I am BACK! YAY! Here it is, the first chapter of the sequel to 'Show Me How It Ends' I hope you all enjoy!
Upon My End Shall I Begin
Stage I: Relapse
The halls were crowded with new students. Freshman bustled from room to room, searching for their classes. The higher grades watched amusedly, understanding the younger students' frustration.
A tall sophomore spun the combination to his locker with ease. His black hair was styled to fall over his eyes and was cut rather short in the back, flipping up. A silver ring glistened from its place at the center of the boy's lower lip.
"Mokuba!"
Grey eyes turned to gaze upon the smiling red-head rushing through the halls to meet him. He broke into a grin as he shoved his backpack into the cramped metal box.
"So…she does make it to school. God, we thought you were dead Shizuka."
She punched her adopted brother's arm. "No thanks to you… freakin emo." She muttered. Mokuba leaned into the girl, peering at her from beneath his jet black bangs.
"Hey baby, wanna' go back to my place and slit our wrists together?" Shizuka snorted. "Maybe tomorrow, right now I've got chemistry. You are so lucky to have study hall first period." She turned away and walked down the hall that led to the stairs.
Mokuba gaped at her retreating form. "Lucky?" He called out. "I'm loosing a credit for that 'class', and I didn't even sign up for it!" She looked back and nodded. "Sure, just keep telling yourself that." Shizuka disappeared around a corner, and Mokuba sighed before searching for his friends. He finally gave up with two minutes until the bell. He'd find them at lunch.
Mokuba took a seat at one of the many tables in the cafeteria, pulling out his laptop thoughtlessly. He checked his e-mail through roll and surfed the net for a while after.
Thoroughly bored, he closed the computer and contemplated sleeping for the next half hour. Of course, that notion was crushed by the teacher's shrill order to wake up. He hadn't even been asleep…
"Yeah, tonight a bunch of us are getting together at the graveyard a few blocks from here-"
Mokuba raised his head from his arms and turned his head to get a glimpse of the person talking across from him. It was Amber Parks; Mokuba had known her since last year. They weren't very close, but they passed as friends. She saw him staring. "Oh, Mokuba, Hey, would you like to come with us tonight? There are rumors that there's been some weird shit going on down there lately; we were going to check it out." She elbowed the boy she had been talking to before. "Go see if there are any 'vampires' down there." She laughed and Mokuba felt himself scowl. "That is not a good idea." She glanced at him indifferently. "Why?" 'Because if you go anywhere near Katsuya's grave you'll be eaten.' He thought wryly. He shrugged "I heard there are a few nut jobs running around out there at night. It's just not safe."
"Fine. You don't have to come." She leaned back against her chair haughtily. "I knew you wouldn't have the gall to go." He glared back. "No, I just have common sense." He pulled a book out of his messenger bag and flipped it open, signaling that the conversation was over. 'Maybe I should try to tell Seto their coming…'
The final bell rang, indicating that the school day was over. Students filled out of their rooms, it was almost like clockwork… Shizuka grabbed Mokuba's shoulder through the crowd.
"And how was your first day of sophomore year?" Grey eyes peered at her hesitantly. "It was fine; you know… its school. It's probably nothing, but Amber was talking about hanging out at the graveyard tonight…"
Shizuka smiled sadly. "You're just worried aren't you? Seto isn't there every night Mokuba. The odds he'd be there tonight are a million to one. Besides, if you haven't forgotten, Seto likes to check up on you the first day of school. It's his thing. So no worries."
The boy smiled. "Yeah, no worries."
There were five of them. Two girls, three boys, and five shovels.
"Amber this is so illegal…" the other girl whispered softly, fear evident in her voice. "Camryn, three years ago something happened out here. A whole bunch of graves were destroyed, and there was more than enough blood spilt to justify someone dying. Plus there were, like, claw marks in a bunch of headstones around one grave. We are going to find out what was so important about that grave. One of the guys is going to watch for anyone coming, so we're not going to get caught. I'm just curious, and curiosity is not a crime." Camryn shuddered as she looked around. "Yeah? Well just remember what happened to the cat…"
The group walked through cool grass and unkempt vegetation to reach a neglected area of graves. Only one stood proudly in the gloom, its black marble surface reflecting the glow of their flashlights. A single black rose rested before the marker. Camryn stopped as the rose came into view. Someone cared about whoever was buried there. It had to be a fairly new grave, judging by the condition the marble was in. There was a nagging inside of her. This was wrong, and somehow, the others couldn't get that through their skulls.
"Amber! I'll stay back and watch for anyone." She cried out in a voice she hoped sounded confident. The other girl gave an affirmative nod as she thrust her shovel into the soft ground beneath her. Camryn leaned against a tree, out of the groups view; desperately trying not to cry. God she felt so dirty…
After what seemed like an hour, Camryn heard the dull thump of metal hitting wood. "Has anyone ever seen a dead body before?" A few muffled answers came in reply to the question. All of which were no.
"Hey Cam! Come over here, this iswhy we came!"
She panicked, the last thing she wanted to see was a decaying corpse. Especially like this. "You guys have any idea what will happen if we get caught now? I'll stay here, thanks."
Amber shrugged. "Hey, whatever you want. Ryan? If you'll do the honors?" The said boy dropped into the opening with a crow bar. There was a loud cracking sound, followed by the dry creak of rusted hinges. "Wow…"
"What is it?" Amber demanded. "It's just…he looks really good for being three years dead…" She moved to get a better view. He couldn't have been older than eighteen or so. He had a mop of unruly blond hair, full lips… he was hot. If he wasn't dead, she totally would have dated him.
"Other than the fact he isn't rotting like a dead body should. There's nothing unusual here Amber." Another of the boys said disappointedly. "Hey, were just gonna jet." And with that the two remaining teens grabbed their shovels and bolted. "Cowards…" Amber muttered. She looked down at the teen in the grave. "You are really cute for a dead guy…" She leaned in and traced a finger over the blonde's cheek. Ryan was climbing out of the crevasse with difficulty. He lost his footing and grabbed Amber for support. Both of them toppled into the grave, Amber lying sprawled across the blonde's body. She resisted the urge toyell as she found herself face to face with the corpse.
"Ryan…please get me out of here..." She looked up at her boyfriend helplessly. Ryan held out his hand for her to grab; but as she turned back to push herself up, she met a pair of fiery golden eyes, ones that were quickly turning a bloody red.
"RYAN!" She shrieked, scrambling to get away from the blonde. The teen opened his mouth and revealed a set of elongated canines.
Amber screamed and knew no more.