Scarlet Desires: Last High Blood

Ch.10: First Day Of Training

EDITED

  "Wake up, Picasa." A muffled voice said; a hint of urgency in its voice.  

   I groaned a little before turning to another side and covered my head with a pillow. The lucid dream I had earlier was slipping away from me. I forced myself to dream about it again but the more I tried, the worse it got. A rather familiar voice kept bugging me to no end, its words held almost no meaning to me.    

   "Wake up," It repeated again, this time it got louder. "Lincoln will get mad at you, picasa."    

   My eyes shot open at the name Lincoln. Yesterday's events came flooding back to me. Training. Today's the training day! My inner voice screeched. Throwing the blankets away from me, I hurriedly jumped off from the bed and pulled the cupboard's doors open. There wasn't a wide selection for me to choose since they were basically the same type of clothing.    

   Snatching a loose shirt from the hanger, I discarded my old clothes and threw the shirt on. Just when I was about to grab a pair of jeans, a light tap on my shoulders made me stop. Instinctively, I turned my head around and saw Picasa holding a set of a rather fancy looking costume in her hands.   

   "Is it for me?" I said in a hoarse voice.    

   Her head bobbed up and down at my question. Unsure what was the meaning of this, I allowed my fingers to trail along the outline of the incredible, assassin-like outfit. Eventually I took it with my hands and putting it on in front of Picasa. We're both the same gender anyway. There was no point of being embarrassed.    

   I moved towards the full length mirror to see how I looked. It was made of black spandex fabric and covered nearly my entire body except my head. Waves of dirty blond hair fell down my back, barely reaching my waist. It was simple clothing - excluding the mini skirt, almost invisible floral designs around the sleeves and cleavage area. Furrowing my eyebrows at the sight of my breasts, I covered it instinctively.     

   "Must I show part of my breasts to Lincoln?" I scowled.    

   "He's not interested in you," she replied, a smile threatened to reach her face. "Stop fretting and let's go already, picasa."    

   "But –"    

   "You're going to be late, picasa." She cut off, pushing me towards the door.

   "What about shoes!?" I squeaked, curling my toes in protest. "Don't tell me I don't need shoes..."  

    She stopped in her tracks and quickly pulled a pair of sport shoes from a cabinet. "I forgot. Sorry, Picasa."    

    Rolling my eyes, I stopped resisting and allowed her to boss me around. After all, I never visited the training grounds – wherever that was. Soon we left the mansion and entered the forest. The sun shone bright above us, its rays burned my flesh no matter how hard I tried to dodge it. Picasa however, looked completely composed and continued walking down the path with ease.

   "Did you have some sun lotion or something?" I joked, avoiding a ray of light. "Cause you look... um. Cool?"    

   She rolled her eyes at my bad joke. "No. The longer you lived as a vampire, the better you are under the sunlight, Picasa."    

   It must be a heavy rain last night since the ground turned all muddy and had puddles of water every now and then. The humid air seemed to cling on my skin, making me sweat profusely. Annoyed by this, I tugged at my tight collar but it turned out to be a futile attempt. Meanwhile, Picasa looked perfectly fine even though she wore an elaborate French maid outfit.