Turned

*Party*

"Come on, Bri! Just one shot, its not going to hurt you!" My best friend, Rachel, whined.

"No, Rach, one shot leads to two, and two leads to three. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I get it, you can count. Just take one shot! That's all I'm asking. Please?"

I gave in. "Fine. But only one!"

Sure enough, I never learn. I knew never to trust my best friend when it came to things that I shouldn't do. The party just started and I'm already stumbling in my combat boots. The loud thumping through the house could still be heard outside as I walked out to find Rachel. I lost her on the dance floor about ten minutes ago, thinking she went to the bathroom.

I walked around the house in the bitter cold of winter, searching for my best friend. At this time of night it was hard to see anything around me. Every noise sent me jumping into the air, yelping. Stupid shots, probably just jolting my nerves. When I came to the conclusion that she wasn't out here I ran back in the house.

I searched the house, turning around every girl who looked like Rachel. I searched the second and third floor of the house but headed back downstairs to the kitchen, where the shots were, hoping she would be there. Trying to work my way around all the dancing bodies, I rushed down to the kitchen. Just as I saw a full head of raven black hair the party host, Ryan, stopped me.

"Hey, Brianne, enjoying the party?" Ryan's breath reeked of alcohol.

"Yeah, but I can't really talk right now. I have to go get-,"

"What's the rush, honey?" he stumbled slightly and grabbed my waist.

I glared daggers at him but he only smiled wider. Ryan was the star quarter back of our high school football team. He could have any girl in the school, but he always comes after me. I never had an interest in him, that's why he's always around.

Guys only want what they can't have right?

Maybe it was the shots, but my adrenaline was rushing through my veins. I grabbed the colar of his shirt and pulled him towards me, slowly building his anticipation. I stood up on my tippy toes and leaned towards him to whisper in his ear.

"How about, you go somewhere else and find another toy to play with. This one is unavailable. And... Don't call me honey." I whispered in my best sultry voice.

I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him into the crowd of dancing bodies. I looked into the direction where Rachel was and lost her again.

"Dove è che corvini donna dai capelli?" I huffed. <Where is that raven haired woman?>

I reached into my white jacket pocket and grabbed my car keys. Pulling my jacket tighter around me to lock in the heat, I once again headed out into the cold winter air. Running to my car, I unlocked it and reached into the glove box for my phone. Rachel always had her phone on her so I thought I could get a hold of her like this. I sent her a text and sat in my car, closing the door and turning it on, I had a bad feeling settle down into my stomach.

Feeling a sharp pain on the side of my face I grabbed my small, hand held mirror and studied my reflection. I knew I was good looking, but I never really payed attention to it. My long blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall down my waist. And my dark brown eyes were deep and full of light. I had chubby cheeks and dimples, no doubt coming from my mother.

My mother. Crap. What time is it? 1:54 AM. Yep, I'm dead. I grabbed my phone and began to text Rachel when someone knocked on my window. I yelped and turned around in my seat. I breathed a sigh in relief as it was only Rachel. I unlocked my door and she climbed in the car.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"Helping out a friend of mine."

"Mi hai spaventato." <You scared me>

"Scusa." <Sorry> she said. Rachel and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. She has caught on to my Italian outrages and made me teach her some.

I nodded my head and drove away from the party back to my house. Rachel texted her mother and told her she was staying at my house for the night, then turned her phone off so her mother couldn't argue. I chuckled and shook my head, knowing we are both gonna hear it tomorrow. We rode in a comfortable silence, mainly because Rachel was passed out next to me. I couldn't help but think about the sinking feeling in my stomach.

I pulled in my driveway to the home I've lived in my entire life. I lived in a mansion out in the woods. It was nice and quiet out here, no one to bother us. I woke up Rachel and we got out of the car. Unlocking the front door I noticed the lights were on and I heard a TV in the other room.

"Mamma! Papà! I'm home!" I yelled.

"Mamma? Papà? Where are you?" I looked at Rachel and she shrugged her shoulders.

Walking around downstairs, I grabbed a few honey buns and juice, giving them to Rachel and told her to go upstairs and set them on my bed. I finished turning all the lights off and ran upstairs to my parent's room.

"Mamma? Papà?" I walked down the hallway and heard a loud crash in my parent's room and walked faster.

"Hey, are you guys alri-," I stopped.

I smacked my hand over my mouth as tears streamed down my face. Screaming, I ran into the room and dropped down onto my knees in the puddle of blood in between my mother and father. Both of their throats had been ripped out. The last thing I saw, before the darkness pulled me under, was my parent's hands connected together.

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A/N~This is the first chapter in this short story. I'm so grateful that you guys chose to read this book. I promise that this will get even better further into the story. and also, i used Google Translate for the Italian words. If they are wrong i would greatly appreciate if you could help me out with the corrections.

The picture above is Brianne's outfit for the party.

i will be updating almost everyday. :)

~Hades & Persephone