this is a story i just started on but am really getting into. so far it hasnt even got a title but ill post as i write. it switched between perspectives so the persons name at the start of the chapter is who it is seen through. i hope you enjoy - post feedback please.

Alexander
BANG BANG! Someone was being very noisy. This is study hall, keep it down I was tempted to yell – studying for end of year exams was hard enough without idiots being stupid in the hall (mainly because I wanted to be one of those idiots). BANG! It was getting louder now. My (stupid) teacher Miss (stupid) Blate made us come to the (stupid) library to do (stupid) studying for the (stupid) exams. This was really S.T.U.P.I.D. I looked up from my (stupid) textbook as there was another loud BANG. I glanced around to see all the nerds looking very agitated and I laughed (on the inside – I'm not that mean really). Suddenly the big double doors to the study hall/library flew open flooding the dark room with the cold sterile light you usually associate with hospitals. Even though I was half blinded by the white light I managed to glimpse the long honey blonde hair of my sister rushing towards me. I felt her plonk herself down in the chair next to me in the very un-ladylike way she does and I looked at her trying to blink the white spots from my eyes.
‘Sup Bell?’ I asked flashing her the cute little smile I reserve for her (and that really hot chick on the cheerleading squad). She smiled back but her smile was guarded. She’s my twin and I love her lots (not that I said it often, you know, I'm a guy – we just DON’T DO THAT). We are both really pale, really slim and really blonde, our eyes are both emerald green and I reckon that our tastes are so similar we may even share a brain cell or two. Her name is Izabel just so you know (yes, I know it’s a weird spelling).
‘It’s...’ she hesitated then dropped her voice to a whisper ‘Them’. She clenched her jaw and did the shifty-eye thing like she does after she swears and hope no one heard. “Them” is what everyone calls the Trackers. Trackers go around and hunt Vampyres – and Vampyres are bad (or so we are told). Everyone gets scared when the trackers come in case they get marked as a Vamp (no one knows if they are one at our age – you usually don’t know until you at least come of age – A.K.A turn 18) and being a vamp can be punishable by death or at least a life sentence in a Vamp-proof prison (whatever that is). So you can see why tracker raids are feared.
Recently the Trackers have been very busy raiding schools, offices and even orphanages but so far our school has been lucky – well, I guess not now huh?
I looked into my twins’ scared eyes. ‘You’re not a Vamp sis’ I told her trying to sound more confident than I felt.
‘But what about Auntie Loraine, are you forgetting about her?’, Auntie Loraine had been convicted of Vampirism about ten years ago and, one beheading later, found her place in the world – on a pike atop of Maldorf Castle.
‘How could I forget Loraine? But don’t worry, she’s only a distant relli’ (I hoped), ‘just act natural and you’ll be fine’. The words were barely out my mouth when “They” burst into the library.
I had to blink back the little white spots again before I could get a real look at them. I was shocked. They looked just like normal people except for a few things. They all had very angled, white (and I mean WHITE) faces with bright purple eyes. All their hair was sleek, straight and pitch black and they all gave off the feeling of power which scared me more than anything else.
Bell cowered against me as the three Trackers spread out around the room. The middle one came to a stop at the table next to us and a girl with short, extremely curly red hair. She shrunk back into her chair as the Tracker stretched his (white) hand towards her and placed it forcefully on the top of her head. She made a small squeak as the Tracker shut his eyes – his face was expressionless but still hard and intimidating. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he jerked his hand back like she had electrocuted him but then moved onto the next person.
This pattern continued around the whole table and I could see, out the corner of my eye, the other Trackers (another man and a woman) doing the same. The closest Tracker now turned his attention towards Bell and me. I felt my sis tremble as he moved closer to us, his hand outstretched, but just as he was about to place his hand on my sisters’ brow a sharp call broke the stillness of the silent library.
‘We got one’ said the deep voice from behind me. Everyone turned to look at the back of the study area, near the bookshelves, where the other male Tracker was. He stood beside the last tracker, the female, who had her hand pressed firmly to the head of a terrified looking brunet first year. Her almond eyes were wide with shock and she was staring directly into the deep amethyst eyes of the cockily smiling Tracker.
Our Tracker withdrew his hand then almost glided over to the others where he stood behind the girl and placed his hands on her shoulders. She managed to let out one terrified scream before he squeezed her shoulders and she slumped down in her chair, unconscious. The last man swung her up easily into his arms and began to leave, the other two never relaxing their hold on the girl.
As soon as the Trackers left the room a bunch of nervous, happy and relieved babble broke out amongst the other students. ‘It was like ice’ I heard one person say. Bell and I just looked at each other with anxious and terrified expressions.
We had both just witnessed our first true marking.

It had been over so quickly I had barely had time to think but in my next class, Spanish, my mind began to wander (and seriously, whose mind doesn’t wander in Spanish class?). I saw over and over again in my mind the white hand of the tracker stretching towards Bell and me, I heard the girls’ scream and I saw the trackers smug grin at her terror. It made me feel sick. I could tell my sister was still thinking about it too, she was worried for the girl.
As twins we’ve always been able to kinda tell what the other one of us was thinking or feeling. It was cool in a weird, freaky person kinda way. I liked being able to know what was wrong with her when she was upset or angry so I could comfort her (or stay out of her war path). She was also a really good person to talk to about things that all my other ‘guy friends’ would laugh about. Still, it can be annoying at times (and awkward).
I tried as hard as I could to send her soothing thoughts – let her know it would be ok – but even as I did I knew I was lying so I pretty much gave up straight away.
Before I knew it the beautifully horrid clanging bell rang signalling the end of the double period and the school day. I gladly gathered up my books, shoved them untidily into my bag and wormed my way out into the hall, narrowly avoiding Mrs. Delaney my English teacher as she tried to follow up on my Shakespeare essay that I hadn’t handed in from last Thursday. The hall was surprisingly subdued. Though there was the usual throng of people; the girls with their non-stop chatter, the guys with their random acts of idiocy and everyone with a sane mind (non-nerdy that is) rushing to get home, everything seemed slightly quieter – even if only by a fragment. Those girls who would normally be squealing, giggling and swapping gossip were doing so in hushed voices and the guys weren’t being quite as obnoxious as usual which made me think that by now the whole school knew about what had happened in the study hall.

I like your story! It's very well described, and the main character's ideas are easily expressed

sorry its been a while guys, what with exams and everything iv been kind of busy but here is a bit more

I met up with Izsabel out the front of the school and we made our way in silence to the bus stop. I could feel she was still worrying but I couldn’t do anything about it so I kept my silence – mental and physical.
The bus was late, again, so we sat down to wait. People from school slumped, slouched, skipped and ran past but all a lot quieter than usual. My mind wandered again to the girl and I just couldn’t help be glad it wasn’t me. I could tell I was completely out of it as the bus pulled up because the sound of the squealing tires made me jump half a mile off my seat.
The bus trip was unusually dull so I resorted to listening to my crappy IPod I got cheap off eBay (and has been nothing but a pain since I might add). I switched it on as we passed James Court, about 25 minutes from home. Even at full volume it’s often difficult to hear my music on any regular bus ride so the silence that dominated now meant that when I pressed play I got the full force of high volume, making my ears ring. I turned on one of my favourites (The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance) and slumped further down into the uncomfortable leather covered bench.
After a long boring half an hour (the bus was running even later) I could finally be free of the bus. Me and Bell were some of the last to disembark so we left the strange emo guy and the chick wearing fluro on the bus and made our way down the street. My IPod was hidden in my bag again but I saw Izsabel was still listening to hers and humming along, though still with an expression on deep thought on her face.
Mum must still have been at work because the door was locked but at least she had remembered to leave a key this time. Click went the lock and I headed straight for the kitchen. After quenching my thirst I flopped down onto the couch grabbing the remote and a packet of crisps on the way. I felt the thumping bass now emanating from Bells’ room, who I knew had plugged her slightly better quality IPod into the DOC the moment we had walked into the house. That girl is completely obsessed with music!
I whiled away most of the afternoon in front of the TV but when it was obvious mum wasn’t going to be back for tea me and Bell fed ourselves.
Being the good little boy I am I was in bed by the time mum rolled into the house around midnight (even if I had just launched myself into bed seconds before after hastily signing out of MSN). She was in bed when I woke up the next day so I didn’t even get to say hi before me and Bell left for school.

School was the same as the previous afternoon, it seemed no one had gotten over yesterdays unpleasantness overnight. Everyone was very subdued and there was an air of tension hanging around.
I split from Izsabel at the front gates when I spotted a bunch of my friends hanging outside the gym. We went to the lockers together and then continued to our first class. About halfway through the second period I realised I was walking and talking but I didn’t really register it. It was like I was in some weird daze where my body didn’t belong to my mind anymore. The bell was strangely loud in the silent classroom. As we moved off I tried to make conversation determined not to let my brain lose control of my body but no one wanted to talk back.
We sat emotionlessly and ate our snack then moved off as the locker bell clanged abnormally loud again. My locker was next to this second year Ranga kid but when I tried to make conversation he seemed very interested in a piece of gum on the inside of his locker door.
The rest of the day passed like this even though I tried to make an effort (for once) to pay attention in class – anything to take my mind off the weird behaviour of my fellow students. In period four we were meant to be researching our end of year assignment but the teacher had moved us from the library to an empty classroom, and I can’t say I wasn’t glad I didn’t have to face that room just yet.
After what had seemed a more longer and agonising school day than usual the home bell rang and I made my way to the lockers. I saw one of my friends a short way down the hall so I sprinted to catch up with him.
‘Hey’ I said as he noticed me.
‘Hi’ was all I got in reply.
‘Hey you remember its Bell and mines’ party Saturday right?’
‘Ye.’ He didn’t even look at me which pissed me off a bit but I kept my temper (most unusually for me).
‘Just checking. You’re still coming right?’ I asked.
‘Ye, why wouldn’t I?’ he finally looked at me but he seemed sceptical, like he thought I might be trying to ditch him. Though I wasn’t going to complain – this was the most I’d gotten out of anyone all day (unless you include grunts and ‘uh huh’).
‘Oh, nuthin’!’ I assured him as we continued to walk down the corridor. ‘Why don’t you bring Kara along too?’ I asked. I saw his face light up at the mention of his most recent and steady girlfriend.
‘Ye, you know, I might just do that!’ he smiled at me and I smiled back as we reached my locker bay. We said goodbye then I went to get my bag.
I hadn’t seen my twin all day so I was looking forward to seeing Bell but when she turned up to the bus stop with Maddie, one of her friends, I knew I wouldn’t get to talk to her.
The bus was only 5 minutes late today so that was a bonus and I moved to the back straight away, taking out my IPod. Once again I had to keep the volume below full because of the silence of the bus. I put on “Bullet for my Valentine” then got as comfy as humanly possible on those most uncomfortable benches.
Maddie got off with us today so I figured she must be coming home with us. We made it to the door which was open today. I walked into the scent of burning so I figured mum was trying cook something nice since Maddie was here and it wasn’t working out too well. I later found out she had attempted a stir fry but it had gone horribly wrong so we ended up with her speciality – tuna pasta with crunchy bread.
The girls spent most of the afternoon hidden away in Bells’ room with the bass pumping slightly quieter than normal. I spent my afternoon doing my already-over-a-week-late English assignment on Shakespeare’s plays that Miss Goody-Goody Izsabel had handed in on time making me look really bad.
I decided that by two A.M I had earned the right to sleep even though I had only written 655 words on a 1000 word essay, but if I couldn’t do it in seven hours there was no point in trying for more. I printed off my sad attempt. Snuggling down in my squishy bed and, famous quotes still whirring around in my head, I fell asleep.

I was extremely tired – with a capital ‘T’ – the next day. I had the crappiest night sleep ever. I dreamed I was hamlet and I got a new puppy that turned out to be a guy in a banana costume. Next thing I knew I was standing on a balcony in a dress (with very hairy legs) saying ‘Bananao, Bananao, Where for art thou Bananao?’ then we both rode off into the sunset on a flying potato.
Having vegies on the mind I decided to have something healthy for breakfast but I just couldn’t bring myself to eat the banana (that I could have sworn was smiling at me) so I had a glass of V8 juice and a berry muesli bar instead. I was surprised when Maddie walked into the kitchen with Bell, snagging herself my unclaimed banana, but then I thought that somewhere between dinner and the passionate tale of banana love, Maddie must have decided to sleep over.
The heat assailed us as we walked down the street. It was an unusually hot and muggy day so by the time we had reached school we were already dripping with sweat. All I can say is thank god for air conditioning. The classrooms were lovely and cool so at least while we suffered at school we didn’t also crisp up.
I was disappointed when I got to school. Nothing had changed. Everyone was still the same weird quiet and I'm sure the heat wasn’t helping with that either.
I handed in my Shakespeare essay at the end of fourth period with a disapproving look from Mrs. Corey then headed out to lunch. Just to add to the mugginess it started raining so everyone was huddled together smelling bad and getting just a little bit pissy. By the time the locker bell rang I was ready for the day to end as I walked sluggishly to get my books.
Then I heard a scream somewhere in the distance and a crash. I took one look at Adam, who was walking beside me, then felt a sudden surge of terror that wasn’t mine. That was what made me run toward the commotion – and my twin.




Izsabel

The fifth year boy who had just been thrown into the trophy cabinet groaned pitifully. My eyes darted momentarily to his limp, glass-covered body but then I moved them swiftly back to the thing that had thrown him.
It defiantly wasn’t human, I knew that much for sure, but I couldn’t even begin to think what it actually was. Its head was block-like with two large pointed ears sticking out either side. Its skin was a foul shade of grey, with flecks of green around the base of the ears. It didn’t seem to have any pupils so its eyes just looked like great disks of dirty water. It had no nose though I had a deep slit over its lipless mouth that I assumed was for breathing. Its muscles bulged under its clothes made of old dirty cloth roughly sewn together.
It was surrounded by half a dozen trackers whose eyes shone brightly through their black hoods but they did not look like they were trying to tame the beast, merely control it and stop it from straying from its target – me.
The girl next to me, Abigail, screamed again as it took a step towards us – a high-pitched, blood curdling screech that made my scalp tingle and my ears hurt. The things’ attention turned to Abigail and I used this distraction to look for an escape route. Like they had sensed my wandering gaze the trackers tightened their ranks limiting my options to the classroom behind me or where I was now so I stood my ground (I didn’t want to think about what it might do to me if it had me all alone in the classroom).
My gaze moved back to it and we locked eyes. I stared hard into those bottomless eyes and saw nothing but greed, hunger and the thirst to kill.
There was silence all around me; everyone was either staring at it or me. There was a slight scuffle to the right and an audible gasp. My eyes flickered to the right where I saw my brother standing and gaping, his eyes wide. I moved an inch towards him and the thing mimicked me, shifting so that it was still straight in front of me and I was forced to look directly at it.
Its lipless mouth opened into what I could have sworn was a triumphant grin, exposing hundreds of tiny razor-sharp yellow teeth. It lifted its head, pushed out its chest and let out a giant roar that sent the other students screaming and scrabbling around in their attempt to escape the hallway. I was rooted to the spot, paralysed by fear. I suddenly felt warm arms surround me and knew my brother was there beside me – giving me strength.
‘SILENCE’ a booming voice echoed down the hall and everyone stopped. My head, as well as Zander’s and everybody else’s, snapped to the left where the voice had come from. There was silence again except for the heavy panting of the creature.
A boy who looked scarcely old than Zander and me was winding his way through the gathered crowd towards the creature. He had a very pallid complexion which stood out greatly again his greasy raven hair. His clothes were simple, jeans and a t-shirt (with SpongeBob on the front), but something in the way he held himself gave him an air of power not dissimilar to that of the trackers. His eyes were slightly yellow but when the sterile school light reflected in them they almost glowed gold.
‘Listen to you all! Running around squealing like a pack of baboons, you should be ashamed.’ His voice was high but smooth like silk, he spoke with the same confidence that surrounded him and I even saw some people hang their heads like they were indeed ashamed of their actions.
He stepped across the circle that had been made by the trackers towards me and Zander, who still had his arms tightly wrapped around me. He did a sort of half bow to me then gently took my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it.
‘And who may I ask are you fine lady?’ he asked in his velvet voice. My heart stuttered and the words became caught in my throat. He smiled charmingly at me and his eyes flashed as they met mine. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I was brought out of my reverie.
His eyes were as dark as the creature, or maybe even worse for I saw to my disgust that he was enjoying this situation far too much. I snatched my hand away from him quickly and I saw the trackers take an involuntary step towards us but they greasy boys’ smile never wavered.
‘Izsabel’ I snapped.
‘Hmmmm’ was all he replied. He turned his back and began walking closer to the creature.
‘Well Miss Izsabel, I need you and your brother to come with me now’ he said still not looking at me but examining the creature. I looked up at Zander who gave the slightest shake of his head.
‘Why?’
‘Because’ he replied simply.
I squeezed Zander’s hand then said ‘no thankyou I don’t think we will’. Suddenly he whirled around to face us and I could see he was angry but he hid it well, smoothing his face in a matter of seconds. He smiled then took a step back towards me.
‘I think it would be in your best interests if you were to come with me now’ his face was now plastered with a very convincing smile that was quite intimidating. I shuddered but held strong with my brother by my side.
‘I don’t think so really’ I replied feeling my Zander squeeze my hand in encouragement. The boys’ smile became more realistic and he turned back to the creature.
‘Well that is most unfortunate’ he began but he did not seem at all unhappy about my answer. ‘I will leave you then but I cannot, of course, guarantee the protection of my guards...’ he gestured to the trackers who I saw were all smiling like it was Christmas, and I knew this was not going to end well ‘...who seem to be the only ones who can control our little friend, Egor here, and as you have seen, that control is not always great at the best of times – and I would hate for anything to happen to you or your brother Miss Izsabel’ he smiled when he said my name like he was enjoying some personal joke. I felt Zander stiffen next to me and my body began to tremble. He was threatening us and he was sniggering like he found the prospect amusing!
He turned his back on us and moved towards the crowd again. Stopping just inside the ring of people he turned to look over his shoulder. ‘My offer still stands if you’d prefer to come with me’ he said still sounding amused.
‘No, thank you’ I replied stiffly, trying not to let my voice betray my fear. I saw him smile then disappear into the crowd along with the trackers who melted away into the group of teenagers.
There was a moments silence then all hell broke loose.
People began running off in every direction as the monsters horrible head flipped from side to side, an evil grin plastered across its face. It turned its face to Zander and me and I locked eyes with it, those horrible murky, dirty water eyes.
Zander pulled on my hand and we ran.
The mass of people attempting to flee crushed us against lockers and squished us to almost braking point but I never let go of my twins hand – we had to stay together. All around me I saw terrified faces, heard screams and felt hands but I kept running.
I could hear it behind us and I risked a momentary glance back but instantly regretted it. I locked eyes with it for only a second but that second was enough to make me run even faster. Glancing back again I saw it fling a body into the nearest set of lockers denting it so heavily it almost caved into itself then began moving closer to us.
We rounded a corner and I looked forward. There were still people running around us but we left the screaming and crashing behind. Everyone was silently running now.
I could see the double doors ahead which were flung open as the first rush of students pushed through. The car park was just outside and from there we could make our way out into the main road but when we were a few steps from freedom Zander tugged me into the nearest classroom and slammed the door behind us. I whirled around to face him as he pressed his ear to the door. I could hear screaming coming closer now but it was muffled by the door.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ I shouted at him. What if that thing smelt us in here? We’d be screwed!
‘Shut. Up’ he snapped then motioned for me to move to his side. I took a tentative step forward but then froze in place for a hulking black shadow had just reached the frosted glass of the door. Zander stiffened and he could obviously hear it. I motioned for him to come to me but he stayed put. I stared at the shadow which did not move from behind the door. I tore my eyes from it scrambled to Zander who still had his ear pressed to the wood, eyes wide. I did the same and suddenly I could hear it – it was sniffing – trying to smell us out.
There was a step outside and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Then there was another and another. I stayed with my ear pressed tightly against the door until its booming footfalls couldn’t be heard anymore and the screaming became but a distant buzz.
I soon became aware of a painful stinging in my chest and realised I had been holding my breath. I let it out in one quick whoosh then gulped in ice cold air. I heard my twin doing the same but even though he was in front of me I could not see him. My vision was fuzzy and though I could hear Zander saying my name it was strangely muffled, almost like I was underwater.
I felt him grasp my hand and we moved out into the deserted corridor. The floor was littered with paper and broken textbooks. Some of the lockers were dented and paint had been scratched away in streaks across the doors. There was a water tap further down the hall that had been destroyed and water was now flowing onto the floor. Altogether it looked like a warzone.
We started to walk down the hall away from the door leading outside. There was another exit that came out on the other side of the car park a few corridors away so we headed for that. It was the farthest door from the bus stop so we barely ever used it but for some reason it felt safer to stay inside for a while longer.
The car park was deserted when we reached it but even then we headed straight across the garden beds to the main road. The street was quiet besides a few cars buzzing slowly down the road away from the school and the bus that we would usually catch passing by us. I watched it disappear round the corner, its sign glowing “out of order”.
There was a light misty rain coming down as Zander and I began to walk in the direction of home which felt nice against my hot skin. There was no wind, not even a breeze – the air was still – and there was a rainbow in the distance.
We managed to flag down another bus about ten minutes later but by that time the icy rain had managed to seep into our clothes and chill us to the core. The bus was nice and warm and for once I enjoyed the long bus ride, it gave me a chance to warm myself up before stepping outside to walk the road home. I snuggled myself into Alexzanders’ chest and closed my eyes, focusing on letting my body relax. Before I knew it our stop had come and we left the warm comfort of the bus.
The rain was now coming down hard and it stung as it bounced off my head and face. I was wearing my skinny jeans and cardigan which meant I was extremely hot this morning but now I'm glad I did. We hunched our backs and ran though the painful rain towards the house, still holding each other’s hands.
I was the first to notice the door, which was hanging off the frame by a hinge. I stopped dead and Zander did the same not a meter in front. I examined the rest of our tatty red-brick house. One of the front windows was smashed and the curtains in the front windows were missing. Mums car sat in the driveway looking unharmed though very dusty (but that wasn’t really unusual).
Mum.
I realised suddenly that mum must be home – inside our ruined home. I ran through the rain to the door where I could vaguely see the contents of our living room tipped on its side. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but I held them in.
‘Mam’ I yelled, my voice braking slightly. There was no answer except for the silence. ‘Mam’ I tried again slightly louder. Zander was now passing by me into the house. I could barely see through the tears and my already cloudy vision. The house was pitch black and I was slightly scared to go inside but I followed Zander anyway.
‘Mam’ I kept yelling, Zander joining in too but there was nothing, no noise, no reply, just nothing.
I stood now in the centre of the living room. The sofa had been tipped on its side, the lampshade was askew and the TV lay flat on the floor surrounded by a pool of shimmering glass. Suddenly the room was lit up by a flash of lightning making the shattered glass glitter with white light.
Thunder clapped as Zander and I made our way through the house. None of the lights were working so our only source of light was the lightning that flashed at random intervals outside. We searched room by room but still we found no one.
Everywhere there was evidence of the whirlwind that had ripped through our house searching for god only knows what. My room had been trashed. Clothes strewn across the floor, my mattress flipped over and my stereo/ IPod DOC smashed into little pieces across the floor. Zander’s room was no better.
By the time we reached mums room I had begun to think she had been at work and her car was here for some unknown but totally normal reason but all hope of that died when I opened her bedroom door.
The floor, bed and even the walls were splattered with blood and a limp body was draped over the bed drenched in crimson that poured off the fingers onto the floor. The haze that had covered me since we left the school instantly lifted and I saw the scene in its entirety, from every tiny splatter of blood to each minute shard of glass littering the carpet.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I just knew I had to get out.
I ran from the room not stopping, not looking back, until I felt the drenching, icy, stinging rain then I fell to floor screaming and wept.