Majesty Beware

Chapter One 1/2- Vanessa

I could never wake up in the middle of a dream that was heavy like that. It irritates my mother, and though I've tried to explain how I can't seem to help it, it was no use. I might as well as have been talking to Mrs. Floundry, the deaf old lady next door. Desperately I attempt to finish getting ready for school, before I miss the bus. Again.

I finished pulling my hair into an elastic, grabbed a piece of toast on my way past the table, and ran out the front door, hoping against hope that I could catch the bus. It was already driving away as I rounded the corner to the bus stop. As usual, I would have to walk.

"Class dismissed" Mr. Burgundy announced. Everyone started picking up their things and walking out the door. I waited because I knew what he was going to say next. "Except for you Vanessa." I stayed seated, knowing that he was going to walk over, lean down, and lecture me on not getting proper sleep. It tends to happen every few days. As predicted, Mr. Burgundy came over, and exactly the same as last time, said, "Now why were you late to class today?"

"I woke up late this morning." I replied as usual, in my cute girly voice that no one expects from the quiet girl. I wish my voice were just normal.

"Vannessa." , he said sadly, then he put his face in his hand and sighed. His minty breath wafting into my face."How are we going to fix this?

This is exasperating for me. He's not the one who has to wake up and get dressed in less than two minutes every morning, and he has the audacity to be the one who appears to have to struggle with this. But of course, I can't say anything like that. It would be against my nature to show my own problems to others. "It's just hard for me to wake up sometimes. I went to bed early last night even. I'll try harder to get up in the mornings, I promise."

"Fine. You may go." He finally sighed. On second thought, he's probably just as tired of this routine as I am. When I finally got outside, my friend Danny was waiting for me.

We were walking away from the class when I realized I had forgotten my Algebra book in my locker. We were going to be late, so I told him to go ahead and tell the teacher where I was. If only I had asked him to come with me, if only I had met someone else along the way, or if I had just borrowed someone else's book, maybe I wouldn't have been accused of murder.

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I didn't hear him as he was walking up behind me, if I had it wouldn't have made much difference anyways. All I could tell, from his hand, was that he was masculine and that he was young. He was strong enough to lift me from behind without losing his grip on my mouth. The smell caught me off guard, he smelled like something indescribable, manly yet soft, and it was so potent and perfect that it took me a few minutes to process that I was being held against my will.

"Don't worry, and don't move." He whispered. His voice was like velvet; I almost wanted to remain still and not struggle. When I finally started kicking, I also realized that we were not alone in the hallway. I quickly stopped struggling, and looked down on Isaac's dead body. There was a strong sense of Deja Vu as I saw that his corpse was mutilated, I couldn't look for long before feeling the bile coming up my throat. From what I saw, his throat was torn, and you could see a dark red, red everywhere. That's when I noticed a dark figure walking away, all I could see was that they were wearing dark clothing, and when they turned around, I saw their piercing green eyes.

The same eyes, the same body, the same hands holding me, they were all the same ones from my dreams. This day was the turning point, it was the day everything was going to change, and I could tell immediately.

"I will find you again." he whispered in my ear. I had just enough time to become confused, when everything went black.