Huntress Awaken: The Night Series |{|Book 1|}|

Chapter 1

Zara's POV:
The blaring sound of an alarm rang in my ears as I slowly open my eyes. After a few failed tries, my hand finally hit the snooze button, allowing my favorite song to blare in my ears. This allowed me to wake up in for the morning. I felt slightly drowsy and slowly, I rose out of my bed. Looking down; I jumped off my high bunk-bed and lightly cracked my neck.

I hate waking up to these walls; an ugly shade of eggshell that was hiding behind posters of our favorite celebrities and movies, as well as some cute characters and animals. Currently, positioning for a change of color, I wanted to run to the dorm master and lock her in a room with nothing but eggshell colored walls. I just wanted a different color. Beige would be better. Black would be better. My dream is a light blue or even purple color on my walls. It could take weeks, even months before the paint job would be approved; if it was approved. My roommate is still asleep; she never wakes up before eight. She wasn't really a normal morning person. If she could, Pearla wouldn't wake up till way past noon. She was more of a night owl than an early bird. Polar opposites crammed together in a 275 square foot room. We sound like a comedy. As I grabbed my drawstring backpack; I noticed a tiny note pinned to my bag.

"You turn 21 this Saturday Zara. You ain't getting out of the party tonight! -Pearla." I groaned at my friends note. I hate that she's planning a big celebration one day before my birthday. Her parties are so big and wild; I've started to dread June 20th from coming. And these parties; she makes them as if they were my last; loud, wild, crazy, and someone usually ends up with a bad hangover, an embarrassing picture on the internet, or something worse. I walk down the stairs of my dorms common room. I am thankful that the food bar and coffee is open this early. Not a lot of places open at 4:30 in the morning. My job as a dog walker may force me to wake up early, but at least the pay is good. After paying for a breakfast burrito and my morning hot chocolate; I walked out of the dorm.

It's about a quarter to five and my clients expect me to walk their dogs for at least a half hour. I remember when I first came here for college; about two years ago, maybe more for a life as a doctor After the first month, I found a great route that takes me around in less than a half hour; circling it will make it easier for me to stay on track and get them home in time.

I love being a dog-walker; great clients, cuddly animals, and high pay. Today, it felt a little different. There was an itching in my chest and I felt like something bad was about to happen. Something dangerous is coming. For now; I'm only gonna worry about my chemistry and biochemistry test today. God, the classes I have to take in order to become a medical examiner. It may be a gruesome job, but it's something I've wanted to do since I was 16 years old.

As I walked up to the first house on my morning route; pulling out the key and unlocking the door; I felt the itching in my chest turn into a slight burning. Whatever is coming, it has to be something big. And I have a feeling that Pearla is involved in some sick way. Maybe I'm just being paranoid and crazy. But hey; who the hell isn't fucking crazy in the world anymore?

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3rd POV:
Still early morning, the sun still hid off the horizon. A group of people that looked like a family from the 1800s were gathered around. They walked through the hallowed ground; passing tombstones and buried souls. Some covered in the dust of centuries, some reflective and brand new. Suddenly, an angelic woman; looking to be in her late forties; raised her arm and pointed to a mausoleum. A black, granite burial place that was big enough to hold at least a dozen caskets and bodies

The father of the group walked up, pulling the door open for his family to enter. It was covered in dust, spiderwebs, and small bugs that like to feast on the flesh of the deceased.