Warrior of gold (Sunstreaker )

Ch 1. The beginning

Electra sat in the sunlight. She'd chosen her usual spot on the windowsill, overlooking the street, with a cup of steaming tea and some of her favorite cookies. Chocolate chips had always been her favorite. It was more of a comfort of sorts. Electra reached for a cookie, her thoughts drifting off again. That had always been her problem. 'You're too much of a dreamer, Electra.' Her father had seethed too many times. More than she liked, yet she couldn't deny he hadn't made a fair point. She'd rather curl up on the couch with a book than go out in public and feed that social anxiety. The only reason she had failed to make friends.

Electra sipped her herbal tea and allowed her taste buds to analyze the flavors. A new tea she'd found in the grocery store last night. She always did her groceries when the sky turned dark and not many were out. However, running into a creepy man or group was always possible. That's what it was like living in Braedon, a small town she was sure wasn't even on the map. Tugged away somewhere in Northern Kentucky, That town even existed was a miracle. She hadn't always lived her. Her father came here shortly after her mother died fourteen years ago. She didn't remember much of her time in Los Angeles or her mother for that matter. All Electra knew was that her mother was an actress that never made it to the big screens. It was a shame really. She had played very well in the few movies she had been casted for. Along with her beauty. Long golden hair, bright blue eyes, fair skin and slim figure, Electra was almost a replica.

     Almost. Electra's eyes were gold, and her ears pointed. Much like that of a fae. She'd often concealed it with her long hair. Though, no one looked up anymore or cared for that matter. Everyone in this damned town minded their own business. If not, most of them earned a bullet straight through their skull. Maybe Electra's anxiety had spiked after seeing the first murder in the grocery store's parking lot. Two men fighting over... she couldn't even recall what they were fighting over. It could've been a parking spot, or perhaps one had given a vulgar gesture. All she did remember was the screaming before the sound of a gunshot followed. Then absolute silence. No chirping of birds, no screaming, and even the wind had seemed to stop blowing. The men were lying on the floor in a puddle of blood and brains.

Electra pushed the thoughts from her mind. She didn't allow herself to fall back into the habits of overthinking and sulking. Electra took another sip. She had to show up at work in a small restaurant in half an hour. Tasty Treats. She tried to avoid contact with other people as much as possible. The kitchen was the perfect workspace. It wasn't large. Just enough for two people, she was usually left alone to deal with dinner service, tugged away from curious eyes and stares. It was the one thing she was good at. Cooking. Creating. Mixing her ideas into something physical. People had never complained about her food, so she was sure people liked it.

She finished off drinking her tea and set herself in motion. If she was going to change her clothing now, she'd be late. She took her empty cup and cookies towards the kitchen. The apartment on the second floor was just big enough for two people. The building and interior were vastly outdated. The living room was a quaint space with worn-out linoleum flooring that had lost its shine over the years. The furniture consisted of a threadbare sofa with floral patterns, its once vibrant colors now muted and faded from years of use and exposure to sunlight. An old-fashioned coffee table stood in the center, its wooden surface marked with rings and scratches. But Electra dreaded the kitchen the most. It was separated from the living room by a half-wall adorned with outdated tiles, showcasing a range of appliances. The avocado green refrigerator constantly leaked water, damaging the floor even more. The handles of the cabinets showed signs of rust, emitting a faint scent of aged wood and decades-old use.

Electra had considered moving, but where to go? She certainly wasn't the type of girl to go on an adventure and didn't want to take the risk. She strode into the narrow hallway towards the two small bedrooms and single bathroom.