FEMME FATALE, five hargreeves

001 The Restoration Of A Teenage Nightmare.

CHAPTER ONE, the restoration of a teenage nightmare.

               𝓥ivienné Montrose had not awoken that day with a penchant for an adventure. In fact, the girl had awoken quite peacefully, rolling over in her lace─lined bedsheets and flipping onto her side before her dazed eyes had shut ever─so─gently, sleep lulling her back in.

     Her morning had been quite blissful, easy─going and simple as she now sat at her vanity, an open copy of Medea by Euripides open in front of her. Perhaps, her mother had stopped assigning her books to read in youth yet, the classics had always appealed to her interest. Though, the knocking at her door posed a rather vexing aberration to her current pastime.

     It was her mother, obviously, no one in the organization would dare bother the Witch ─ besides her sister but Lila was another story ─ and anyways, the sharp clack of heels against polished hardwood could only be one woman. The Handler also known as Mother Dearest.

     There was a split second in which, she contemplated staying entirely still and pretending she hadn't heard a thing. Possibly, she'd walk away and try again later? Extremely unlikely. Then again, Vivienné knew better than to ignore the woman carrying a silver pistol within the waistband of her portentous skirts and so she lowered the book in her hands, folding the page as the Handler's familiar frame appeared in the mirror behind her. For anyone unaware of the woman's history or her other attained daughter, it would be almost impossible to tell that the girl sitting at the table was in fact, adopted. The stark, white hair, almost identical blue eyes ─ one could say she was an exact copy of the woman who adopted her at four.