And tell me anything I could do to make it better…I posted this question before but I said I would again because I didn’t get a lot of answers…
So sorry about the length, please try to read it all!…
I’ve just started it.
The girl was still and silent, porcelain features deathly white. Her blonde hair waved softly across the forest floor, tangled in leaves and twigs. Her eyes were close and her chest was still.
She’d breathed her last breath.
For now.
Who was death to think he could claim Scarlett Avilon?
Every faerie’s biggest fear was the Were. A curse that destroyed lives- one bite was all it took to turn you into a wild and insane shape shifter. Those who were bitten were sent to live in a remote mountain range, where they wouldn’t be a danger to every one else.
Scarlett never planned on being bitten. She’d grown up more intelligent than every other faerie put together, and so beautiful she could wrap the most hard- heated faerie around her finger. She’d written 7 books and her company, which specialized in everything, had put all competition out of business.
She was 12 years old.
A wild pack of Weres, driven mad by the curse, had come down from the mountains. Scarlett saw them rushing towards her, eyes wide and fearful, rolling in agony. She saw a brief flash of teeth, claws, mutant wolves, hybrid cats and horses. Only half faerie.
And then they were upon her.
They were driven largely by fear, and they didn’t stop-hooves thundered over her and claws ripped through her. There was only one bite, on her left leg. But that was all it took. An ordinary person would have despaired, and fled before the curse took hold, before they became a danger to their family. The thought never occurred to Scarlett. Self-pity had never appealed to her. She knew she had precisely 90 seconds of rational thinking before the curse took hold. Her hand went straight to her pocket and found the little handheld computer there. Her fingers flew across the touch screen. The email read
Soon, the public knowledge will be that I am dead. Preserve my body- I will soon need it. There will be a stone beside my computer- mind it with your life.
She hit send.
60 seconds left.
“Last resort” she whispered. The computer scanned her voice and the password. ‘Iris scan in process’ said the computer’s cool voice. Every fleck in her amber-gold eyes was put under thorough inspection.
“Scan complete” said the computer. A secret window appeared on the screen ‘Enter password’ it read. Cursing her own security measures, she typed ‘life’.
“Life vacuum to be initiated. Confirm?”
“Yes, yes! I confirm!” she snapped exasperatedly.
“Life vacuum initiated” the computer announced, in a voice that infuriated Scarlett. She had 25 seconds left to transfer her life to somewhere else, before her body came under the Were curse.
A slot opened underneath the computer screen. Scarlett felt herself become weaker. That was because she had placed a moonstone inside the slot- a stone that attracted and absorbed life like a magnet. Something she’d recently discovered. Who knew she’d have to avail of it so soon.
50% complete. 15 seconds to go.Slowly, the percentage bar snailed forwards, and Scarlett became weaker and weaker until she could hardly keep her eyes open. She could feel the pain ripping through her leg, sending sharp spasms up and down her nervous system. She knew she hadn’t long before her body was out of her control. She just had to make sure her mind was somewhere else first.
100% complete. The moonstone slid out of the slot in the computer, Scarlett’s life safely sealed inside. Her body collapsed, the life having been drained from it.
That was how the man found her, seconds later. She looked, for all the world, like an ordinary 12 year old girl, peaceful in death. But he knew his master was still very much alive, and that Scarlett was not an ordinary girl. People who under-estimated Scarlett Avilon usually ended up dead.