Silas looked to the floor, and then back up at her. Scarlet placed her hair in a low bun away from her face and wrapped the towel tightly against her body. Even when apart, she felt his hands on her. Treating her as if she were a flower; delicately. She’d never been held the way that Silas held her in that moment. The way that he looked at her. The words he’d said to her. She gazed at herself in the mirror and licked her fangs.
Tension. Tension is what she felt when he looked at her. When she looked at him. When they gazed at each other. She wanted him again. Her body longed to be on top of his, with his lips caressing her spine. How their souls clashed.
“S-silas, you should go,” Scarlett said, as she played with her necklace, and eventually her locket. She stared at the thing. Oh, many nightmares it had caused. Half of her wondered if she were in a nightmare. Another half of her wanted to be in one. A perfect one. In a world where everything was okay, and nothing was complicated. A world where everything was normal. Perhaps, her nightmares seemed a lot more like dreams. But dreams, she’d assumed, were supposed to be anything other than mundane. Ordinary. Her and Silas were exactly that. A perfect nightmare.
“Don’t do this, Scar. Don’t run.”
“Just leave.” She said.
Silas looked as if he wanted to say so much. But his mouth had rested into a flat line. He didn’t say another word, as he stormed out of the bathroom and slammed the door.
Chapter|Eight
The day was a bitter blur for Scarlett.
A mixture of unplanned sorrows, and mental breakdowns. She hadn’t felt the feeling of abandonment since before she’d gotten adopted. Sure, she had a stepsister. But there was something about not having a parent to watch over you, to give you love. She missed her adopted parents dearly, almost as much as she longed for her birth parents. She’d never felt so alone in her entire life, so unstable. Her mind went to Silas. What she thought she felt for him grew into something else, and it terrified her. She thought of her sister. Taking care of Liveria, being a second mother to her. They were three years apart. She didn’t know if she could handle the mental aspects of it all. Morgen and Rovert Drovanagus were more than happy to accept Scarlett and Liveria to stay with them at their home, they were like family to them. But it was different. She barely knew herself. It was one thing to know who you wanted to be, but it was an entirely different concept to be so lost within yourself, that you didn’t even recognize your reflection anymore.
She clung onto the fact that she was a Vampress. It was the only thing that gave her stability. She knew she was a Vampress. It wasn’t something that anybody could ever take away from her. She couldn’t have been an Undetermined.
She was silent, in every one of her classes. The only thing that gave her adrenaline and pleasure, was the sharp clang of the shimmering black Kilantra blade in which slapped the target in a styled and manicured imperfectly perfect-like fashion.
Silas wasn’t with her at that hour. That was one thing she disliked about him. That was one thing she disliked about everyone. Nobody liked combat and fighting and weapons as much as she seemed to. Silas was in the program with her, but she valued and respected it more. She liked it. It wasn’t just an elective for her. He hadn’t spoken to her briefly ever since the night before. It bothered her, but she pushed it away.
Her shoulders were back, her chin up, as she lifted a Nadiance sword up over her head swiftly, and twisted it, as if she were in combat. Nadiance swords were the types of weapons you were supposed to only use as if you were in battle. The blade was thin and curved sharply at the ends. Designed to kill. The weapon was founded in the Wizardlands.
She was inside of the black box. It was an elite training room that was only for the advanced. Fighting was a release for her, it gave her mind time to think about everything that happened to her the night before. She didn’t know what to do with her emotions, so they all had split out when she was practicing. It was a much better alternative than drug usage.
The lights that had shined onto the black metallic walls inside of the room. To Scarlett, they were like her emotions that erupted out from her soul, as they finally stopped radiating from within her mind. She didn’t realize the tears that’d come from her eyes until she accidentally brought a Kilantra blade too close to her face and sharply grazed the delicate skin of her cheek. It hurt her, but at least she’d felt something other than sadness, or remorse. She blinked twice and dropped the sword to the ground.
She then sauntered over to where the exit was, and pushed open the door. The skin of her cheek began stitching itself back together, as it healed itself. She shut the door to the black box number fifty-three, and sank to a seated position against the torch-lit wall of the hallway. There were other Vampric students that’d passed her by, along with teachers and important people of the education board, but she didn’t see them, she didn’t care.
All she could think about was her step-parents. She’d tried to contact her stepfather, but it’d give the same message. ‘Error. Oracle Device has been discontinued.’ She’d figured he’d been murdered too. But why? It wasn’t going to be long until her mother’s friends would ask
