~The Forgotten Vampire~ Intro 00

As i stood by Devan and his friends, listening to Mr Schindler's instruction i noticed what looked like a tour guide at the entrance gates, he was peculiar looking, rather eccentricly dressed in his brighly coloured miss match suit, not one article of clothing was the same colour let alone the same shade of a colour, he had black bowl cutt hair on which sat a peculiar looking orange top hat, i could not for the life of me tell u what eye colour he possesed for his face was almost drowned by a large pair of sunglasses that looked even more out of place than this man in the frosty october air. his shirt was of a shoking green colour tucked hazzardously into the most vibrantly pink almost glowing bell bottom trousers i'd ever laid eyes on he had neon blue shoes topped with flourecent yellow socks and for a jacket he sported a purple silk looking thing that appeared to be heavily furred on the inside. at the site of this man many students gasped including mr schindler but not me, never me, for this man reminded me of one of my heroes, my idol a legend to beat all legends the greatest actor ever to grace the screans Johnny Depp. this man who has yet to introduce himself appeared to me as a cross between willy wonka and jack sparrow gone colour blind and the way he held his posture just scream eccentric chocolate making pirate at me which only cause a wide grin to spread.
i turned my attention away from this vision of favoulousness to capture the faces and reactions of my fellow student body to note that all but one was guaking at the man patiently awaiting out arrival, there in the middle of a crowd stood Devan yet his eye were not focoused on the as yet unnamed tour man but trained at his feet, a deep frown etched on his face and a sort of sorrow eminated from his body. i dont know why the site of Devan in such pain caused a pang through my heart, maybe it was the fact that although he was usually the cause of such a look on my face i didnt like it on his or anyone elses for that matter i new the hurt of surrow i new the pain of torment i knew all about pain and it's missery and self acclaimed hell and i didnt wont anyone else to feel its depth even if that person was my sworn nemesis Devan...
~*~ Devan's POV ~*~
"I'm fine" she snapped "i'm always fine, so stop worrying your pretty little head about it, it's not like you've never hit me before and you've never been sorry any of the other times so why bother starting now" she'd never know how much that comment hurt, not because of the anger it was said in but because i knew she was telling the truth and that sent a sharp pang straight to my heart. How could i have been so stupid and treated her like this for so long, why could i not have just admited i loved her from the moment her curious 3 year old frame entered my house thumb in mouth with a teddy tucked in the crevice of her folded arm he tiny hand held tighly by my dad's enormous one, but i let me pride get in the way, i let my fear of having my parents love me less because they now had theperfect little girl blind me with hate, it was to late now no matter what i did she'd never return my feelings all she could feel towards me was hatred and detest, it was never going to change i'd left it to long for it to change, she'd never forgive me so why bother trying only to get myself hurt, if this was how it's ment to be then i was going to do it right, i was going to ensure that Lathan Phoenix would regret the day she came into my life and turned my world upside down. this was war,i wouldnt stop now till Lathan my love my hate my enemy and my soulmate was completely anialated.
as i looked up from my thoughts i realised i'd made my way of the coach and to the centre of my excited friends yet what really shocked me was the look on lathan's face, a smile, not one of those fake empty one she throws around so easily, but a true one, one that made her eyes shine and sparkle in the dim october light one directed at what could only be described as a colour blind patient recently released from a mental institute for being the wierdest man alive. god how i wished she'd look at me like that, if only, god if only she'd look at me like that, forgive me for what i'd done to her then i wouldnt have to go through with my plan, i wouldnt have to carry out her vicious demise, i wouldnt have to anialate her from my life, instead i could hold her, love her, make her cry with laughter rather than pain, i'd be able to just have her, my nemesis, but most importantly of all if she'd look at me like that it'd mean one thing and one thing only she wouldnt be my nemesis she'd my my life my joy my happyness my lover and not only would she have my love i'd have hers...