The Adventures of Queen Draqueesha and the Undead Composer Mozart

Chapter 3 - Untruths and Daring Escapes

A/N ; whew, this was a long chapter. They seem to be getting bigger and bigger every time! Sorry for the late update - I've been super busy! Anyway, first author's note (yay!) and I hope you enjoy!

The sky was orange during the sunset and streaks of purple and pink were painted across it. Draqueesha and Mozart walked under this sky and into the monochrome, modern college. The campus was large, with one modern building in the middle, a band field and forests all around. It was rather beautiful; the idea was to make it nice enough that the music students weren't holed up all the time. The woods were also pretty enough to provide inspiration for a frustrated musician.

"What's this place called?" Mozart asked Draqueesha as she pushed on the entry door. She just grinned and let him walk in. For on the wall right behind the reception was a mural painted by the art students. Swirls of greens, blues and purples spelled the words 'The Li Chan Academy for Visual and Performing Arts' The mural was the sole reason she took the longer route to the front door rather than just going in through the side. It was just gorgeous. She remembered how long it took for the damn thing to get painted, at least seven months. It was about sixteen feet across and twelve feet tall. Not to mention extremely intricate. It was the first assignment for the art students, and she was glad. There was just one thing about it she didn't like. "Who's Li Chan?"

"My dad" The fact that every time she passed it, she was reminded that she didn't belong here. This was a school that housed the best of the best, the most talented of them all. She was here because her daddy paid for it. She was such a poor little rich girl. "Anyways", she muttered "You hungry?"

"Of course, I'm ravenous! Jumping dimensions is difficult work, you know?" As soon as Mozart said it, he cringed slightly. He needed to come up with an alternative, some sort of alias to stop her from suspecting. If she found out - about the sword, everything else, she would be pursued relentlessly until the end of her life. Which actually wouldn't be very long if she discovered the truth. Biting his lip, he began thinking furiously - he needed a backstory which wouldn't lead her to ask many questions. 

Draqueesha frowned, whatever he took should have worn off by now, and he definitely hadn't taken anything since she picked him up four hours ago. She wondered what was wrong with her. She didn't know this man. All she new is that he claimed to be Mozart, and he seemed to be high. So what did she do? Go on a half day road trip of course!

"The cafeteria's downstairs." She said as they took the stairs down. She caught all the students look at them quizzically, gazing intently at 'Mozart' as if he was an oddity that wasn't supposed to be there. The school was big, so she had assumed he was one of the students. But considering that she found him at a graveyard far away, and add the fact that not a single student had recognition painted on their faces.... Who was this man?

"What's there to eat?" he questioned, rubbing his palms together.

"Pizza today, I guess." She shrugged. She continued to ignore him, until they sat down at the table. Quite frankly, she wasn't sure why he was still here. Maybe she expected someone to recognize him and take him away the minute they stepped foot inside. They sat down at a green circular table, identical to the ones spread across the large room. They sat on the far side, as the tables closest to the food were occupied. The walls of thee cafeteria had a few scribbles, a few murals and a few sketches, mostly by bored art students. Definitely nothing as elaborate as the entry mural.

"Who are you, really?" she turned to face him sharply, eyes boring into his. "You still claim you're Mozart, and the drugs should have worn off by now. So, who exactly are you?"

Mozart squirmed in his seat, unsure of how to answer her questions. He needed an ally, and for that he needed her to sympathize.

"My name is.... Gregory Trent" he fibbed, words tumbling out awkwardly. "And I ran away from home." He saw her eyes widen slightly, and she leaned forward, unsure of what to say. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, like a startled goldfish.