Their house had been all over the news, in the press, and social media. How Lillian and Avoirex Leontine had been attacked with Glycando bullets after hours. How their two daughters had escaped. How their Oracle company was going to collapse without the wonderful mind of her stepfather. Scarlett thought about how she and Liveria was going to have to take over their parent’s company. The press a way of twisting their words, too. Scarlett thought.
She’d read a false story about how it was rumored that her stepfather had something to do with the fire, and how he’d been abusing Scarlett’s stepmother and the two daughters were too afraid to say anything. There was another story stating that her mother was mentally unstable, and drove herself to suicide, but didn’t mean to hurt her daughters. The stories were endless, and so were the possibilities. Not even Scarlett knew why they were being attacked randomly, or why her father’s Oracle was discontinued.
Scarlett picked up the clear device that her Oracle was, and peered at all the missed text messages that she’d received from Saytrix Arlenhallow, besides the thousands of other messages she’d also received from random people who claimed they’d known her. She’d become an overnight one-minute celebrity, with all the drama and stories about the fire and her parents that had been popping up. She didn’t care about any of the fame or the attention. She missed the feeling of somebody loving her, in a parental way. Somebody watching over her, checking up on her. She felt as if she took it for granted. But suddenly, her and Silas in the bathroom the other night had crept into her thoughts. She looked over Saytrix’s texts and frowned. She’d decided that she needed to cut communications with Saytrix. If he didn’t want to believe what was right in front of him, neither was she. How she longed to speak with him, to discover if they truly were related, but, however, the motivation was gone. With her mother dead and her father absent, just like her real birth parents; she’d felt alienated.
Before, she had the luxury of being able to be bored, she had the delicacy of being able to have time to solve an important mystery, to dig up the past. She still had the desire to want to know the past, or about Saytrix, but she couldn’t. She had bigger things to worry about. More things. She needed to take care of Liveria. She didn’t have the time to worry about something that didn’t want to be found. As she pulled off her training jacket, the noise of the speaker filled her ears. There was an announcement.
“Greetings, fellow Shylack Vampric Academy students. As you all may know, if you are in our Vampric Soldier program, you were tested harshly the other day to be recruited to train at the fairy kingdom of Endlyasha. This is an extraordinary opportunity for your future Vampric soldier career. Today, we have received the results. We have chosen twenty-four of our amazingly wonderful Vampric students to take upon this acquisition. Number one. Orion Klarelenshaze…”
If Scarlett had a heart, it would have been burning with passion as rapid as fire. Her nerves were on edge. She didn’t know that she could want something so badly, in her entire undead life. The reason she woke up in the morning and practiced as hard as she did, and fought as perfectly as she did, was because she wanted to be a soldier. To be in a position like that meant everything for her.
She played with her fingernails rushingly, as she waited to hear her name. She bit the insides of her dry cheek, her eyes blinked rapidly, as she brought her legs up to her chest. “Number twenty-three. Leona Kaliya Christable.” Scarlett began to lose hope, her shoulders dropped, the feeling of desperation and regret plagued her soul as she already knew that she was not going to be in. She didn’t understand. She passed. She thought about Lucian’s words.
Out of all honesty, how could she not have gotten in? She then proceeded to stand up, and turned her back to open the door to go back into the black box. She needed to cope more.
As her brown hand reached the cold metal of the silver handle, and her feet were about to enter back into the casualties of her catastrophic thoughts, she’d heard four words that made her heart sing. Hope fulfilled her entire body again, and she stood in temporary shock. “Scarletta Lenotine. Number Twenty-four. If you have been recruited and assigned a number, please report to the K building, room nine hundred seventy-five, for further information. Thank you.”
Chapter|Nine
Scarlett rushed to the K building in an abrupt motion.
She knew it in her heart that she was a great soldier, it was in her gut that she knew that she was even going to get in, in the first place. But why? It was the lingering question that was in the back of her mind. Why were they recruiting random young Vampric soldiers in training? Why not go to the Vampric Kingdom and request twenty-four knights. Scarlett wondered if there was a war going on that the public wasn’t aware of yet. Impala was an isolationist country. So that didn’t make any sense.
About two hundred years ago, Impala signed a peace treaty with the country of
