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

Chapter 3

Zaideen's POV:
I gasped away, everything in my head burning and throbbing. I could hear my heartbeat in my pulsing, burning ears. My mouth was dry and everything hurts. I was wondering how drunk I got last night. Is this a hangover? This seems like the perfect aftermath of a hangover from a dance club, or maybe I'm just in the middle of a hangover. I remember dancing with Pearla, I remember a cute guy at the bar, and I remember looking at my watch to see it was past midnight. I also remember three White Russians, and only three; not to mention I watched the bartender make the drinks myself. No way he drugged me. But I don't think that would get me that drunk. Even if it did, I doubt it would have gotten me this hungover. I expected a minor headache and some pain, but this? This felt like I went five round with Mike Tyson then got hit by a bus.

I forced myself off, what looked like under Pearla's top-bunk only bed. Was I too drunk to even crawl up my latter? Good idea. Pearla and I have different ideas for beds. She prefers comfort, I prefer to study; that's why I have a desk and all my study tools under my bed. I slowly rose from the sofa and rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to my feet. With a slight waddle, I support myself off the side of the bed and groaned out in pain. Never. Drinking. Again. Slowly standing up, I walked to my desk under my bed.

My mirror was not kind; it was brutally honest. My makeup was smudge, I had a white line down my face, bloodshot eyes, and my chest, it felt like there was a hole in it. It was a burning, gaping hole in my chest like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, then pour rubbing alcohol on My body was weak, but I was still able to pull my shirt up over my head, but I got lost in the lace. What should be a simple take of took me a minute after getting lost. This drunken, dizzy state is gonna be a pain in the ass, but I have no choice. This is what I get for going to a party ran by Pearla. Next year, I'm handcuffing myself to something, superglue my ass to the wall, lock myself in the bathroom and hide in the vents; anything to make me stay.

Finally, the fabric fell to the floor, and I was in shock at what I saw. In the bridge between my breast was a tattoo. It was cream or vanilla colored ink. It's a dragon, a dragon with its tail wrapped in a trinity Celtic knot. I touched it, it didn't burn like a fresh tattoo and there was no plastic to protect myself from it. Holy shit; I got a tattoo. This is bad on a number of levels. My moms gonna kill me, my dad turned over in his grave, Pearla's gonna laugh her ass off, and my brother is gonna want to get one like it. I remember that burn when I got an anchor tattoo on the side of my right wrist.

It almost looked like a birthmark, but that's impossible. I've never had a birthmark there, and even if I did, it wouldn't look like a perfect dragon or grow like this overnight. Not to mention it's white. I tried scrubbing it, thinking it's a temporary tattoo, maybe henna. It wouldn't come off. Backing away from the desk mirror, I turn around, only to collapse to the ground. I was still weak. Very weak. I try to force myself up from the ground, and when I put pressure on the coffee table and I accidentally start shattered it to pieces.

I look down at my hands in shock. Sure I can take on a 5k marathon and I work out a little bit, but there was no way I could do that. Why in the name of all that is holy was I so strong? Why is this tattoo on my chest? What does this symbol mean? What happened to me last night? I went to rub my wrist, touching my tattoo, only to realize; my watch is missing. My fathers watch; the one I salvaged. Where is it? Damn, more questions than answers! Feels like a bad part of a mystery novel.

Antonio's POV:
I stare. All I could do is stare. Laying on top of my coffin, I just stare at the watch. The watch I accidentally slid from Zaideens watch. It smelled like a rich blend of rose, lily, tuberose, and orange flower. I remember this smell; it's a perfume called Beautiful; know as a romantic, feminine scent.
I closed my eyes, trying to figure out so many things in my head. The watch would be a good excuse to see her again, except I have no idea where she is. I didn't get an address or a phone number, nothing. I slowly open my eyes and gasped at the sight of my sister sitting on top of me.

"Caitlyn, you scared the shit out of me!" She tilted her head in confusion, staring down at me with her red eyes. I was confused. "Can I help you?" For only a few moments, she stared at me with a passionate gaze, as if trying to search my eyes for something. Answers? Any type of emotion? Then she looked at the watch in my hands.

"Did you find her again?" I looked at he confused. She then leans in closer, our noses touching as she placed a hand on my heart. "Did you find her again? Do they look alike?" I didn't know how to answer. There was no way she knew about the past. "Well, I advise caution brother dear." She crawled off me and walked away. I love my sister, I really do. It's just that she can act a bit... unusual? Crazy? Inappropriate? Childish? All of the above? Yeah, all of the above will do.

I look at my friend Mika, be sister, my young brother; Gabriel, I had to see her again. My parents were out on a hunt and won't be back for another few hours. Slowly sitting up, I prepared to go to the club and find the mystery woman. I didn't need to find her, I want to. I just wanted to see her again and talk to her.

Pearla's POV:
I was coming back from shopping. I had to get some important items as I prepare to break some pretty big news to Zaideen. Unlocking the door, I saw a hole in the wall and a shattered coffee table. I called out my friends name, praying she was still in the dorm. Going out in her condition; it would be a big mistake. Right now, she is so unstable and scared.

With my bag on the floor, I hear the sound of the shower running. Slowly and cautiously opening the door, I saw my friend, holding herself in the running shower as she cried. Her hands were white from how tight she was holding her fist; tight enough to make her palms bleed. I was in shock at her

"Oh, Zaideen." I exhaled in pity; she looked so scared and even; dare I say; a little broken. I grab a towel from the closet and turn the water off. This is such a sad sight. My friend is usually the strongest person I know, and there she was; curled up on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth as her walks bled."Come on, let's get you dried off." She was shaking, trembling in my arms as I sat her on the couch. I wanted to take care of her, help her through this shit.

"What's happening to me? I can hear... everything. I'm strong; stronger than a girl should, or a human for that matter. And this!" She opened her towel to show off her chest tattoo. I know what that symbol means. She begged for answers as she rested her head on her knees. Seeing her so dejected, so melancholy and scared; I knew it was time. I'm sure last night; the fear took over and she wanted to understand it all. Ever so gently; I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"I know what's wrong with you." She looked up to me. I know to tell her this will make her mind wander, shatter everything she knew about this world. Gently touching my seashell necklace that wrapped around my neck; my eyes then glowed, the blue shined like the ocean, thin strands of my hair turn purple, pink, and white. She dropped the towel and backed away from me in shock.

"Let's just say, the world is not what it seems," I say, as a pair of glossy fairy wings colored turquoise, sea green, and pink. It's gonna be a lot to explain, but I have to do it. Not only is it my duty as a friend, but it's also my job to tell her about the destiny that is to come. And one thing for sure; she is not gonna like it.