Every night since her thirteenth revolution around the sun, Scarlette would have very vivid lucid dreams ; Ones involving the night, vampiric lovers, and most common, of adventures that were wondrous and full of magic, fantasy, and secrets. These nightly illusions were forged of her deepest desires, deep longings for things that were just impossible. Sadly, the light of morning, and the ring of the alarm clock would destroy them, and thus she’d be brutally thrust back into reality. And so, amidst another one of her dreamscapes, it happened. The alarm clock signaled its daily toll to rise from slumber, shattering the peaceful, dark world she had inhabited while deep in her dreams. It was morning. Dreadful morning. She arose in a half-startled, but mostly half-asleep state. She reached for, and pounded furiously on her alarm clock; that annoying little creature. As per habit, she stretched, her back popping and making ungodly noises. She was quite stiff. It seemed she’d once again been sleeping in some preposterous position; the sheets just confirmed her intuition.
As she made her way to the bathroom to get her day started, she couldn’t help but picture vividly the dream she was having just before that annoying little beast she called an alarm clock startled her awake.
When she stopped to ponder just why she had dreamed of such a place, she was met with a depression fact: they were only subconscious reflections of want of night and peace. But every day, without fail, she would be rudely slapped back into reality by her alarm clock, and forced to drag herself out of bed to live among reality in the world she quite detested. It was starting to wear on her. Dark circles under her eyes proved that sleep was much needed, and wanted. As she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, she began to space out, her mind yet again yearning for slumber and dreams.
The beep of her watch snapped her out of it. A morning person she definitely was not. Curiously, she glanced down at the other beeping creature. Six fifteen. School was to start in about an hour. She began hurriedly getting ready for class. As she pulled her brush through her lightly tangled midnight blue hair, something caught her eye. The reflection showed, briefly, two individuals in the bathroom. Though as quickly as she’d seen it, it disappeared. “I need…coffee…”She mumbled miserable to herself, shaking her head to try and chase off the morning fatigue. Since coffee was scarce in her household, she decided a shower was the next best option. She walked to it, turning on the water, and quickly left to find a towel.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, rain hit the windshield of Raiden’s car. He pulled nonchalantly into the parking lot of his new school, flipping back the dark crimson tinted bangs that hung in his eyes to get a good look. It was first time in his life he would be attending public school. What he saw before him was a pathetic, shabby building and childish adolescents shuffling into it. He switched off the engine and turned up the radio, letting the screams of his favorite band ring through the early morning, putting his mind at ease for just a little while. After losing himself in music, he heaved a sigh, and reluctantly turned the car off. He soon began making his way to his new, shabby surroundings, sliding his hands into his coat as he walked. The attire he donned was black in its entirety, adding to the mystique that made him appear quite intimidating, yet all the more striking. His boots thudded softly against the wet concrete, confidence echoing with every stride. When he reached the main office he casually strolled over to the secretary and leaned over the counter. His damp hair fell over his shoulders as he set his cold, forest colored eyes on the preoccupied woman.
“I’m here to register.” He stated in his naturally husky voice, an indiscernible accent clinging to his words giving them a velvet finish.
Surprised, the secretary stammered, “Um, uh, let, let me get your paperwork. What is your name?”
“Raiden Ankou Gage,” he said as he surveyed the room with mild disinterest.
“Here you are, young man, your paperwork is complete. If you take a seat, we will get a student to give you a tour in a moment.” she said.
“That won’t be necessary, thank you.” He responded and swiftly made his way back into the rain.
He stood under the slight awning at the entrance of the office for several moments to look at his schedule. It read:
- B-6 Art Fundamentals
- A-13 Psychology
- D-26 Calculus
- C-11 Physics
- B-3 Music Theory
- GYM Weights
He rolled his eyes. He had already been taught all those subjects and more at a collegiate level by his family members and private tutors. It had been a questionable choice to send him to an underachieving public school. His best guess on that matter was that they wanted him out of the way while they handled more pressing family affairs within the family business. He was not meant to “get his hands dirty.” In his opinion, it was utter bullshit. He folded away his schedule, and watched the rain fall purposely to the ground.
Elsewhere, Scarlette was finishing up her morning shower. She heaved a sigh as she focused the steaming jet of water between her shoulder blades; her tense muscles took a few moments to begin relaxing. She was sore from sleeping in whatever ungodly position she ended up in, and the hot water helped her alleviate some of the aches and kinks from the time spent in those unnatural positions. Her body was covered in rose scented suds, and the steam rising up from the shower floor further enhanced the scent of her rose bath gel. The familiar smell soothed her. She ran her fingers through her long mane and conditioned it with a light lavender conditioner. She released it and allowed it to flow back to its natural resting place. The strands caressed and wrapped themselves around the curvature of her waist while she let the hot water rinse away the silky conditioner. Her midnight shaded hair contrasted beautifully with her pale, milky skin. It was one characteristic of many that made her look unnatural. The most striking characteristic that differentiated her from the others was the peculiar coloring of her eyes. A genetic mutation, heterochromia to be precise. She had inherited it from her odd lineage; it made her eyes two different colors. Stranger still was the impossible color combination inherited: steel grey and violet.
She rinsed off one last time and stepped out of the shower. She padded back to her bedroom dripping wet,covered in a poor excuse of a towel. After drying her body, she wrapped her hair up in her towel. She began to raid her drawers and closet, choosing a comfortable yet weather appropriate outfit. After a few minutes of indecisiveness, she settled on wearing a white tank, army green cargo pants, her favorite thick black sweatshirt, and her combat boots. It was the perfect ensemble to battle the cold, rainy weather. She glanced at her clock. The bell that signaled the beginning of classes would ring in five minutes. She grabbed her notebook, shoved it in her backpack, and with keys in hand, bolted out the door.