Writing

Grave Desire Revision #1

By lynntrall

Fiction-Romance

Revised: 07-Feb-2011
Added: 07-Feb-2011
United States

Average rating: 8
2 comments
love, romance, murder, mystery, revenge, desire, ghosts, spirits, psychic

Jenna Grave travels to Tacoma, Washington after the brutal murder of her parents. Little does she know that she is about to come face to face with the murderer. He wants her, and is willing to do anything to have her. Jenna is discovering she has power over humans, spirits, and vampires; and she'll have to use all of these powers to save the people that she loves and to avenge her parents.

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Chapter 1
Feeling like I was being followed was normal for me. I never actually saw someone following me, but I had a sixth sense about that sort of thing. Today it felt different. Today I felt threatened. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, and goose bumps exploded across my skin.
I was only a few blocks from the library. I shifted my messenger bag so the strap went across my body, and the bag hung against my butt. I just knew I wanted my hands free. I tried not to panic. But as I passed the next alley, it felt like the shadows were moving closer to me. Reaching for me.
There was no controlling the panic that flowed through me.
Luckily, I was wearing comfortable running shoes and blue jeans, because a split second later, I hit my stride. Not to boast, but Iâm quick. Cross country runner my whole life; I even held the school record back in Illinois.
But that doom and gloom feeling wasnât fading away. The faster I ran, the worse it got. The strange thing was that I didnât hear any footsteps following me. I risked a glance behind me.
Nobody was there, but the shadows still seemed to be closing in on me. I couldâve blamed it on the setting sun, but I sensed evil.
Iâm a psychic. Mostly, I hear ghosts. But sometimes, I can sense extreme emotion. Actually, I donât really know what all of my psychic gifts are, because my grandma died before she could teach me about them. And unfortunately, the gift skipped a generation and my mom was no help at all.
I ran all the way to the stairs of the library, which is very well lit. No shadows. Yay!
I stopped and turned to face whatever was behind me.
There was absolutely nothing there. The shadows along the deserted street were just shadows again.
As I turned to walk into the library, a cold wind rushed past me. It felt like someone had just touched my hair and whispered my name, âJennaâ. But there still wasnât anyone near me.
I took several deep breaths to calm down as I entered the library.