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  Candy

  Immortal Fire Series

  Eighteen Summers

  Mini-Prequel

  by

  K.M.Liss

  Copyright © K.M.Liss. 2014.

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  CANDY

  I poke my arm out of the duvet quickly, strike at the snooze button, and then snuggle back down for the third time.

  Lazily, I open my eyes and look out of my low bedroom window.

  The blinds are raised. I like it that way.

  There are fields and trees outside, and it's a nice view from my bed.

  I can see the trees waving around in the wind.

  It was a rotten summer, now it's an even worse autumn. Wet, blustery and damn cold. It's only the middle of October and it was a measly five degrees yesterday. The coldest October for fifty three years or something.

  I really don't want to, but I force my protesting body out of bed and drag my comfy, black boy-shorts and skinny jeans on.

  I sit on the bed yawning and shivering with the cold. Goosebumps are breaking out all over me.

  Is there any worse experience than getting out of a lovely, warm, comfortable bed on a cold morning?

  If there is I haven't found it yet.

  I'm not a morning girl.

  Never have been.

  But lately it's been a nightmare getting up. I feel dreadful, so sluggish and sickly. And my head throbs every morning, like I've been on the booze all night.

  I seem be turning into a nocturnal creature, because I'm at my best of an evening and night. I can't get to sleep until two or three sometimes. And that's very inconvenient as I have to be up at seven thirty to get to class. I'm so knackered by four I nod off when I get home in the afternoons.

  I huff out a sigh of annoyance as I sort through my undies drawer and can't find my black bra. Then I remember it's in the wash basket. I go out to the landing and retrieve it. One more day ain't gonna matter.

  I get my dark red T-shirt out, and, after spraying myself liberally with Linx for girls, I get dressed. I don't know why I bother smelling nice really, no one's gonna get that close enough to me to appreciate it today. Or any day, in fact. I'm billy-no-mates. No friends and even worse, no boyfriends.

  It's not because I'm bad looking and I don't ever smell bad. I'm kinda fastidiously clean.

  And I know I've got a nice face, a decent figure and a good sized pair of tits.

  Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm attractive to the opposite sex in that sense. I've seem them looking. A lot. Even the extra hot ones have given me the real once over. And I'd love to have a boyfriend, in truth. There's one I'd particularly like to have.

  But I can't.

  So I make sure I'm unappealing in other ways, to put guys off; by being standoffish, rude, unapproachable. I'm not to be fucked with. Literally.

  Sadly, I can't let closeness happen, just in case.

  My body is as pure as the driven snow, untouched by man. Well, maybe not that pure and untouched. I have my own private moments. But at eighteen, I'm a virgin, in the true sense of the word.

  It's so not fair, I'm probably the only one in my class! I guess I could die one, unless things change.

  The reason I don't and can't get close, is because I want more than they are offering.

  I don't want to fool around and end up in someone's bed.

  Because I know I'll want their blood.

  The air is full of it. Human blood. Like a blood fog invading my nose and lungs.

  I can just about hold things together sometimes.

  My distraction techniques are all I have to fight it. Strong mints, gum, pinching myself, things like that.

  And I avoid the cafeteria and the library, all the melting pots, the gathering places for people.

  The only place I can't avoid is the classroom itself.

  Lately it's been so hard I just can't concentrate on the lessons any more.

  My head and nostrils are ringing with blood noise. Like tinnitus of the nose.

  I can block it out for small periods of time, and if there's only one or two people around it's fine if they're at arms length. But masses of people around me are becoming unbearable.

  And close contact is a big no.

  It's so sad, but I can't hug my mum and dad anymore...or anyone. My rising reaction warns me not to.

  I pull on my socks and my converse trainers, grab my books and messenger bag and head down the stairs.

  “Ah Candy love... I've made you your toast,” My mum says pushing a plate towards me.

  “Thanks,” I reply, picking it up and taking a tiny nibble to show willing.

  She does this every day and I take it out the door with me and throw it in the waste bin down the road on the way to class.

  It saves having to think up a good reason why I'm not eating it yet again.

  Thirst overwhelms me and I run a long glass of water and drink it down in a few long gulps.

  I'm practically living on the stuff. The water diet. For the last two days I've barely eaten a thing.

  My leather jacket is on the back of the kitchen chair and I shrug it on, and sling my bag around me, picking up my unwanted toast.

  “Bye, see you tonight, Mum,” I say, heading out the door.

  “Oh, Candace...I'm on lates. Get the dinner done will you. There's some beef in the fridge for a chili or spaghetti bolognese, and if I'm not home when you eat it, save me some, okay?”

  “Right.”

  Great...

  My stomach is rebelling already. Cooking meat and onions and all that stuff makes me heave.

  I get my bike out of the woodshed and I'm out of Hollybush Lane and down the street to the main road in less than a minute. Stopping to deposit my toast in the garbage, I pick my mints out of my bag and pop one in my mouth to remove the acrid toast flavour. I'm about to continue on to my sixth form, and class, when someone calls out to me.

  “Candy! Wait up...”

  I look over my shoulder.

  Oh no... it's Cody. My stalker. Well, not really my stalker, more like my shadow.

  “Hey Cody...” I offer a half wave of greeting and make to go, but he runs up to me.

  “Haven't seen you for a while.”

  “There's a good reason for that.”

  “What's that?”

  “I've been avoiding you.”

  “Oh ha ha, I love your sense of humour.”

  “I ain't joking, sweetie-pie.”

  He ignores my blatant brush off. As usual.

  “Wanna go get a coffee,” he says with a hot grin.

  “Can't stand the stuff.” Or much else.

  “Tea, hot chocolate? I'll pay. I'm working weekends now... got some cash...” he waves his wallet at
me.

  “Oh for crying out loud! Will you please leave me alone.”

  “So that's a yes, is it?” he laughs.

  I've gotta hand it to him, he's persistent.

  I stare at him for a minute.

  Tall, dark haired, cute nose, nice brown eyes. Kinda pretty in a boyish way.

  I suppose I can hold my breath for ten minutes. It's not that I don't like being around guys, quite the opposite in fact. It's just that I'm nervous of what I might do. Real nervous. My craving can be overwhelmingly strong.

  “Okay, I suppose I can fit you in my diary.”

  I roll along beside him and we talk about this and that; the football team; the hockey team; his IT coursework he's struggling with.

  Cody's sporty. I'm not. I put all my physical efforts into being angsty and moody. It completes my persona. I'm a total nut-job.

  After parking my bike and locking it, we go inside, straight through to the cafeteria.

  I grab a bottle of water and hand it to him.

  “You sure you don't want something hot?” he asks.

  “No thanks. I'm all tea'ed out this morning,” I lie.

  I turn and scan for a spare table, hoping to see an empty corner. Of course the room's full, with students guzzling coffee, nursing their Friday morning hangovers and doing their homework in a rush before class.

  He leads me across to his friends.

  Oh no... Not Jack and Haydn.

  I've had words with Haydn. Nasty ones.

  I touch Cody's arm

  “No, not there. Somewhere else?” I suggest.

  But there isn't anywhere else, I notice.

  He looks around and shrugs and sits down at the end of their table, pulling my arm, gesturing to sit.

  They both look at me.

  “Yeah, and?” I say bolshily, staring directly at Haydn, unblinking. Even though I'm holding my breath hard, it's leaking through, past the layer of menthol from my mint. The warm blood smell of the three guys surrounding me. And I'm so hungry for it. In reaction, I open my water and swig a long mouthful, washing down my mint by mistake.

  Haydn sniggers at me, for no reason that I can think of other than to be nasty somehow.

  Jack just stares at me. His green eyes unnerve and worry me.

  I fancy him like mad. He's my 'if only', my big crush. He's not your typical handsome hunk. He's kinda too lean to be a hunk. But he's real handsome all right. His eyes and thick lashes get me, right there, in the lower gut. And his short, neatly-cropped, chestnut hair and sulky lips turn me on even more.

  I'm overreacting, breathing hard. Getting very uncomfortable in his presence.

  “How's the weirdo anyway?” Haydn asks.

  “Weirder than ever,” I reply, honestly. “Don't challenge me to a weirdness contest.”

  Cody snorts in amusement, his eyes twinkling brightly. He seems to love my conversation. Whatever I say.

  “How's your dad, still running the pack?” Jack asks. He used to be in my dad's scouts pack, years ago.

  “He's fine. Still scouting for new talent,” I joke.

  “That's cool. Tell him I said hello.” Jack cocks his head and smiles at me. It's just a tiny grin, and a flash of lovely teeth, but it sets me off. My heart's almost pumping out of my chest.

  He takes a swig of his bottle of OJ and stands up, swinging it between his fingers and hoisting his backpack over his shoulder.

  “Better be going hadn't we, Candy? It's early start today.” He waits for me to rise and follow. And of course, like a moth to a flame, I do.

  I thank Cody for the drink and trot off next to him, alongside his heavenly mixture of manly smell, and wildly erotic bloody undertones.

  He's in my English and Latin classes, unfortunately. He's another thing I need a distraction for.

  Jack Rowland lust. Thank God he doesn't sit with me. I'd have sucked him dry by now.

  I laugh at myself. Those words sound so bad in my head.

  “That was a dirty laugh,” he says with a perfect little twitch of his mouth.

  “What would an innocent like you know about dirty laughs,” I tease.

  “More than you might think. Wanna let me in on it?”

  “Oh no. Then I'd have to kill you.”

  He chuckles sexily. The sound trickles down from my ears to my toes.

  “Talking of dirty laughs. Yours is double X rated.”

  “Wanna know something? You're not only gorgeous, and weird, you're kinda funny as well. You're fucking lethal, girl.”

  He wanders off to his chair and sits down, giving me a heavy dose of sexy eye.

  He could be right there. Maybe I am lethal. But not in the way he meant.

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  I'm a loveaholic, but not only that, I like intrigue and drama. My reading interests are spread across several genres. Romance, Paranormal, Sci fi, Fantasy, Horror and Erotica.

  I read constantly, developing my craft and pushing myself to improve and to be a better writer. I love to create real people. People you may find in everyday life. But these people have secrets, hidden depths, torture, and a wealth of other hidden characteristics to their personality and in their lives. I love to create steamy passion, a heated encounter that will make you wish it were you. :) And I love to weave a spell, to captivate and entrance you with my words. To take you to another place in your life, where you can escape for a few hours with me.

  I'm a mother of four, and worked for many years in a bank, monitoring trading room activities and risk control. You'll see a brief insight in my world in my novel, Hot Options. There's reality in that book! It's a New York trader erotic romance which I hope you'll love.

  Many years commuting by train to London gave me ample opportunity to read many, many books and I appreciate a good story. I hope I can continue to create them for you.

  In my spare (lol) time I love to watch movies, cook for my family and wander through the countryside which surrounds my home, pondering my plots and characters. I enjoy a glass of red wine, completely love chocolate and am obsessed with spicy food. My husband and I have been to
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