With Your Poison

Chapter 1: When You Vibrate

Chapter 1: When You Vibrate

The cold night air was sharp as it pierced Priscilla Demond's rigid skin. Her bone-white eyes scanned the city scape before her through her teal fringe. Her dyed hair fell down her shoulders in long, straight layers. Her faint arm muscles slightly rippled in the darkness; all from her regular spans of climbing. She was at peace up there in the rooftops, by herself. The problems at home were too much to handle; her mother drank too much and her little brother liked to rebel.

Priscilla rebelled too, in her own little way. She escaped the life at home down in the Hydra's District and came up to the skyscrapers. Closer to the flashing lights and closer to the riches of the corporate world. Priscilla wanted to cheat her way up sometimes, to where the money and the work was but she had accepted long ago that she belonged in the lower districts; in the darkness. "That's the last one," she said, dropping a little stone down the edge.

She stood up and took a casual glance down the side. A high fever took over her mind; adrenaline. Not so long ago, she was back home with no where to go and bound by rules. All that had changed when she finally found her voice and the will to break free, to not care. When Priscilla's father passed away, her family was thrown out of balance. The only income earning person in their family had gone and whatever was left over ended up getting spent for her mother's foolish reasons.

However, this was all well before Priscilla had met the charming Ash Cemetary. With Ash's aid, she had found her father's will and the hidden will money. Along the way, the pair had discovered some relics. Historical works of art made by Priscilla's father before his death, and worth a lot. Her family had always had a talent for art which usually never found the spotlight. From what her father had told her, there was once a time when the Demond family commissioned strategical and political works for the high powers of the Golden City.

Now her family ran a lower district antique store - The Fool and Chariot Antiques. They weren't getting the full worth of their paintings but for now, the money was keeping the household going. There was a very light tap of footsteps behind her, almost like the wind but not quite. A hostile figure it seemed. "You ready to die?" it said.

Priscilla turned around to face the intruder of her silence. It was a boy with red eyes hot like burning embers and funky black hair.

Slowly, Priscilla took in more of the invading figure and the more she looked, the more she felt drawn to her enemy. He wore a spiked collar around the neck and a dark leather jcket that just screamed cool. There were a couple of piercings on his lip and Priscilla felt urged to tug on them but she restrained herself. "I did not come here to die," she called to him.

She could see his eyes squinting as he calculated her.

"You're shaking as much as the leaves down below," he said.

Priscilla held her arms close to her chest. She could see that they were shaking but she was sure it was because of the cold. A pink tinge coloured her cheeks and she peered at the stranger from behind her thick lashes. "I'm not scared," she said, stepping towards him, "I'm just really cold."

As much as Priscilla admired the boy in front of her, she couldn't help but think of Ash and how much he would come in handy for defending her right now.

In the short time that they had been together, the two had grown very close and now Priscilla shared all her secrets, fears and deepest desires with him. An unexpected turn had come in their relationship. Once Priscilla began running away from home and spending time with him, Ash had declared his love for her. He told her of his hopes and dreams of a life with her. Although she didn't return his feelings, Ash parted from her with a promise that he would always look out for her and that he was free whenever she needed him.