Chapter 1
I can smell smoke. This and the heat slowly seeping into my body can only mean one thing: there's a fire. I run outside to see where the fire is, not even bothering to change out of my night clothes. I'm so scared I hardly notice that my mother and father are running right behind me. I come to a hault by the side of the rode and look around at my surrondings. I see my parents but where was my sister? I look desprately around calling out for my sister. I glance across the street where it seems a car had spontaneously combusted. My mind goes blank and I black out.
I only blanked out for a few seconds because the scene didn't change much. I can still see the flames engulfing the car, my sister's car. I hear a scream and realize it belongs to me. My sister must have just gotten home from her graduation party. I run towards the car without realizing the dangers. I get to where my sister is burning inside the car and she smiles. "Nicole, here." She hands me a small jewelry box and I quickly shove it inside my shirt before the firemen drag me away from the scene and away from my sister forever.
I run past my parents crying anguished faces and drag myself back up to my room. I cry myself to sleep that night hugging the box that my sister left me.
I wake up at 7:00 the next morning thinking that if my life was normal right now then I would be going to school right about now. But these aren't normal circumstances. My sister is dead. A new wave of sadness washes over me and I begin to cry again. There is a sharp point pricking my chest and I remember the box my sister gave me. I open it slowly. Inside are two of my sister's greatest treasures. Her pearl necklace that she recieved on her 13th birthday and a small rose colored diamond heart. Underneath both those items was a note. I open it and read what it says:
Dear Nicole,
If you are reading this note then that means the worst has happened and I am dead. There has been a tradition amoungst our family and a few others that is passed down to children when they turn 13. If the child has an older sibling then it is that older siblings turn to teach the other sibling. It is my regret that I can't teach you the way I wanted to. Our parents will take care of your training now. Have you ever wondered why our parents look so young? We are a part of the community known as The Immortals. It's a secret of course because it means those in The Immortals live forever. You may ask why we have to be trained. It's because there are humans who know about us, who pass this knowledge on to future generations. They hunt us either because they thing we're abominations or they want the secret to harness our immortality for themselves. The Immortals can only be killed with fire and that's how I'm know longer with you. Someone killed me with flames. Immortals killed by fire can only leave the earthly plane if the person who killed them is killed by a blood relative. That's where you come in. I need you to find my killer so I can leave the earth. As one reaches the 13th year, powers start to appear. They need to be under lock down until control is reached. Each 13 year old Immortal recieves an item that helps them harness and control the powers. Mine is my pearl necklace and that heart was going to be yours on your 13th birthday. I know this is a lot to take in and I can't really explain it all in a note. You must talk to our parents. I love you Nicole.
Your Sister,
Collete
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