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You stalked me didnt you?

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                    Rome, Italy. An artist's paradise. Great.

                    If only it wasnt raining.

                    Its not really that often that Fala's in such a foul mood. But she was currently stuck in a cafe in town because she forgot to bring an umbrella. Sure it was cloudy when she left the hotel but whoever thought it would rain by night? She aint the weatherman. That and she was hungry. It didnt matter whether she's in a cafe or not, there's nothing to eat that you can decently call "dinner" in the place. Coffee for dinner? Yeah right, who ever heard of that. It's not that she hates rain, she loves it actually, but she was only wearing a tan sweatshirt and skinny jeans. She was awfully cold.

                    The seventeen year old female sat by the glass-wall of the cafe, looking out the street outside watching people come and go. Somehow, despite the cold, the scene outside was nice. Some might think it's weird, but she liked the way rain fell into puddle of water on the side walk. Its kind of.. pretty to her. Fala twirled the pencil around her fingers twice, thrice, before moving her gaze away from the scene outside and to the sketch pad in front of her. She was glad at least that she brought a pencil and a sketch pad with her. The page in front of her wasnt entirely empty nor blank. On the lower right corner of her page was a decent sketch of a rain puddle, with droplets falling by the side walk. It's quite something to look at. To catch the moment of raindrops joining a puddle by the ground. But then again, someone who doesnt have the passion Fala had for art might not share the same sentiments.

                    Fala placed her pencil down on the table before her and leaned back on her chair, running her dainty fingers through the curls of her chocolate-colored hair. She needed to remind herself occasionally that she wasnt here for a vacation-- as much as she would love for that to be the case. But it was kind of... near to the purpose why she's so far from home and in Rome. Maybe it's something you would like to call charity. To help the homeless shelter thing and all. The thought of it made her chuckle a bit. She still had no idea how she could help, and her mind was already playing with her doing labor work. Absently, she ran her hand up her slender arm. Labor work and her doesnt quite go well together. Her looking so fragile isnt actually the thing that worries her, it was her unfortunate ability of being clumsy no matter where she goes. With her luck, she just might bring disaster with her instead of help.

                    She lowered her hands on the table again and this time, leaned forward on the table, propping one elbow up on the table to support her head as her other hand reached over to the chocolate shake she had ordered less an hour earlier. She twirled the straw around for a moment before bringing it to her lips, sipping the last of its contents before putting it away. She had a moment to glance at her wrist watch to check the time, only to see that it stopped again. Fala sighed-- for the umpteenth time that day, and tapped uselessly against the glass cover of her watch, as if trying to make it work.. unsuccessfully. She pursed her lips in annoyance and looked about the cafe for a clock. She found one, thankfully, just behind the counter.

                    "7:15.. I need to get going.

                    Yes, she definitely had to get going but it was still raining outside. Her hand found its way into her pocket where she idly played with the keys to her hotel room. Perhaps it wouldnt be too wet if she walked by the sidewalk, would it? She stood quickly, fearing her resolve to walk through the rain would fade just as quick when she made her decision to leave. She offered a small, quick smile that made her emerald eyes sparkle dimly to the male that opened the door for her, leaving him quite stunned as she left the cafe. The thought made her giggle.

                    The rain was more of a drizzle by the time she was outside, and for this she was thankful. She puffed her cheeks a bit and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, hiding her hands under her arms as she walked through the cold. She could only hope her sense of direction wont fail her now as she tried to find her way back to her hotel. Should things get worse, she can ask for directions right?

                    "Right."

                    Now, if my beloved readers would notice, Fala doesnt have anything in her hands as she walked away from the cafe. It would be somewhat.. surprising for an artist to forget her things. But it applied to the current situation. Fala hadnt realized that in her hurry to leave the cafe, her sketch pad-- along with her pencil was left on the table on where she previously sat. But that's how distracted Fala can be. Perhaps in a few hours, or maybe in the morning, she'll realize this. But its nothing really big for her to lose if ever. The sketch was only newly bought-- so not much would be lost from her. Just the money she used for buying the said pad.

                    Despite all the flaws she carried with herself, she did have the talent-- when it comes to art. Admittedly, she's not too talented when it comes to painting, but sketching is what she does best. Literature only comes second. She could also play the violin, though through the years that had passed, it could be possible that she may or may not remember how to play that well anymore. Though she may not look it, she is a decent artist, once you look past all her faults.

                    Fala Linneth Valentine. Rome's visiting artist.

                    It was what she wrote on the last page of her newly bought, currently forgotten, sketch pad.

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                              Fala tugged the zipper behind the dress she currently wore. Usually, in such a time like so, she was still tucked in bed, asleep. But somehow she wasnt able to sleep last night, the only time she did, it was only for a few minutes. She stayed awake ever since. She had feigned sleep as her adoptive parents knocked on her door before they went to their respective jobs. The female didnt really know whether she was in the mood to talk or in the least, interact with the people who took care of her. It was ten minutes after she watched their Mercedes disappear did the girl really move about her room.

                              Her room was spacious and bright. Noone would really guess that the girl who owned the room had problems. She was the princess in the family and treated as such. Fala ran her dainty fingers through her hair. She didnt really make use of any comb or brush, it was her own style, the mess that was her hair, making it seem like she just got out of bed (which was still true at this point. It never looked untidy on her, even more so, it enhanced her looks. The waves of her hair turned this way and that, a few framing her face, bringing a dark contrast against her pale skin. Thus is why she loved wearing dark clothing, at this case, a black straight dress that gently accented her curves. After pulling her heels on, she grabbed her car's keys and left her room, locking the door behind her.

                              She really had no idea on where to go, but she didnt want to stay home either. It bored her to no end. Just as she was about to leave, the maid caught her on her way out and handed her a note, saying it was from her.. parents. The term "parents" still makes the girl cringe, if not confuse her. She still couldnt see Amanda and Eric as her parents. Nevertheless she nodded and took the letter from the other girl's hand. The maid merely stood there. Fala raised an elegant brow, as if asking the maid why she was still standing there. Upon noticing the silent gesture, the maid's cheeks flushed faintly in embarrassment as she bowed, leaving Fala alone. Fala merely sighed, shaking her head as she unfolded the envelope.

                                      Giselle dear,

                                      Your father and I are sorry that we have to say goodbye through letters
                                      but it seemed like you were still asleep when we left and we couldnt spare
                                      any more time or we'd be late for our flight. Your father's mothers
                                      condition is getting worse and we had to visit. We knew you'd just
                                      get bored there so we had to leave you behind, know that we regret doing so.

                                      Anyway, its a holiday today so go out and have some fun with your friends.
                                      Just keep your phone on you at all times and stay safe, baby.
                                      We'll make up to you as soon as possible, a vacation perhaps?

                                      Much love,
                                      Your mom.


                              Fala sighed and folded the letter again, leaving it on a nearby table as she continued her way out. A bothered expression was on her face. She really cant understand why her stepparents treated her like so, its not like what happened to her before was their fault. She thought that they were putting too much effort to pleasing her. She couldnt really complain though, but too much showers of affection makes her uncomfortable. She didnt deserve so much, but she feared that she'd just disappoint them if she refused their gifts. The most she could do is keep them happy, even though she had to pretend, to at least thank them for saving her from her hell of a life before.

                              "Miss Giselle, wont you have breakfast before you go?"

                              Fala's jaw clenched upon hearing her other name, didnt she make it clear not to call her that anymore? And also, why do these maids seem to pop out everywhere? It's getting on her nerves. The female frustratedly rubbed her fingers on her forehead, as if she had a terrible headache. Was it too much to ask for peace of mind? She didnt intend to sound so sharp, but her patience was running thin as she answered the question tossed at her.

                              "No! ..I'll be having breakfast outside." ..Somewhere peaceful.

                              She added mentally before storming out of the mansion that was her home. Her fists were clenched unconsciously, even her arms were trembling. She didnt want the love and loyalty that they gave her, she didnt deserve it, more so, she couldnt make herself deserve it. It was making her sick. She pressed the button on her car key's furiously, unlocking it even though she was still ten steps away from the silver convertible that was given to her. Upon reaching the vehicle, she pulled the door open harshly, tossed her hand bag on the passenger's seat and settled in, slamming the door after her.

                              She needed to calm down. She hated the fact that her temper seems to boil over so fast over the simplest things. She wasnt like this before.. she hated what she was now. She needed to feel the wind against her face. Fala took a deep breath and pressed her foot down on the accelerator, eventually freeing herself from the heavy atmosphere that the entire household placed upon her. If only she could run away.. if only..

                              If only Veronika didnt die.

                              She wouldnt feel so tormented.


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                              This was always the problem whenever Fala started on a new project. Thinking of various ways to conduct it, several methods, ideas, they all swam in her head, but the thing is, she couldnt find a way on how to start things. From thinking too much, she already began to get tired even without doing anything. The girl had slumped against her chair, looking at the pile of books before her and the opened one directly in front of her. Not seeing the texts in it, her mind wandered to Jay. Yes, it might be a bit comfortable to have him around. Even the usual chase of the animal would make her spirits soar in this place. She wanted some familiarity.

                              Shrugging the thought away, she eased herself unto her chair comfortably, folding in on herself as she pulled both her feet up on the edge of her chair, pulling the book she had opened against her lap as she flipped page after page, reading on about poisons and its effects. Its ingredients. Taking a glance at the table, she noted the writing equipment and tugged it closer, not really having something to write down just yet, she pulled back against her chair again. It was as if she was better off not reading anything. Poison syntheses and its uses, effects, and everything that came with it was of no importance since she had no idea what she was looking for.

                              Groaning, she dropped the book on the floor beside her and grabbed another book, she glanced at the cover and frowned, it said nothing about poisons but rather it spoke about the existence of demons. Shaking her head, she dropped her feet on the floor again with the book in her hands with all the intention to bring it back up and replace it into the shelves as she was in the assumption that she need not the knowledge that the book provided. Nonetheless, she allowed herself a peek in the book as she ascended the stairs. She knew that the king was an incubus, and with the fame that his kind came, it was of no surprise to her that it was included in the book. She had began reading, tripping several times without her looking at the ground where she walked. It didnt take her minutes to stand before the bookshelf, but by then, she was too interested about the details of the cubi race that she didnt know before. She found herself unable to let go of the book as she stood there, contemplating. Not ten seconds went and Fala snapped the book shut, running back down to her table with the book tucked securely against her. Now why didnt she realize that before? It was too obvious.

                              While the Cubi's blood remains hostile to all diseases, and immune to most toxins, save for a rare few, notably the 'White' flower, which affects all demons equally.

                              That was what the book had said. Of course, now that she had read about it, it made her wonder why she looked at the situation as if the king was merely a poisoned human and treated him like so. She never thought of his race, or the resistance that came along with him. Fala bit on her lower lip in agitation and threw the said book back on the table and rummaged through the other books which referred to alchemy and its ingredients. Some of them were written in a strange language that the girl couldnt identify, so she just brushed it away while chanting quietly to herself.

                              "White flower, white flower, white flower... white flower.."

                              Her voice was kept quiet as she whispered to herself, trying to locate a book which held information about the said flower, and so far, she had been unsuccessful. She slammed both her hands on either pages of the opened book and looked about her in the entirety of the whole library. There were so many books, surely one of them held information about the said flower. But the size of the collection of books overwhelmed her in an intimidating fashion. Shaking her head, she decided to just ask Jinx about it once he returns, at the moment, she had the need to write it down.

                              Dropping herself back on the chair, she leaned over the table and grabbed the quill, pulling it off the ink vial that held it, only to release it as it fell into a noiseless clutter upon the table as a surprised hiss escaped her clenched teeth. The quill itself has pricked her, something that she didnt really expected. Fala glanced at her fingers and examined them as she rubbed them together, trying to remove the stinging after-effect of holding the quill. Sighing, she took hold of the quill once more, in a more gentler and cautious manner, and wrote down the words "white flower" in her delicate penmanship upon the paper provided. The pain that came immediately after writing those simple words shook the girl, dropping the quill for the second time in less than a minute. Taking a deep breath, she curled her fingers into her fist, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in her hand. Why did it hurt as if her palm was sliced open? Clenching her fist tighter, she glanced at the words she had written. They were written in bold, angry red, and the sight of it, despite the gently curves of her writing, gave her a sick feeling, causing goosebumps across her arm.

                              "It's not possible.. it's insane."

                              She muttered unbelievably to herself before purposely knocking the ink vial into the floor. Fala took a sharp intake of breath as no ink was spilled on the floor, almost confirming the alarming theory in her head. It was then that Jinx had appeared again, the sudden appearance unnerved the girl and sent her into flying accusations, her voice rising in disbelief.

                              "What do you use for ink here?!"




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                                        Bella Cullen.

                                        That was how she fondly called herself and introduced herself ever since she joined the family of the Cullens. A very unique family of course. All of them-- now, including her as well-- always so unbelievably beautiful, ethereal. There were not enough words how to describe her family. Though it can be explained in one simple word. One word that branches off to many things.

                                        Vampire.

                                        Though it has been a couple of years since she was born into this world of immortality, she cant help but feel nervous, as nervous as a child who's about to go to school for the first time of her life. Times two. If she was human, she was sure she wouldnt be able to have a wink of sleep the night before, but then again, sleepless nights came along the package of immortality, a very fair price to pay. Bella was about to go to school-- high school-- for the first time as a vampire. As well as her daughter. For that she was sort of glad, she liked keeping an eye on her daughter, Renesmee who would be going to the same school as the rest of them will. And Jacob. Dear, dear Jacob. She still cant help but feel a small pang of annoyance at her best friend. Well, she didnt hide the fact that she disliked the fact that he.. imprinted on her, but sometimes, though rare, she was thankful for it. She could trust Jacob with her daughter's life, no second thoughts about that. She guessed it came with the whole imprinting thing.

                                        Her mind was still so messed up, she kept on thinking of several things at once, her daughter was one thing, herself was another, and Edward. Her Edward. She just couldnt help but smile at seeing her husband. Just a glance makes her overflow of love for him. The very reason why she wanted to be a vampire in the first place. She still didnt believe Edward was someone she'd ever get used to. She was sure should her heart still be beating, it would be beating so erratically. An action that wouldve triggered several reactions. Like blushing. That was how she was before, when they first met. When she was still human. Edward would be going to school with her of course. She wanted-- no, she needed-- him around. Even though she seemed to have that extraordinary self control, somehow she couldnt trust herself when it comes to the subject of going to school. A place so crowded, so populated, by humans.

                                        Humans. The natural food for someone like her.

                                        No, she musnt think like that. She frowned slightly, shaking her head as if it would be able to make her get rid of that thought. Of course she followed the family's diet like everyone. One that makes use of animals as food source-- well in their case, blood source. No. She wouldnt break her record, never before, not today at school, not ever. She couldnt bear to disappoint everyone, most of all Edward, whose voice broke through her thoughts. She focused her eyes on his-- unthinkingly-- and found herself captured like any other time she looks into his eyes suddenly. A few minutes past of her not speaking when she let out a sigh, only realizing she had stopped breathing the moment her eyes met his. She gave a small chuckle as she rearranged her thoughts.

                                        "Sorry, I was just thinking of things--"

                                        His lips found hers then. She had to try very hard not to pull him closer. If there was anything she couldnt control, it was her emotions for him. Just that kiss made her burst with love and need for him, and his scent when he's so close was making her heady. With as much restraint that she could muster, she placed her hand against his cheek, her fingers tingling at the slightest contact of his skin against hers. As he pulled away, her lower lip protuded slightly in a childish pout, but his crooked smile pushed any hint of anger or disappointment away.

                                        I wasnt finished..

                                        It was lucky for her that of all people (and vampires), her mind was the only one Edward couldnt read. She was still much too embarrassed to reveal them all to her husband, though sometimes he can still make her so weak when he kept on asking for her to open her thoughts to him. And of course, she'd most likely give in. His effect on her was still there alright. But somehow, it made her love him more if that was even possible.

                                        Bella left their bed and walked over to the door, listening quietly to the conversation downstairs. She could hear Emmett teasing her daughter, she knew he wasnt serious, but he annoyed her by the fact that he's giving out unpleasant scenarios. All of them consisting Renesmee losing control at school. She trusted her daughter of course, but there's no need to put her down. She's perfect. So perfect. She crossed her arms and turned back to look at Edward.

                                        "Im worried about Renesmee."

                                        But her worries were far from her daughter being half vampire. She was worried about human boys. Though Jacob was there, she didnt think that he'd actually be around her every second, and her daughter was just as every bit beautiful as everyone was.. and more. Either way, despite all her worries, she-- they needed to go to school. A small attempt at being normal. To stray away from any suspicious thoughts from humans around them. They needed to.

                                        She would now be Bella Swan once more.



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                                        Living with the vampires is one thing. Going to school with them..? If that's what it takes..

                                        On any other occasion, Jacob would take weeks maybe months trying to convince himself that this is worth it. But it only took one word to keep his decision firm. Renesmee. He left La Push, Forks, even dragging Seth and Leah (the latter wasnt really his choice but the siblings were like a package) along to Alaska with the Cullens just for the sake of Renesmee. All imprinting stuff. He had argued with Billy hours upon hours about it, but eventually the man yielded. Besides, he was gone once when he went on a tantrum about Bella marrying Edward, so him going to Alaska would be such a change. Well, besides the fact that he's now with the vampires instead of running away from them.

                                        Sometimes he wondered whether there's such a thing as being disowned by a pack.

                                        He'd probably take it as well. Jake stayed awake since early morning, not moving from the couch where he slept, refusing to still take a room, complaining that they reek of vampire scent. Sickeningly sweet. The only moment he seemed to give some thought of moving was when he heard Renesmee's clock ring. He was already contemplating going over to her room and checking on her, but he didnt think Edward and Bella would like that. But the idea made him grin-- until he remembered that Edward is likely listening to his thoughts now. So just to be safe..

                                        Get out of my head Edward.

                                        The animosity between had dramatically dimmed now ever since the Volturi came for them back a few years ago. Ever since then, he was almost never away from the Cullens and from Nessie's side. Leah sometimes calls him an adopted pup for the vampire family but he could care less. No amount of smart remarks from Leah could ever put his mood down once his object of affection is around.

                                        Today was something.. say, special to him though, or strange. He was definitely looking forward to going to school with Nessie, and he didnt really mind the other vampires being there even Bella and Edward. He felt like a kid waiting to open his presents on Christmas day. Try as he might to stay still, he gave up and stood up from the couch, quietly approaching Nessie's room from where he waited for her from outside her door. He understood that she might take some time. It kinda made him wanna roll his eyes and go "Women.." but he was anything but impatient when it comes to her. He doubted he'd mind even if Nessie makes him stand outside her room for a week. And this thought made him chuckle a bit, shaking his head as well.

                                        "Talk about a loyal dog."

                                        He took a deep breath and almost regretted it when the familiar scent of the vampires assaulted his senses. He cursed quietly under his breath and covered the lower half of his face for a moment. But mingled with the slightly bearable scent of the vampires, there was more. Food. His stomach growled in response to this new smell, making him realize how hungry he was. Shrugging, he assumed it was the mother vampire, Esme, who was cooking. He didnt know whether Seth was already downstairs stuffing his face, but he was already contemplating doing just that. But Renesmee's pull was stronger than food. And so, he shoved his hands into his pant's pockets and leaned against the wall beside the half-human, half-vampire female's door, whistling quietly to himself to occupy his head with something more than just food.



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What should I live for?

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Now she looked at him as if he was crazy. With the way he banged his forehead against the wall, he might as well be. Sure the action itself was famous for being said but to see one actually doing it is just.. well, weird. Maybe for some reason, she'd gone through some sort of portal and into another world where crazy was normal. She stayed silent though and just kept her eyes on him. Wondering if he'd continue talking or just leave the room to herself. God knows she wanted that bath. However, her thoughts were distracted when he moved the gun against his head. Her eyes widened slightly.

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

Of course he wouldnt shoot himself right? As if to answer her silent question, he dropped the gun and let it fall safely down the floor. Vivi glanced at it momentarily and let out a sigh of temporary relief. Temporary because should he change his mind about shooting her, it'll be too easy for him to pick it back up and shoot her in less than 10 seconds. But as she watched him lean back against the wall, with his hands in his pockets, she somehow knew she was safe for the time being. She relaxed.

And now he was mentioning something bout his brother wanting her dead and him taking her just to make his life a bit more harder. Great, now it sounded like she's some part of some sort of sibling war. And if she guessed right that this.. Metatron (weird name, mind you), his brother, was the angel with wings of fire, what does that make him? And just how big of a trouble is she in?

Vivi followed him with her eyes as he opened another door. A bathroom. Now there was another surge of relief and gratefulness for her captor, another strange behavior coming from her. Then again, she is strange. She attempted to pull herself up on her feet, and even if she did sway for a moment, she succeeded. She made her way to the bathroom door and peeked in, and what she saw pleased her. Not that bad really, for a victim of kidnapping, she was lucky.

She heard him say something else. Something about him not having a girlfriend (which was actually a surprise for her, but then again, he did seem kind of crazy), a name, a female's most likely, and a basement. She couldnt connect the words that she caught from him so she didnt even try. She turned her eyes at him once more when he mentioned something about him killing her. No matter how distracted she may be, it was her life that he was talking about, of course she'd take notice. She scowled for a moment as she watched him make his way out of her room. Vivi stared at him in disbelief as he made his way out her room (yes, she deemed the room hers now). Well that was just amazing. She walked away from the bathroom and approached the door, tossing the dress on the bed in the process, and locked the door swiftly after he left, throwing a light kick at it as well, crying out sarcastically in the process.

"Well nice to meet you too! Im Riviera Louise Valentine!"

Lucifer, was that what he said his name was? An angel and a devil, and her being in the middle of everything, what does that make her? And why is her world suddenly full of freaks?

Leaving the door locked, she stripped herself naked and got rid of her poor excuse for clothing as she picked up the dress on the bed again, this time disappearing off to the bathroom. She let the shower run for a bit, standing under it for a few minute to let most of the dirt be washed from her body. After a few more minutes, maybe ten, she grabbed the soap and furiously scrubbed at her skin until it turned red. She'd complain about it later when it would start stinging. And the bruises were much clearer now that she's somewhat clear of mud and ash. She didnt mind the small cuts on her arms and legs, but it was the black and blue spots that greatly bothered her. She was sure they'd just get worse, they were only forming. Distracting herself from the mess that was her body, she proceeded to clean her hair-- which was a long task seeing how long it was. Heck, even her head had some tender spots in it. It wasnt long till red liquid joined the clear water that was flowing from her. Only then did she realized that the cut just above her eyebrow reopened. Sighing, she gave herself a quick, thorough rinse and stepped out of the shower.

She grabbed the nearest towel-- after making sure it was unused- and wrapped it around her tightly. She looked around for a moment until she spotted a mirror, to which she headed to quickly. She examined herself and winced at the reflection. She turned away from the mirror and looked around for a first aid kit and some scissors. She had work to do. Upon finding enough items, she went back to the mirror and started fixing herself. The cut above her brow was quickly covered with a bandaid, after that, her fingers found the brush and a pair scissors and started cutting her hair. She didnt shorten it drastically, instead she fixed it into three straight layers. It took her a good five minutes until she was contented with how she looked. The only thing she wasnt contented was the bruises on her arm, she cant do anything about them but wait.

She returned back to the room not long after to dress herself up, and it took her several time to get the thing right. Whoever thought someone still had something so complicated nowadays? That and she looked like a doll. She pouted and turned to the mirror in her room, examining herself once again. She blinked for a moment.. she didnt look like her. It wasnt entirely bad but-- she shook her head. Deciding she was decent enough, she unlocked her door and peeked out of the room quietly.

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Alexis strode through the corridors, stretching as if trying to relax her muscles from a hard day's work when in actuality, its only the start of the weekend for her. Yes it was still friday but still-- she considered fridays the start of her weekend, she just didnt know about her sisters.

The school where the four Dennel daughters were currently studying was huge. It even included the dorms in the campus. Excluding the classes they have to take, it was a teenager's paradise. It was no secret that Alexis and her sisters were somewhat "abandoned" here in Hemmington's Boarding School. Now Alex wouldnt speak for her sisters but she isnt at all shy about it. She was even GLAD to get rid of her parents. Life was so much easier without them anyway. They send money every week, enough to last the four siblings a month, they had so much excesses. It was no secret also that they come from a shockingly wealthy family-- a messed up one at that. It's already old news so there isnt enough reason to gossip about it. The girls were troublemakers, end of story.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of Alex's heels were the only sounds in that deserted corridor leading to their room but she took a small turn at a nearby corner to head toward the lockers, she needed to keep her books still, she had no intention whatsoever to bring her books in her room anyway. She already had enough of them the entire week. A small pout came upon Alex's full, rose-kissed lips. A whole week and already she's in deep neck trouble. She didnt know why she expected anything less just because it's the start of classes, usually its the time when new people get to know each other-- not to conjure up problems so early in the semester. But such daily routines already bored Alex. She wanted-- something different. And that was exactly what she had the past week

She opened her locker quite noisily-- out of annoyance she was sure-- and shoved all her books, her notes, inside it. As she was trying to fix the cluttered mess in the small amount of space of her locker, she allowed her mind to wander. Back to their old school, what was her "hobby" exactly? The things that amused her? That got her into trouble? Ah, yes. She was very much like her sister Robin-- only she had a different kind of prey. They both had the innocent face anyone wouldnt ever distrust on a first glance. But of course, looks can be deceiving. She was much of a flirt-- she had obtained this hobby from being too close with Robin and hearing about her little escapades with her teachers. Now older men werent at all appealing to Alexis. Her prey lingered about her age-- she went after the rebels, the outcasts, the troublemakers. Males who could care less about anything and everything. Only her. Oh she lavished herself and reveled at the unique attention these males give her. She was different in their eyes and that was exactly what she wanted.

Trouble. It always came to her whether she wanted to or not, whether she was purposely looking for it or not. Perhaps it would be reasonable to label her a "Trouble-Magnet", after all how often do you find someone who already got detention after the first week of school? Not that often, not that often.

It all started monday, first day of class, first day of the week. Even before then, Alex already had her eyes on a single male-- Jared Reynolds-- who caught her attention. He sat at the corner of the room during Math class. He already had that distant aura that pulled at Alex's interest. She gave him a few wide-eyed glances, giving him the impression of innocence she often used as bait, and her prey rarely refused such baits. Of course his first glances were glares, obviously telling her to leave him alone. But still she persisted. Eventually his glares softened, his gazes now bordering around curiosity and interest. It was a good thing that it was their last subject before lunch, Alex had reasons to stay behind class without anyone suspecting a thing.

He approached her then, roughly as she expected. He demanded answers, but Alex decided to continue on her innocent act. It frustrated Jared-- that much was obvious. He almost literally dragged her outside the room, the building, and brought her outside at the back. Alex casually leaned against the wall of the structure behind her as she followed Jared's pacing with her eyes. He was confused, and she found it fascinating. She allowed her eyes to wander around Jared's face. Pale.. beautiful. His dark hair was a striking contrast against his green eyes-- much like hers. His body was lean, just as she liked it. She could already imagine herself tangled with him. She smirked. Jared saw this and it was obviously more than he could handle. With long, angry strides-- ah, such strength in those legs.-- Jared quickly covered the distance between them. Alex could feel his breath on her face-- it smelled of mint-- it was intoxicating. She licked her lips subconsciously. His eyes burned as he glared into her. His fingers curled around her neck, causing her to tilt her face upward slightly to meet his. Such close distance.. He growled.

"What do you want woman?"

Alex sighed, his voice was strained and still she found it attractive. Funny how he held himself back from her yet closed the distance between them physically. Alex gave his face another quick glance, her eyes lingering for a moment at his lips before meeting his eyes again.

"You."

Perhaps Jared just meant to touch her lips with his, soft, unsure and wary. But things changed when their skin met. His mouth was abruptly hard and rough, his fingers that clutched at her neck crept upwards. now gripping her chin as he held her face against his. There was fire everywhere, he was everywhere. His hands traced her skin, burning. His lips tasted every inch he could find, the wall slammed against her back but she felt no pain. Only Jared. Her hands knotted in his hair, pulling him as close as she could if such a thing was still possible. His tongue twisted in her mouth and Alex was invaded by the insane desire that she knew possessed them at that moment. Jared pulled away momentarily, giving them a quick breather as he pressed his lips against her ear, growling.

"I hate you."

Strangely enough, those three words delighted her. It completely conveyed the opposite meaning of his words. It was then that their strange relationship started. Jared and Alex's. Their feelings for each other were anything but gentle, and both were just fine with it. There was no love-- only lust. They both knew it and accepted it as it is, neither wanted the commitment that others refer to as love. It started monday night. Alex would sneak into Jared's room-- he occupied an entire room to himself so it should be safe-- and spend the night there. She only returned to her and her sisters' room at five in the morning. Her sisters knew, but it wasnt like it's anything new to them.

Friday morning. Alex woke up at Jared's side. The girl was still disoriented by sleep-- if only it werent for the classes she had later that day, she wouldve chosen to stay beside the male. But she knew it was too much of a risk to stay any longer. She slipped out of bed, regret already flooding her senses on leaving the warm body that was beside her all night long. But no matter-- they'll have their time later again tonight. Right? Wrong. One of the boys in the same building, same floor, that Jared resided woke up early that morning and saw her coming out of Jared's room. Long story short, the school authorities found out and bam. Detention for three weeks. She winced. Just like Robin.

So three more days-- well more like two and a half-- of freedom before detention starts. What else is there to do? Most girls wouldnt want to hang out with her-- psha, jealous little bitches. It wasnt her fault that she was born prettier than most, she was merely taking advantage of it. Could they really hate her because of it? Or maybe it was because she had already fished out Jared? He was obviously someone that the girls secretly yearned for but were too afraid to make a move for him. Well too bad they didnt have the confidence she had. She wanted Jared and so she had him. There was a few however that dared talk to her, finding her movements toward Jared something new and amusing. Alexis didnt mind that at all-- she liked the attention after all.

It was about time that all classes for the day would have to be dismissed. She stayed at her locker, leaning against it as she allowed her eyes to scan the crowd for her sister and partner-in-crime Robin. Knowing her, she probably had something in mind to pass the time. Robin isnt the type of girl who'd waste her last precious days of freedom before detention starts. And Alexis was just too eager to jump in her wagon.

It wouldve been easy to spot Robin in the crowd, what with her colorful self that contrasted brightly against the dull colors that everyone seemed to use. In that sense, Alexis was a tad bit different-- she preferred complimenting colors, not using those that shone brightly as if trying to fight for brilliance against other contrasting colors. It actually hurt her eyes. At the moment, Alexis was getting quite fond of combining the colors of blue, black, and violet.

Ah-- she was getting tired of waiting, perhaps if she'd walk around she'll eventually meet up with Robin. She left the support of the lockers and bounded down the corridors, her long brunette waves bouncing over her shoulders and down her back. She could feel a few stares-- hostile, envy, amazement, curiosity-- and took in delight from them. Her clothes wasnt that unique actually, it was just a simple black skirt-- which seemed awfully short-- that barely covered one-third of her thighs. Her legs were slender, perfect for someone like her, and dont even get started on the upper half of her body. Her body was filled up in all the right places, giving her the curves any male would want. She wore a simple top that hugged her form tightly. It was a good feeling. It wasnt the clothes that make her look gorgeous, it worked exactly the opposite way, she makes her clothes look extraordinary. A small giggle left her full lips as she turned at a corner, skipping happily as she made her way outside the school building.

There goes the start of her weekend.


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Vanessa's head snapped up sharply as another scent entered the room. The scent hit me heavily, almost enough to make her dizzy at the moment she inhaled it. There was no image enough to describe the thirst it caused within her. The longing. The hate. There was once a time she was exactly like him, perhaps even better. But even though they were of the same race-- well not originally since she was born human-- she hated vampires. They either leave her, betray her, or abuse her. It made no sense why she should treat this one different. Already she felt threatened.

The scent of blood that lingered in her cage was completely forgotten as she saw him-- she saw that he was a male now-- stop before her. Her eyes quickly shifted from weary to wary, tired to alert, misery to hatred. The rage inside her wasnt at all calmed as the other vampire stepped in, and what he did, it was something she never expected. To tempt her like that knowing her current state! It was beyond humiliating. She pulled her lips back into a threatened snarl. Pushing herself back up on her feet as she backed away into the corner of her cage, pressing herself against it as if wanting to disappear unto it. She continued hissing, her fangs once more visible even in the shadows. Her golden eyes were fixed on his, glaring, cold and hard. She heard his words and ignored everyone of them. But still, hearing someone talk like him brought familiar memories when she had someone who almost spoke the same way as he did, and he wasnt tempting her at all. It all went back to the days where she thought she was loved.

God, she hated him so much.

And as if she wasnt pushed enough against her limits, he bit his finger and allowed fresh blood to flow from the punctured wound. A violent snarl came from her, and even more so, she dared not move from where she stood. The scent punished her, torturing her throat with dry aching. She glanced once at the drop of blood that know contrasted against the vampire's pale skin and went back to glaring at him. So she was proved right after all. He needed something from her. Information. Just what kind of information does he want from a shackled slave? He was probably insane. She hissed through gritted teeth before parting her mouth to answer him, her voice velvet-like and unintentionally seductive. But of course it was expected, no matter how much ache she had in her throat.

"..What information do you think I have? You do see Im a slave, you should know better than I do."

She tore her gaze away from him and bit at her lower lip. No, she wasnt going to give in to the temptation presented to her. Nor will she trust him with any information, whether she knew what was it he wanted or not. None of them were worth trusting anyway, none of them deserved he trust. More so one as much as a stranger like he was. She just wished that he leave her room and let her be, as it was obvious to her that it wasnt she that he wanted, just that information. Whatever the hell it was.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She could hear the blood continue to drop on her cage's floor, and it was slowly driving her insane. Just how much torture would she have to undergo before she pass out? It wouldve been better if she did, perhaps she wouldnt suffer as much as she does right now. She wouldnt admit now, that the longer he stood there, the more inferior she felt. And it was embarrassing. She lowered her gaze to the floor, not that it would be noticed much that she was no longer staring at him nor facing him. Her untidy hair covered parts of her face, and through the tangled strands of her ivory colored hair, her pale lips turned down in a scowl.



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                                        "Just how many times do I have to tell you Amy, he's not good for you! Look what he's trying to make you do, leave your family? That's not something a gentleman should ask for his lover! Amelia!"

                                        Katherine St. John argued for the fifth time that day. She was pacing around her younger sister's room who was still shoving her several dresses into the too small bag of hers. As much as she wanted to grab the bag away from her sister, Amelia had threatened to jump out the window-- she wouldnt die from it, surely-- and run off, which is why Katya was stuck into walking in circles, throwing occasional glares at her sister. Amelia was planning to elope with her lover whose name evaded Katya's head at the moment. She was much too preoccupied with how to stop her sister from leaving.

                                        "What of father? You're going to kill mother with worry! And not to talk about the scandal you will bring the family should the public know about this!"

                                        Katya knew that her sister could care less about public circles, but she was slowly running out of arguments and her sister was almost done with packing her things, obviously still ignoring her. Katherine's family was one that was known throughout the city as one of the most influential families there was, that didnt mean they were royalty of course, her father was just a man who had a title, and of course the rest of the family had their own benefits. There was no rags-to-riches story to this family, they've been rich from the beginning, which explains the attitude of the family's daughters. While Katya's attitude is tolerable, Amelia is a spoiled St. John through and through, childish and reckless, their parents had given up on restraining their younger daughter and pushing the responsibilities to the older sister, which was Katherine.

                                        "Amelia, youre sixteen!"

                                        "Oh sister, should I wait until Im older when Im expected to have responsibilities? That is the fun of being young."

                                        That was the first time Amelia had turned to her, much more answer her protests, but that was only because she was finished with her packing. She had slung her things over her shoulder and shifted her weight to a foot, then the other, as if testing her balance. By this time, Katya was already out of excuses and had to resort to pleading. She loved her sister too much to let her go.

                                        "Amy, please my sweet, dont do this."

                                        "When you fall in love Katya, you'll understand. Please don't tell mother and father."

                                        That was the last that Katya heard from Amelia as she was already out the door before she could even open her mouth to reply. Most of the household was still asleep, and the few of the maids and servants wouldnt have a chance to even see Amelia out for she was taking the back door of the manor. Sighing, Katya no longer bothered following after her sister, Amelia was just as unshakable as she was, once decided, there was no turning back. She had no choice but walk back to her room. On her way however, she had crossed with a personal maid of hers, then the idea struck her, surprised that she didnt think of it before.

                                        "My Lady? Youre up so early.."

                                        "Maria! Oh Maria, you have got to lend me your clothes!"

                                        Katya had whispered sharply. After a few minutes of persuasion and white lies, Katya was already in a servant's dress, her golden hair pulled back into a ribbon, allowing her curls to cascade down her back. She, of course, left the make up off her face. Katya gave herself a once-over in the mirror, though her face was free from any cosmetic, her exquisite beauty was still present, and she was much too recognizable. She then decided to just grab an umbrella on her way out.

                                        She would follow her sister and force her back home if that is what it takes.


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                                        'She's crazy.' 'Did you see her?' 'She was screaming..' 'What's she saying?' 'She's a witch.' 'No--!' 'Stay away from her.' 'What are you doing?'

                                        Unable to sleep, the younger Valentine daughter uneasily rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, the sun wasn't even saying it's first hello's to the sleeping earth. No matter how much she wanted, no matter how much she tried to tune them out, there was always someone who breaks through her and fills her head with random thoughts. Thoughts that wasnt even hers to begin with. Thoughts that were supposed to be private. Yet there she was, listening to every one of them despite her distaste for it.

                                        She had been thrashing in her bed the entire night, trying to press her head as hard as she can against her bed, her pillow, her blanket. She curled up, laid on her back, on her stomach, she did everything she could to get herself to sleep but to no avail. Other people's dreams became hers. Every single detail they kept within their minds were laid open for her to observe and listen to. There were thoughts of love, of hatred, jealousy, lust, envy. She'd heard it all.

                                        Deciding that sleep was completely impossible to obtain in her room, Natasha had thrown her blanket away and stood, stripped herself of her night dress and pulled on another. Quietly, she opened her door and made her way out to the front door and left the place she called home. She had only brought a shawl with her to protect herself from the early morning cold.

                                        Natasha, or simply Natya, have been traveling deep into the forest since that morning. She was so tired of her room and it wasn't like she'd risk going into the population of the town. No, not at all. Despite the pretty features of her face it was obvious that the girl had not enough sleep, it's doubtful even with her current appearance that she ever had a wink of sleep. There were shadows under her eyes, a dark shade that stood with a great contrast against her skin, made paler by her lack of sleep. She almost looked like a ghost. Her hair was obviously not combed, it was as if she only ran her fingers through it in an attempt to fix it. It wasn't a mess of hair though, it was disheveled yes, but not messy.

                                        Natya had lived all her life in that forest in where she now stood, there was only one instance when she got lost and with what happened that one time, Natya was careful enough not to repeat that again. As she walked deeper into the welcoming embrace of the forest, her leg threatened to gave way from beneath her so she just decided to stop for a moment. The girl wore a simple dress, long-sleeved, white, and laced. Tucking the skirt of her dress under her, she crouched down to the forest floor and eventually sat, leaning her back against a tree with her eyes closed. She could hear the birds.. the squirrels. She could hear the rabbits. There was an owl not too far away. There was a herd of deer not far from the creek.

                                        Natya heard them all clearly.

                                        A groan escaped the girl's pale dry lips as she brought a hand against her head, pressing down on her temple as if trying to send the voices away, but of course, it wouldnt. Slowly, she opened her tired eyes. Wherever she went, sleep evaded her. She raised her hand, her palm facing upwards and a bird landed gently upon her knuckles, a single cherry clasped upon its beak. Despite her weary state, Natya smiled.

                                        "Im tired.."

                                        'Natya?' 'Natya~' 'Natasha!' 'She's over here..' 'Natya~'

                                        A rabbit emerged from the bushes and hopped warily unto the girl's lap. The bird on her palm then dropped the cherry in her palm and flew away, it was then Natya curled her dainty fingers around the fruit and placed it in her mouth before placing the same hand around the rabbit's ear, rubbing it gently as she started to hum a soft melody, her eyes closing again.

                                        "Do you mind.. if I sleep here even for just a few minutes?"

                                        'She's sleeping..' 'Natasha is sleeping.' 'Natya~' 'She's..'

                                        The voices surrounding her slowly quietened though not totally gone. They were still there, hushed voices. Natya could easily hear her name being called, being mentioned. But it wasnt long until the voices, kind thoughts, became a lullaby to her. Slowly she drifted, she welcomed sleep with open arms, for once hoping that she'd finally dream a dream of her own and not influenced by other people's thoughts and dreams.

                                        Yeah, she could be so lucky..


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                              Fala sighed in exasperation as she wrung her left hand once, trying to shake the stinging pain away from her hand, her eyes turning a glare over the writing materials that were scattered before here. It was sick, just sick. Being an alchemist, she was expected to write tons of paperwork. Measurements, effects, procedures.. she had to write everything down, strike out errors, rewrite it again until she gets everything perfect to the last letter or symbol. Sure her body can replace blood, but she wasnt a demon, she was a plain human, and there was no way of speeding her regeneration for it.. expect of course in ways that alchemy could offer. Either way, losing blood shouldnt even something to consider. But as it is, it would seem that she had no choice. She shook her head in disapproval and grabbed the materials again and replaced them back on the table.

                              "Why is everything here so difficult?"

                              The female dropped herself back on the chair as she watched Jinx hop away mentioning something about the white flower. She allowed her hopes to soar for a moment, the thrill of discovering something new, but in wasnt long before her hopes plummeted down. In any situation, watching the imp getting attacked by a book was amusing, much more when the chase turned the opposite direction when Jinx started to chase the mimic, ending the incident with flames. Nevertheless, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips despite her wondering what she'd do if she was attacked by those mimics. She glanced at the piles of books before her, so far she's been safe from them. Her eyes wandered over the table until it beheld the arrow.

                              Deciding that she'll unravel the mystery of the flower later on, she took the arrow and stood up. She was about to head to the other room to have access to the alchemical equipments provided when she turned and took the quill and a piece of paper with her, just in case. She ascended the stairs and half-jogged into the corner of the room, slipping into the next, making her way into the lab. She placed the writing materials on a table and proceeded to head towards the counter, placing the arrow gently upon it's surface, she looked about and grabbed necessary equipment for what she had planned to do. The procedure of taking the poison from the arrow was something that she was familiar on doing, given it wasnt always a poison-tipped arrow that she worked on, she had decided on reasonable grounds that same procedures would apply to this situation as well.

                              Gloves, pinches of cotton, a vial of alcohol, and a clear glass dish were the only things that she needed at the moment, and were enough for her to work on.. for the moment. She dragged a chair near the counter and sat there, leaning forward to start working. She grabbed the cottons and moistened it with just enough alcohol, wiping the poison off the arrow afterwards. After a few minutes of wiping the entire arrow tip clean, she reached over for the clear dish and squeezed both alcohol and poison into it. For a moment she stared at it, the dark violet that was the poison's original color was slightly lightened by the presence of alcohol. Not really dwelling much on it, she placed the arrow back down, intending to check it still later on and searched for a test tube and a pair of tongs to hold it. Slowly, carefully so, she transferred the dishes' contents into the tube and shook it for a moment, trying to see if the alcohol would automatically separate from the poison. Once it didnt, Fala replaced the tube in it's rack for a moment and looked for a source of fire, intending to let the alcohol evaporate from the poison itself and separate them.

                              Needless to say, it took Fala quite some time to finally obtain a gas burner. Huffing in frustration at the length of time wasted, the female alchemist hastily took the tube with the poison in it and held it above the faint flame that the burner provided. It wasnt a minute after until the air about her smelled strongly of alcohol and a hint of a fragrance that she didnt recognize. Realizing that she had enough evaporation, she shut the burner down and replaced the poison, now free of alcohol, and headed quickly to the nearest sink, splashing her face with water. Slight drowsiness had taken over the female, something that she hadnt considered while having the poison simmered. She could only hope she hadnt inhaled enough of the poison's properties for her to fall into the same state that the king had. Where did her carefulness went? Shaking her head, she glanced at the tube that held the poison. She hesitated for a moment before tilting the tube sideways, allowing two drops of said poison to settle on a new dish, then she headed back to the table where she initially placed her writing materials.

                              Upon seeing the quill, the female instantly recoiled away, remembering the pain that it brought her earlier, contemplating despite the fact that she knew she had to write stuff down. Shaking her head again, she grabbed the quill and settled on a chair that was by the table. Fala dipped her forefinger on the poison and rubbed the liquid against her thumb, trying to see if it felt anything different than just liquid, and she wasnt disappointed. Though it was almost unnoticeable, there was a very faint grainy touch to it. Any novice to alchemy wouldnt be able to notice the texture for it was very subtle since majority of it was thick and sticky, it caused Fala to smile. So she wrote down the first properties of the poison that she had unraveled.

                              Grainy, sticky, and thick.

                              The smile was immediately wiped off her face at the stinging pain in her hands once she wrote down the words, frowning more at the sight of the red 'ink' that was on the parchment. Deciding that it was better to not dwell on such trivialities, she proceeded on the subject at hand. Having experienced it before, Fala wasnt at all looking forward to smell the poison, it was only that she had to make sure. When the first wafting scent came to her, the strong odor caused her to quickly pull away and clamp her free hand at the lower half of her face, her mind quickly spinning several words to describe the horrendous scent.

                              Atrocious.

                              She had decided, though if given a choice and if writing didnt hurt so much, she was much willing to cough up worse words than that. Still keeping the finger that had the poison away, she stood, taking the quill and paper back to her to the lab counter, placing them upon it as she headed to the sink. Now this was what she hated most, tasting. But it was still essential either way. Shutting her eyes close and taking a deep breath, she brought her poisoned finger against lower lip, then running her tongue over it for a taste. What she tasted almost sent her reeling away. Quickly, she spat unto the sink, clearing the taste on her tongue. She turned the faucet on and ran her finger under it, cleaning the poison off her finger before cupping some to bring to her mouth, spitting it out again after. Fala shuddered as she turned the faucet off and walked over to where she placed the parchment and wrote down,

                              Bitter, burning, stinging

                              As if confirming the sensation left, though faint, on her tongue, her hand responded in stinging pain, causing the girl to wince. She dropped the quill and glanced at the counter, the paper, her blood that was used as ink, the words she wrote. It was unintentional that her eyes wandered sideways and saw the arrow once more, this time clean of the poison. But what she saw there caused her to take a sharp intake of breath, realizing something that she didnt notice before. Blood. Talon, the king's blood. Of course, she'd need samples to check how the poison reacted to his blood. Muttering a string of profanities, she turned about sharply after grabbing two clean test tubes in her hand, looking for Jinx.

                              "Jinx! Jinx, I need samples of your king's blood!"





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                                  The faint sliver of the morning light slipped between the tiny space between the curtains that had filtered the rest of unwelcome glare of the sun in a certain female's room. A female that still occupied her vast bed, tangled in sheets with an arm hanging at the edge of the said furniture. She had been awake for a few minutes now, but still she refused to open her eyes. She could see the light behind her lids and resented it, instead, she turned away from the direction of her window and gave off a disgruntled sigh. Needless to say, Risika Sayuri was not a morning person. Nevertheless, she knew she had to get up soon enough, it was Monday after all. Friggin bloody Monday.

                                  Regarding classes for that day, her first class doesnt start in at least an hour, but as mentioned, not being a morning person causes her to move slow at the start of the day. After a minute of persuading herself that another ten minutes of sleep wouldnt hurt, Risika allowed herself to drift off, but apparently, a certain individual disagreed. From the thin rays of sunlight that peeked into her room, a sudden burst of light entered her room as her curtains were moved. A black cat had made its way into her room and found it useful to move the curtains apart as he passed the window, and as if it wasnt enough to wake the sleeping female, the animal jumped up on the bed and deliberately moved upon her face, its soft paws prodding at it's owner's pale cheek. With a groan of annoyance, a slender arm shot through the air and swiped the cat away, pushing the animal off her face and into the bed.

                                  "Damn it Jay, alright, Im up."

                                  It was the usual morning routine.

                                  Risika sat up and ran her palm from her eyes down to her mouth, as if trying to wipe the sleep from her face, before running the same hand through her ivory tresses. Hazily, amber eyes opened and took in the scene before her, an environment that had been home to her for the last eleven years ever since she was invited to the academy. She rubbed her eyes one last time before stretching languidly, proceeding to leave the bed after. Jay, her cat immediately jumped off the bed gracefully and hurried to the small circular glass table at the center of Risika's room, accidentally knocking off the book that was on the edge of the said table, giving off a faint thud as it connected to the carpeted floor. Risika's attention was diverted from her reflection on the mirror as she heard the small noise. A scolding scowl entered her face as she walked over, still barefoot and in her nightdress, and picked up the book, replacing the bookmark between it's pages before putting it back on the table.

                                  "Careful Jay."

                                  That was all she said and the cat obediently sat, unmoving except for the lazy waving of his tail. The girl gave a brief nod and rubbed the cat behind its ears, receiving a heartfelt purr from her pet. With a smile, Risika gave Jay a last pat before heading to her bathroom for a quick shower to start a day, kicking the door close in the process.

                                  It probably took Risika fifteen minutes until she emerged from the bathroom and get herself decently clothed and combed. Upon making sure, for the third time, that she looked alright, she grabbed the book from her table and called on Jay to follow her out, which wasnt really necessary since the cat always followed her everywhere. It wasnt a minute then after did the two leave her room. In a swift movement, Risika moved her right hand over her door knob, muttering a spell under her breath.

                                  "Obfirmo"

                                  A small glow appeared from under her glove which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, then a small click sounded from her door, confirming its lock. Risika smiled contentedly. She had realized a few years ago that a key isnt really convenient for her since she always seems to misplace it, so instead she settled on locking and unlocking her room magic-wise. And life has been much easier then.


                                      Location ---- Floor two, Hallway, Dorm Building of the Academy of Roses


                                  The hallway outside her room was practically silent and there were only two possible reasons. One, the rest had gone off to their classes, and two, they are still sleeping, not that Risika cared, it just made her travel a bit safer. She has the habit of reading while walking, which really isnt advisable when walking through corridors or through crowds, not that she'll ever participate in a crowd unless forced to. Lowering her gaze to her now-opened book, Risika moved through familiar platforms with her eyes fixed on the pages of her book.

                                  "What do you say to grabbing something to eat? It's still early anyway."

                                  Risika muttered to Jay, receiving a quiet meow from the cat, and the girl took it as a yes. The way to the cafeteria wasnt exactly that far since there were two different cafeterias in the campus, one in the dormitory building and the other at the main building where classes are held, with the latter one being the least visited since the cafeteria in the main building is often crowded in comparison to the one in the dorms, gives her some quiet time to read.


                                      Location ---- Floor One, Cafeteria, Dorm Building of the Academy of Roses


                                  "A good morning, Riri-chan?"

                                  Risika raised her gaze from her book for the first time to meet the welcoming, crinkly-eyed, smiling woman behind the counter in the cafeteria. The girl offered a friendly smile as well and closed the book politely as she approached the counter, looking over what was served that morning, not that it really mattered much to her, the people in the cafeteria always knew what she asked for in the mornings-- though there are a few times when Risika would dare to try some new things, which is a different story.

                                  "Yes, lovely morning. The usual please? A bowl of milk for Jay and perhaps some cornflakes. I was also wondering if you have some toast this morning?

                                  "Of course, in a minute."

                                  Risika didnt have long to wait until her order was complete. Placing her book down on the tray as well, she headed to the nearest table, Jay already on the table, sitting patiently. She sat with her back towards the entrance and slid the bowl of milk towards her cat which he eagerly accepted and pulled her bowl of cereal closer to her. She took her spoon and spent a moment to mix her cereal before taking her first spoonful. After swallowing, Risika lowered her spoon and took her book in her hands again to resume reading.

                                  And that was just the typical, normal morning for the bookworm of the Academy.


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(2) A girl who happens to read too much book on s p e l l s, potions, and the like;
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                                      Location ---- Floor One, Cafeteria, Dorm Building of the Academy of Roses


                                  Risika could really care less about how long she had been there at the cafeteria, taking her own sweet time with the bowl of cereal that she had before her. For all she knew, she wasnt really supposed to be going anywhere yet anytime soon. She was still only half-way into finishing her cereal, with the toast still untouched. A quiet purr however alerted her of her other companion. For a moment, the girl turned her eyes away from her book and glanced momentarily at the cat on her table, apparently, Jay had finished his own bowl of milk. Sighing, she lowered her book page-down on the table and rubbed the back of her neck as if to stretch her muscles there. Without anymore encouragement, Risika stood from her chair and took Jay's bowl and headed back to the counter. If she wanted some time of peace during breakfast, she would just have to make sure that Jay's busy with his own meal.

                                  "For Jay again. Oh, and maybe a glass of chocolate milk for me."

                                  As the woman behind the counter took her cat's bowl again, Risika took a moment to look back at her table to check on Jay, and she made a good decision to do so. With a startled gasp, she quickly ran back to her table and stole her cereal away from Jay. Pouting, she prodded the cat's forehead and forced him to sit down on the table. It would seem as if Jay had plans to steal some of her own breakfast as well, as long as it included milk, it was never safe from her cat. Well.. at least her toast was safe. Again, Risika prodded her cat.

                                  "No. Bad cat. You should be patient."

                                  Mew..

                                  "Riri-chan?"

                                  "Yes? I'll be right there."

                                  After placing her cereal back on the table and giving Jay a warning look, Risika headed back to the counter to retrieve the cat's bowl and her own glass of chocolate. She heard the cafeteria lady emit a quiet chuckle upon watching the scene with Risika and her cat. It wasnt an unusual thing really, but after years of staying in the school, the scene just became a common amusement. Risika didnt really know whether to be embarrassed or just shrug it off, but most of the time, it was the second choice that is often executed.

                                  "Thanks again."

                                  When Risika arrived back at her table, she quickly placed the bowl of milk by Jay and watched the cat busy himself with the second serving of her breakfast. Shaking her head, she reached for her book again and closed it for a moment to at least give herself some time to finish her cereal. Her table was quiet then except for the occasional sounds of her spoon against her bowl and Jay's drinking. She never really noticed that the cafeteria was slowly starting to be occupied by several other students, and she never really liked that. Upon finishing the last spoon of her cereal, she pushed the bowl away a bit and took a drink from her glass, only to notice that someone had caught her just before she was planning to leave the room.

                                  She blinked for a moment as she saw the sliced cucumbers that was placed on her table, watched the hand take one of the sliced ones and another hand pet her cat, causing a hostile hiss to come from Jay himself. Risika knew whose hands those were, she knew that voice, and who else would really say those words except for him. As it is, she still paid respect to those superior of her, and this male she was sure is. Lowering her glass back down on her table, she took a deep breath and raised her eyes to meet her new companion. A forced smile, though with the number of times she forced herself to do so, it almost seemed natural, curved the corners of her lips for a greeting.

                                  "Umi-sempai, Im sure my cat doesn't appreciate that kind of flattery."

                                  Risika was about to dismiss Umi's presence when she found herself not staring at the pages of her book but directly into his eyes. All of a sudden, her fear of closed, tight spaces caused her heart to thump nervously, her hands clenching her book so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. He was invading her safe zone. She knew very well of Umi's reputation in the school and what she feared about him isn't the fact that he would go around sprouting words that would usually make a girl's heart flutter in joy. As it is, his words might seem, to others who doesnt know him quite well, that he's trying to hit on her. But his words only made one word ring loudly in her head. Dangerous. Well he was.

                                  The girl found a short second to moisten her suddenly dry lips and forced herself to appear calm. With a breathless chuckle, she pulled away from Umi and proceeded to stand from her chair. Jay, she could hear, was still burning with hostility, his own unfinished bowl of milk forgotten. As Risika tried to grab for her book again, she had noticed that her palms were covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat. She muttered a silent curse under her breath and held her book close as if trying to absorb strength from it. But she knew that the more space she put between them, the better she would surely feel.

                                  "Yes, type B. And sempai, I dont really know how to react to that kind of comment. Now if you'll excuse me.."

                                  Risika turned her eyes at the direction of the counter to notice yet another familiar face, another of the diamond ranked students in the academy, and unfortunately, one of the girls she openly disliked, and those sentiments were quite reasonable judging on her attitude which is quite well known around the campus. She gritted her teeth in annoyance and turned her gaze back at Umi, whose smile, well actually, it was more of a smirk, did nothing but aggravate her more. Nevertheless, she made an effort to hide her unease as she reached past him and grabbed her still untouched toast. As she did, her hold on her book loosened and allowed a piece of paper to fall to the floor. Wondering, since she never really remembered putting the said paper in her book, she bent down and took hold of it, unfolding it and reminding herself of something that she would rather not to be reminded of.

                                  "Well damn.."

                                  She sighed and crumpled the piece of paper before throwing it down on her tray. How could she have forgotten that she was summoned, along with a few others, to the Flower room today? Quickly, ignoring Umi, she gathered the bowls that she and Jay had used and cleaned the table of her presence. Jay seemed to be glad to move away from Umi as well as he jumped off the table and stayed at Risika's heels instead. She decided then that she just found the perfect excuse to rid herself of his presence as well.

                                  "It would seem that Im needed somewhere, so sorry to leave all of a sudden, but I need to go. Jay.. come."

                                  With a last glance directed toward Umi, she gave a curt nod of respect and headed the opposite direction as fast as her feet would allow her. Already her morning was going down the drain, and her annoyance was mostly directed to herself with the way she allowed herself to wallow in fear just a few minutes earlier. And she never really noticed that Himura disappeared from the cafeteria, nor did she realize that she might be heading to the Flower room as well.


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(1) A beautiful and attractive young woman, with a wickedness that is beyond the d e v i l 's own;
(2) A girl who happens to read too much book on s p e l l s, potions, and the like;
(3) Something to call R i s i k a.
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                                      Location ---- Floor One, Cafeteria, Dorm Building of the Academy of Roses


                                  Upon her turn to leave, her steps were quickly halted when she heard Umi call out to her about meeting her in the flower room later on. She actually blanched at the fact that they'll be seeing each other very soon. A sardonic smile curled her lips before she continued her walk. Risika was just making her way out of the cafeteria when she was forced to the side with a sudden appearance of a certain alien-loving someone. A hiss immediately came from Jay when his own tail almost got stepped on, not that Risika noticed. She was too bewildered, or surprised in a not-so-good way by-- what's her name again? Hiyori, she heard the cafeteria lady mutter. Yes, Hiyori. Most of the time Risika just referred to the spade-rank girl as alien-girl, which she was sure was used by others more, what with her obsession on aliens and stuff. She swore it's getting unhealthy.

                                  A soft mewing sound caught her attention and shook her away from the thoughts of the alien-girl and back to the task at hand. Ah yes, the flower room. She was not in a hurry anymore since Umi stayed behind and that meant that she'll be arriving in the flower room before him, therefore, she wouldn't be late. Noting the piece of toast-- well, damaged toast-- in her hand, she shook her head and went to the nearest trash can to throw it. With a nonchalant action, she flitted back to the counter and grabbed one of the apples in the fruit tray. It has always been a habit of hers to at least bring one food item out of the cafeteria when she's about to leave. Today was no exception.

                                  She had already planned to head off without any other intrusions but apparently fate hated her at the moment. Not even a step outside the cafeteria did she find herself stuck on spot by no other than Umi himself... again. It was very much known that Risika Sayuri doesnt own a vast amount of patience, and already, her patience was wearing thin. She was very much itching to drop a curse on Umi and everyone else in the room if she was further more forced to stay in the cafeteria. Risika turned a glance in stoic silence at the hand on her shoulder before moving her hardened gaze toward Umi who by now have crouched down towards Jay. Now that caught her off guard-- by the second time that day, and by the same person.

                                  "Hey-- What do you think you are doing? Umi-sempai!"

                                  It didnt really made any sense to her. So much that even after Umi had walk-- scratch that-- darted off, she still stood there in confused silence. Its just that Umi and Jay doesnt really go together in one sentence. It just isn't done. Whatever broke her out of her stunned state isnt really worth mentioning, but upon fully realizing that her cat is currently in the arms of the academy sadist who is notorious for failure to keeping his pets alive, it didnt really bode well for both Risika and Jay. And with a cry out outrage, Risika took up speed to catch up with Umi.

                                      Location ---- On the way to the Flower Room; Academy of the Roses


                                  "Get out of my way before I turn you all into a poster on the wall!"

                                  She didnt know when nor does it seem like she would care to figure out when her slim thread of patience snapped, but Risika was currently rolling wave after wave of annoyance from her form as she made her way through crowds that were wise enough to move out of her way upon her arrival, knowing she would, without a doubt, carry out her thread during one of her moods. Though her sudden mood swing seemed unreasonable, there's no going around it. Most of the time, Risika's emotions are always turned to the extreme. There are very few times when the girl could hold her emotions in check, but almost always her emotions are all over the place, affecting those near her as well.

                                  It was the fact that she forgot to go to the flower room much earlier, it was because of Umi's actions around her earlier at breakfast that caused her to lose her footing, it was because Umi will surely make it to the flower room before her and might cause her to be the last one to arrive, it was because she saw Himura Yukie whose sight is enough to annoy her, its also because Umi took Jay away from her and she didnt know what to expect from that.

                                  "Rika-chan, hi---"

                                  "Shut up!"

                                  Risika didnt really bother to check on who that was, and her little command to "shut up" was more than just words. The unfortunate fellow might just be unable to speak for a good few minutes in exchange for his attempt to greet Risika, but as it is, she was too focused to care about anything else but arriving in room A01. The last she saw of Umi was his back when he disappeared into the room of flowers, though she hated the room itself because of the conflicting scents of the flowers, years had taught her on how to tolerate it, but it doesn't say much for this situation.

                                      Location ---- Room A01, Flower room, Academy of the Roses


                                  "Kesuki!"

                                  She noticed the strange brunette standing outside the room. She heard the voices inside, she had the shortest of moments to identify Yukie, Yukio, Umi, Yuudai, and.. Nishiki? For the love of God! Of all people! Risika attempted a quick halt on her feet upon reaching the room but apparently the force she exerted wasnt enough for she found herself slamming into a back of a person she didnt really recognize at the moment. Her breath was knocked out of her chest upon impact and caused her to lose her balance. Shaking her head, Risika tried to open her eyes but the room was still spinning before her, and the rush of odors coming from each and every flower in the room did nothing to help. She closed her eyes again and groaned. To hell with first impressions, she was currently out of it. With another attempt to open her eyes, she quickly looked out for Jay, and to her relief, her cat was still alive on his feet. For now, that was all that mattered-- until she noticed the person she slammed into. A sharp intake of breath came through clenched teeth as she turned an accusing glare at the said person, as if blaming him for her (or their?) fall.

                                  "Nishiki! What the hell are you doing standing in the way?!"

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(1) A beautiful and attractive young woman, with a wickedness that is beyond the d e v i l 's own;
(2) A girl who happens to read too much book on s p e l l s, potions, and the like;
(3) Something to call R i s i k a.
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                                      Location ---- Room A01, Flower Room, Academy of the Roses


                                  It was needless to say that Risika was thankful that she was caught before her face made friends with the floor, not only was she saved from physical harm, but she was also saved from embarrassment-- in a small measure. But the fact that of ALL people, why was it supposed to be Nishiki? Just how much misfortune would she have to stand this day? She would have expressed her thanks verbally but thought it better with her fellow ranker. Instead, she writhed in his grasp, tugging at the wrist he caught the moment she found her balance. As much as she wanted to hate Nishiki for his personality, the fact that they both entered the school at the same time and that they're both stuck in the same rank cause her primary hate to simple annoyance, but no doubt that she wouldnt let an opportunity pass to slap her dislike for him on his face, and this was the perfect time. A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

                                  "Oh Shiki-kun, I couldnt wait to see you! Oh by the way, please receive this token of affection from your longtime friend!"

                                  Amidst her tugging to free her wrist from Nishiki's hold, she raised her free hand and pulled it back, her face determined to bring a stinging slap on his face. She maybe exaggerating but being together for years, one would think that the pervert would be used to receiving this token of "affection" from her. But as much as she wanted to continue, she quickly halted at feeling the slightest change in the room. No, Im not saying that she's extremely sensitive, in fact she wouldnt notice any change until it slapped her in the face, no. She suddenly found herself taking heavy breaths, her chest constricting with the effort of every inhalation. Was it her imagination or is the room becoming.. warm? Being born in a village of snow, the slightest hint of warmth, or heat, is enough to make her uncomfortable. She hated being warm so much that she forgot the fact that Nishiki was still holding her and that her slap was still hanging in the air. She craned her neck away from Nishiki and tried to look at the recent happenings in the room.

                                  She was blessed to be given a glimpse of what was happening but that was all that she had. A glimpse. All she saw was the new male raging-- simply raw rage-- at Yukie. He has quite the vocabulary, Risika would give him that. She wasnt entirely sure whether the heat that she felt came from him, but she would wager so. Even though its not much, she had an idea of the abilities everyone in the room had-- except for the newcomers. And since this.. was his name Max? ..this person seemed angry enough to show them a whiff of his powers, she quickly assumed that the reason for the increasing heat in the room was him. She had moved her gaze from Max and to Yukie to look at her reaction, to assess the situation more when she felt herself fall forcefully on the floor. It was quick reaction that allowed her to bring her hand under her to lessen her impact but it wasnt enough to support her... and Nishiki on top of her, and she found her breath knocked out of her body. Just what the hell happened?

                                  A groan came from her, frustrated and annoyed. She let her head fall back against the floor with a light thud, her eyes shut tightly closed and her lips pressed together in a grim line. She was still for a moment, and upon deciding that she broke nothing, she opened her eyes in all intention to push the body over her off, but she'll forever wish she hadnt opened her eyes right then. Her amber eyes widened at the distance, or lack thereof, of Nishiki's face from hers. It was already mentioned how much she hated having her space invaded when Umi did the same thing just earlier in the cafeteria, and Nishiki was just doing the same thing, accidentally may it be but it was still invading her safe zone. Almost immediately, without the help of the additional heat in the room, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, cold sweat. Eyes widened more when she saw the smirk on the other male's face, a sign that alarmed her-- she never liked advances toward her, serious or not. Her mind was screaming a warning at her when Nishiki's hands held her face, by then she was already trembling-- how embarrassing, in front of all these people. Shock replaced by panic, she squirmed frantically and moved her hands between them, shoving the male off with as much strength that she had. At that moment did her most unlikely savior arrived.

                                  The headmistress.

                                  After Nishiki scrambled hastily off of her, Risika quickly took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. With her face deeply flushed in embarrassment, she pushed herself off the floor clumsily and stood up, brushing her hand once over her uniform. She gave a withering glance towards Nishiki's direction for the last time and headed towards the nearest desk, calling Jay forward with a wave of a hand, and in no time the cat was settled on the desk in front of her, purring as Risika's fingers found a spot behind his ear. A awkward expression was clear on her face as the drama over the plucked flower ensued. If she didnt know the headmistress better, she wouldve lost all respect for her as she fussed over the littlest thing, but lack of respect for her betters isnt something Risika's fond of doing. So instead, she just shrugged the whole flower dilemma off, but the headmistress, being how she is, made sure Risika wont be ignoring the flower problem. Risika practically cringed in her seat as the flower grew twice in size, more atrocious in her eyes, even Jay hissed, sharing her sentiments about the flower-- though obviously, the headmistress desired it that way, she was in no mood to argue.

                                  And so the details for their presence in the room was given, and apparently a four star-- her face registered a surprised expression right here-- mission was given.. to the most unlikely group ever-- and that included her, needless to say. She gave the room another look over to take note of her companions. And she scowled darkly at the presence of the Himura siblings, Nishiki, Umi, and the new guy. They didnt seem to be the most pleasant of companions, but who is she to argue. Just shrugging it off, she leaned back on her chair luxuriously and watched in utter lack of interest as the headmistress practically shoved the new girl-- Sayumi? A hint of smile appeared on her face, why that girl almost had the same name as hers, but her amusement was short-lived as the headmistress left. She hated going inside that rabbit hole, what with the skirt they wore. She usually didnt worry about being peeked at, but Nishiki's last comment, along with that smile of mischief, she knew better than to be fine with it. She had half the heart to kick Nishiki into that hole in revenge for that embarrassing encounter earlier but thought better of it. There were subtler ways to have her revenge, and with that comforting thought in mind, she stood, Jay jumping off the desk and settling by her feet in alert.

                                  "I'll be going."

                                  She motioned Jay to go forward, which the cat quickly obeyed. She deliberately passed by Nishiki, muttering quiet words under her breath. She was determined to restrain his perversity if not until all the girls have jumped into the rabbit hole. Just a temporary spell of blindness, he wouldnt appreciate it, of course, for the only moments that his eye would black out is when a girl crawls into the hole. She wasnt entirely sure how long it would last, this blinding spell of hers, but she was sure to be safe, and that was all that mattered to her.

                                  "..Dont you even think about it Nishiki."

                                  And with that, she made her way into the frozen plane.


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