervous in private I tend to rush and not mean to. I defiantly need to get my nerves under control, before I walk into that building. I left the house and entered the garage, now to tackle the task of selecting a car to drive today. My eyes looked over each one of the cars. I had owned many cars, but kept my favorites which are the Mercedes S55 AMG, a Porsche 911 turbo, my 2003 Ford Thunderbird soft top, my little Aston Martin trio (Aston Martin Vanquish, 1964 Aston Martin DB5 and 2007 Aston Martin DB9) and my little silver Audi Coop. I think I should stick with the car that is less conspicuous. Besides the little Audi Coop is fairly ordinary looking. I jumped in my little Audi and backed out of the garage. It was a ghastly morning, the fog seemed to role in better then the tides on the shores of California, before a storm.
    I kept my eyes on the road and felt the car role across the smooth blacktop. I felt the car change gears as I shifted smoothly. My thoughts, how ever were else where. I had been thinking of the high school and how small it probably is. The road seemed to disappear as I accelerated and then I realized that if I did not slow down, I would speed right past the school. The parking lot was filled with older models, of station wagons and trucks. My car stood out in this geriatrics club of cars. I pulled into an empty spot and listened to the engine for a second. I looked out the window and had the strangest thought pop into my head “Well Toto it looks like we are not in Kansas any more”. I laughed to my self only I would think of something that sarcastic, to lighten this dark and doleful mood that had swept over me.
    As I stepped out of my car I grabbed my computer bag and wandered to the main office. Many of the other students stared at me, as if I had been taunting them. I wandered into the office and to my amusement, found that the room was bright and warm. I walked up to the guidance consoler’s desk, to find that she was in fact much younger then I had expected. She was about 32 and looked as if she had not slept in days. Then I realized why everyone had been staring, I was wearing designer clothing. I did not take into account, the local dress. Great first I choose too nice of a car, now the mistake of designer clothing what next? I strode to the desk and introduced, my self “Hello my name is Elizabeth Carlson. I am new here from England”. The guidance counselor looked at me sweetly, as she responded “Ah, yes the new girl from England, hang on let me get the paper work that you will need”. The women sifted through the organized stack of paper work on her prim desk. The counselor hand me the paper work and went over my schedule, map and paper work that I would need to park in the parking lot. “So I hope that you have a good day” said the counselor. I smiled gracefully and responded “I will attempt it”. I then swiftly turned and walked toward my next class.
    I entered my first period class which was AP Calculus. When I entered I heard whispers as I walked passed. I had sat in the back of the room where the teacher had placed a text book on my desk. The two kids in front of me were talking about rumors that they had heard about me. These rumors humored me because there was not even a hint of credibility in them. I eventually ignored the lesson and the kids fully. I began to scan through peoples thoughts. Many of them were about me and my car, all I could do was suppressing a few snickers. “She is so hot” and “Damn look at her. Perfect hour glass, are there more like her in England? I may have to go over the summer”, were the two that made me crack up. Their thoughts are so lucid compared to the English. I was startled when the bell rang and grabbed my books off the desk. “Did you understand the lesson” asked the teacher. “Yes I did the lesson was fairly simple” I responded. He then reached out his hand and paused. I ignored his hand because I was not wearing gloves. My cold skin would disgust him. He pulled his hand back and attempted to smooth over his hair with it. “My name is Mr. Bander, we were not properly introduced. I had heard from your past professors that you are a diligent and skilled student” said the teacher. “It is a pleasure to meet you my name is Elizabeth” I responded gently. I then left the class room and I guess that he wanted to talk a little more, but I would have been late for class.
    I ran to my next class and made it on time of course. The English teacher made me introduce my self and then took my seat. Once again I would have to read, Withering Heights and many Shakespearean plays that I had already read. The class had gone smoothly as I listened to more thoughts. Many were still about me but then again why would they not be, after all I was the new addition to this little town. The rest of my classes had been this way until lunch.
    I entered the lunch room to find many eyes scanning over me. I was beginning to understand that I was going to defray for being the new girl. I looked around and then was approached by a student “Hey do you want to join us?” he asked. “All right, that sounds good. Thank you” I responded with a delightful smile. I followed him to the table. At the table sat five teens and they all stared at me. “I am Charles, those two are Jamie and Bret, That is Norman, over there is Natasha and Raymond” said the boy as he gestured toward each of them. I bowed my head as a greeting, apparently none of them had understood the gesture. They all looked at me funny. I was about to make a witty remark but decided to supplant, it with a courteous smile.
    Charles was in line purchasing lunch and I decided to listen to the conversation that they were trying, to hold with me. I responded by occasionally saying yeah and yes. Then someone caught my eye, he had been sitting at the table across from me. A teenage boy had been staring at me from the table across from us. His eyes were watching me, when I looked his way he looked away from me. Natasha giggled and whispered “That is Leonardo Denature and he is totally checking you out”. Her thoughts said other wise “Hah. Yeah right. Keep dreaming he is way out of your league, besides we all know that he has no interest in anyone here”. I then made a mental note to myself, Natasha lies through her teeth. The rest of the conversation was a total blur. That boy had gotten my attention and I did not understand why, he had been staring at me like that. When the bell rang I had gotten up and waited for the others.
    By then Bret and Jamie had been trying to carry an intricate conversation with me, but they were having no luck. I walked to class and waved to them before I had entered the class room. When I had entered the room more eyes seemed to follow me. The teacher Mr. Giles had handed me a text book, and gestured toward a desk that only had one person sitting at it. After a moment I realized who it was, Leonardo. Leonardo suddenly tensed as I had sat down. He then stared at me as I sat down and a sweep of awkwardness ran across me. He looked as uncomfortable as me and then I decided to push my note book back into my bag. I then felt a sudden urge to talk to him while he gazed at me. I calmed my self and looked, at my ghost white hands. I began to sift through thoughts of my own. I tried to come up with a rational reason for these feelings. I felt nervous but not scared, it was as if an electrical current had been sent through me.
    Suddenly the teacher had asked me “Hey Elizabeth are you okay?” At that point, I realized that I had zoned out and had my head in my hands. “I am okay just al little tired” I responded. The teacher then went back to teaching. I then decided to scan through other peoples thoughts. “I hope that she is all right. She looks ill. Maybe I should scan her thoughts”. I paused and once again had the incessant urge to touch him. Just then I realized what he had just thought. He looked at me oddly and then we both looked at each other. “Why is she staring at me?” he asked. I answered his thoughts in my head, “Because you are staring at me. Oopse, I should not have said that” I said in my head. “You can hear me?” asked Leonardo. I then paused and looked at him with a wry smile. He looked confused and then smiled back. For the rest of the period, I had to concentrate on class. The teacher had kept asking me questions. At the end of the period I got up and strode to my last class.
    My last class was gym and I had to hamper my skills in sports. I had been used to playing sports in a public place. We had been playing bad mitten, a sport which I loathed. Gym sped by as my mind had pondered the possibilities of what had happened between Leonardo and I. After I had changed and left the room I walked to my car. There parked next to my car was a beautiful Volvo C30, parked next to my silver Audi Coop and there standing next to it was Leonardo. I walked passed him and get in my car. Before I could even put the key in my ignition a melody had been caught in my head. I turned the key and started the car, in response the car purred with pleasure. I backed out and drove home. All that I could think of was Leonardo and what had happened.