Descended in Darkness

Chapter 8:

Screana parked in her sloted spot of the mansion and slid out of the drivers side. She pulled at the itchy sweater Nanny had let her borrow before walking to the front doors. Screana pushed them open and all was silent as the eyes of many drew to her. No doubt they knew that she had went against Malcolm's wishes. Most would find that as a disgrace but due to her political ladder and the fact that in just a few months time she would indeed be higher then Malcom and ruling over them; they kept their mouths shut and their gazes to the ground. Huffing she made her way to the armery only to be stopped by Kiera. Kiera could be classified as the exact opposite of Screana. She was not a hunter even though she was born from the lienage and even trained, in fact she was the exact opposite. She was prim and proper and always classy. Kiera was everything the elders wanted Screana to be. From her thick curly Auburn hair to her slim body with as male hunters would confess had breasts that would make you fall to your knees. Screana would not hesisate to admit that Kiera annoyed her to high heavens. With her squeky voice and need to have power over the coven. Her jealousy for wanting Malcolm was also suffacating to screana and made her stomach lurch to let her insides be seen by the public bystanders.

" hey there S, I hear you pissed  off poor Malcolm again ? You better watch out someone might steal that hunk right from under your feet. Anywho  Malcolm says I'm to get you dressed for a meeting with one of the elders. He wants you to be elegant. So let's chop chop before another decides to take your place." Kiera said examining her french tipped nails like they where a piece of gold. Screana scrunched her nose at Kiera, her comments, and the thought of her dressing her up.

" Kiera I am perfectly fine with dressing myself as I have been for almost 18 years of my life and as far as I'm concerned of for Malcolm he can shove it."

" Well Malcolm doesn't believe so and you don't have good taste for this sort of gathering" Kiera replied bluntly as she switched legs to lean on.

" Ok Kiera I dont-" Kiera rolling her eyes and trying to keep Malcom on her good side grabbed screana's  hand and began to walk down the hallway.

" you won't be wearing any of your clothing due to the fact you have nothing presentable whatsoever despite your unlimited amount of money . So You can borrow a dress of mine but if you damage it I'm going to slap you"

Screana glared at Kiera and began to open her mouth.

" shut up and try this on I still have to do something with that rats ass of hair and your icy face."  Screana grabbed the dress forcefully before giving Kiera a smile that told her to back off. Sliding into Kiera's  bathroom she breathed out a sigh to regain her conposure. Kiera was nothing important and no threat to her throne. She did not find her as a threat at all but instead a pestering fly. Most would have backhanded her by now but Screana was taught as a royal you would come across people who would hate you and to show them nothing but kindness. She followed that rule for every hunter except for Malcom that is. Griping back her sanity she  looked down at the dress before her. The dress was modest for Kiera. It was black which was the traditional hunter color. It was made of lace and would cling to Screana's body without showing to many curves. The dress was slim and ran down to the floor the color shifting to a lovely light purple at the end of the skirt to which was bunched up slightly. It was lovely and screana would admit that. Tieing her hair back she threw the itchy clothes of her body and slipped on the glorious lace and silk before staring at herself in the mirror. Her long black wavy hair contrasted brightly against her pale skin tone and her dark black eyes that  looked like orbs where lined with dark eyelashes. Screana almost was in awe of herself as how she cloud become to look like a lady with just a dress.

" S get your ass out here I'm ready to do your hair and makeup"

Shaking herself out of a daze, Screana headed back out to be confronted with Kiera who gave her a once over and scrunched her nose in disgust before telling  her the dress would have to do because nothing else would fit her.  Pushing screana down Kiera began working on her hair and makeup. When she was down me screana's dark hair was up in a curled bun with a curled strand framing each side of her face. Her makeup was light except for her eyeliner to which she gave a fuller look. To say Screana was surprised at how nicely kiera had done was an understatement.