Aether

Apparently Blood isn't a Topping Option

"What the hell is this?" My voice filled the almost empty Dairy Queen as my hands slammed the small cup on the counter. The poor cup's, or what used to be a cup's contents spilled over the now dirty counter top. The young boy behind the counter looked more scared than Patrick Stump in the beginning of This ain't a scene, It's an arms race music video.

"Ma'm, are you alright?" his body trembling like a mouse. My head snapped up, at this point my eyes had probably gone red, just like his face.

"No, everything is not alright, sir. I specifically asked for that red liquid, what I can only guess is blood, back there on my blizzard. This sir is not that, it taste like strawberry, here you try." I dipped my fingers into the liquid mess by the register and stuck it in front of him.

"Ma'm why would we have blood? Don't tell me you're one of those vampire obsessed girls, how could anyone like monsters like that?" he snickered. Last when I lost it. Like any person should do I launched my self over the counter, knocking over everything there in the process, including the boy. I ran over to the ice cream machine, promptly ripping it out of the floor, and chucking it into the wall.

"What the fuck?" the boy screamed, rushing over to the phone. Quickly, he dialed what I assume was nine-one-one, seeing the fact that only minute later I was shoved into a police car.

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"Ma'm are you high?" the first officer asked.

"Hey Pete, just call me Pallas, seeing the fact that we have became such good friends already!" I laughed in the back of the car.

"Watch your tone, young lady!" the second snapped.

"Why so serious, Greg?" I smirked, putting my feet across the backseat.

"No feet on the seat, brat!" Greg snapped.

"Oh Greggy, a Quantum physics computer running for thousands of years couldn't calculate how many fucks I don't give." that got his attention. He slammed the breaks causing me to fall forward, smacking the glass screen.

"Watch it little girl!"

"Last time I checked, wasn't it your job to protect the innocent, not kill them?" I smiled at his pig like face. He turned opening my door, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward the police station. He threw the doors open and dragged me to a holding cell, thus tossing me in it like a sack of potatoes.

"We'll be calling your parents, you spoiled brat!" he growled, reaching for the phone.

"Might want to call my brother instead, my parents are sort of dead. Unless that dinosaur flip phone can call hell." I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring at him. He looked at me with guilt before dialing my older brother. It was true, my parents were killed in an attack against my family when I was ten, but seven years was enough time to get over it. Now my brother was head of the family, and I was, well, an academy runaway.

I sat in my lovely cell with my new companion, Frank, a crazed homeless man, for what seemed like hours until Pete returned with my things, there for letting me out. I skipped into the front office with my bag slung over my shoulder, whistling to This is Gospel happily. Though that was short lived when I came face to face with he whom shall not be named. Also know as Reign Draco Crux, head of the Crux family, number two most attractive available bachelor of the year, and my older brother. Almost as good looking as me, he stood annoying at six foot two inches, with the same blond hair as me, along with a very expensive looking suit. I almost wanted to smile and hug him, while telling him how much I had been missing him. Then we would drive into the sunset.

"Pallas Lyra Crux, get your ass over here!"

Like I said, almost.

 Hi! This is my first story on this account, so I hope you like it. I warn now that because of school, updating might be a little off, so bare with me.