“Feel as if you don’t belong? Almost, out of place?” He’d interrupted. She nodded with a chuckle that created dimples at the corners of her mouth.
It was genuine laughter, she thought, as her eyes had lifted from her hands. She knitted her eyebrows together, unaware of why she'd even laughed in the first place. “Yeah. Out of place.” She mumbled. “You know it's…” She began to say, but cut herself off as something caught her eye. Suddenly, the faint flicker of a golden glow, coming from the boy’s throat, caught her eyes. It looked like a familiar glow, one she’d seen before. For, it was the glow of a chain. But she perked up. Her eyebrows went together. “Where did you get that?”
“I, too, am adopted.” He said, as he slightly tugged down on the collar of his expensive shirt, and brought out the necklace. He grinned. “This was given to me when I was younger. Endlaysha sure was much better then.” He’d told her. There was a sense of glimmer in his eyes. Wonder. Scarlett had heard of Endlaysha a long time ago, but never desired to visit. It was a city in the land of the Fey. Where the rich and royal lived.
Abruptly, she decided to finally look up at the mysterious boy. When she did, her lips were almost immobile. Although he basically claimed that he was a royal of some sort, and she’d never seen him before, something was off. He looked so familiar. His shortly cut hair was dark, and in waves, the frame of his face complimented the hollows of his cheeks. His eyes were of warm, hot, viridescent green. The tone of his skin like butterscotch. Most Fey creatures were unquestionably beautiful, but he looked different. Like a familiar difference.
She shook her head, and bit her lip. Her fingers reached into her jacket, where her own locket remained.“Take it back out. Your locket.” She spoke, rushingly as her hand touched her throat absently.
“But...”
She avoided eye contact. “Just take it out, okay?” She exclaimed. The boy sighed with a hidden smirk and raised brows. He’d brought out the golden locket and clicked it open.
She then took the locket from his grasp in a quick, Vampiric-like fashion, and placed it right beside her own. Together, their photographs completed each other. The boy gasped, and if Scarlett had breath, she would have, too. On his half, there was a young man. He looked no older than the two of them. He was tall, his body lean with slight muscularity here and there. He held the hand of the woman in Scarlett’s half.
On Scarlett’s side was the photograph of the same woman. The same woman that had secretly haunted her for years. Gold-skinned, with a head full of black curls. The pale dress she wore fell loosely against her limp body, and exposed her collarbones, with a set of olive eyes. Scarlett didn’t know who she was. She’d only made assumptions of who the woman could have been. But they were holding hands. There was something about the way the young boy looked at her in the picture. It was a feeling Scarlett envied.
She slowly slid her necklace from beside her own, and placed it back in her jacket pocket. She crossed her arms. “This is weird...” She trailed off. “Impossible.”
“Indeed.” The boy spoke, with a raised brow. And for the first time, he drank his drink and threw his head back. “What’s this mean?”
She looked up at him and bounced her leg. She wore a confused expression, as her eyebrows were knitted together, and her arms held each other. Scarlett licked her fang. “Who are you?” She asked.
Their eyes were inseparable. “Saytrix. Saytrix Arlenhallow.” He muttered.
“Scarlett?” A familiar voice spoke. When she broke eye contact with Saytrix, and was met with the presence of the boy she was expecting, she tensed. Her brain suddenly remembered vividly the small moment that happened between them. They needed to talk. Abruptly. Silas folded his arms. The dark red of his hair was tied in a knot to the back of his head, as red lights from the bar illuminated off of his brown skin. Satrix stood up. He was significantly shorter than the Vampric boy.
Silas was dressed in distressed denim pants, and a rough grey flannel underneath a dark ripped jacket that exposed his neck. His hands were decorated with training gloves. He glanced at Saytrix. “What’s with the Fey creature?” He questioned, with his eyes absently looking at the way Liveria’s clothing had shaped Scarlett’s figure. He locked his jaw, and quickly looked away from her. “Nice dress.”
She flinched, and pressed a hand to her forehead. “This really, isn’t what it looks like.” She managed, as the girl then rested her hand onto Saytrix’s shoulder as she glanced from him to her best friend. How would she explain this?
But suddenly, she felt heat rise to her fingertips, an unfamiliar sensation that opened a can of wild emotions. She heard the Fairy boy shriek, as the touch of Scarlett’s hand to Saytrix’s shoulder had created a warm eruption of fire. And it took no time to travel.
The flames had risen like the shadows of monsters creeping around a child ready to haunt them. Silas took his best friend's hand and motioned her in fear for an exit. Saytrix coughed, as he tried to follow. They’d gazed up to the ceiling, as it tore the wood of the walls, and melted the stained glass of the windows. Saytrix shot Scarlett a terrified glance as he tried to catch up with them. There was a sea of fire that was alive with ghastly, ugly flames. The restaurant wasn’t exactly small.
“We need to get out of here!”
