Slap
"Your fired!"
"Again..."
After the indecent interaction with another lecherous costumer at the diners the furious, used to be, waitress stomped home in the dead of night. Her brown ankle boots clicked loudly with every step, she was wearing a button up demean shirt and blue jeans. Her loose hair was raven black, but every time the street lights hit the strands, they shined blue and her eyes were bright blue, burning with the fire of fury.
"Can't believe I was fired for the third time this month! That pervert had it coming!" the girl muttered angrily, swinging around the jacket in her arms, "if I wanted to be molested, I would of joined a strip club!"
She walked absent mindedly, unaware that she's silently being followed, as her thoughts wonder. She eventually cooled down and started to think about the dream she had last night, only recalling bits and pieces of it and everything was extremely blurry but she can remember the events. The whole day her focus was on piecing together the dream she had and why she had it.
Dream Flashback
There was a boy who looked about twelve years old huddled by a tree, his head hanged low and his eyes were void of emotion. That was his defense against the cruel words that were thrown at him by a group of boys who always picked on him. He just wanted to detach himself from reality. Just sit there and try to not listen to them.
"You cheated on that test, admit it!" one of the boys yelled and of course there was no answer, not that they cared.
"Yeah how is it possible that you never showed up in any of the classes yet you get perfect score on everything!"
"Either you're a cheat or your a monster!" The boy flinched at that statement. The leader of the group noticed and decided to step it up a notch.
He tossed his book sack to the ground and rummaged through it, he had an evil smirk on his face. The boy looked at him cautiously, but made no move to leave. "I heard that you got your name because of your hair color, am I right?" he looked into the boys slightly quivering eyes, his smirk grew larger. The leader hummed when he found what he was looking for, making the boy even more uneasy. "I wonder what your name would be if we dyed it black," he chuckled as he pulled out black ink bottle from his sack.
The other boys agreed and started to block off any means of escape, not that he would try or anything. The boy just closed his eyes in defeat and waited for it to all be over.
"Hey! Assholes get away from him!!" a loud female voice screamed angrily.
"Yeah and what... Holy, are you insane!" the leader started off cocky but ended with a scream of terror. He yelled at his group to retreat and dropped the ink bottle in the process.
The boy opened his eyes to see his savior and sweatdropped at seeing why the bullies ran away in the first place. In front of him was a girl the same age as him, her long black hair was tied in pigtails and her fierce blue eyes burned with a defiant fire, she was wearing a kimono and in her hands was a... Katana?!
"You are insane..." he stated monotonously.
The girl pouted and went over to sit by the boy. "Is that anyway to thank your protector" she reached over and pulled his cheek painfully. "I was worried you know?!"
Real world
"I hadn't had a dream like that since... Aka left..." her head hung low at the last part. An image of a red eyed black cat flashed on her mind, making her heart clench. "...Aka... where are you?... I miss you," she muttered.
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So We Meet Again
VampireWhen I became a vampire I didn't know which path to take or who to follow, sometimes I believed that I should of died that day so I wouldn't have to go through all the pain and heartache. But I lived on because I had to find someone that was lost, s...