『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ + •*.』SUNRISE WAS ALMOST YONDER.Henry Garrix and Kairos Finnegan were the first to arrive at the location.The petrichoral air peppered around them with wet dew and needles of late autumn pine falling over their heads. The nighttime was losing its haunted flare. The creeping star was about setting out from the horizon, but lucky for the Alpha Vampire since the trees and steeps of Palisade Hill made a dry comfortable shade over him and the old wooden cabin.A quiet breeze brushed over their hairs with brown leaves swept away elsewhere.A door was kicked open from the inside and Zayne walked out of the cabin to the porch. His blood-stained shirt was filly unbuttoned but he didn't care, the side of his fangs pricked the spongy end of a cigarette. He raised his signature devil grin as soon as he caught the Wizard and Nymph-let Halfling. But faded when he realised his gingerette mate was nowhere in sight. "I don't see her.""Where's Kayley, you bastard?!" Kairos s
『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ + •*.』DWELLERS FROM THE REALM OUT OF TIME ALL KNEEL BEFORE THE WRATH OF THE VAMPIRE KING. The continuously angry clouds enveloped the skies of the malevolent castle, with the aftermath of thunderclaps and blazing storms.The Paradoxical Medieval Realm. Where all the Dark Mythics were exiled from the main timeline. A world trapped forever in the daytime. Leaving all of them to char away by the sun or starve to death without the taste of human flesh and fluid. An ultimate punishment to those who would oppose humanity. Crafted from the last of Merlin's attempt to protect the earth from their bites.Especially from one being in particular."PLEASE! PLEASE, NOOO!" A scream of a young woman echoed in the dead halls. A pair of male Betas yanked her with the shackles of the chains to her arms and legs. She dragged down the elegant red carpets of the castle, adorned in a soft carmine evening dress. Red is the color of royalty amongst Vampires. The most regal and seduc
『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ + •*.』SCARLETT AND ZAYNE LATER ARRIVED BACK AT THE MOTEL.With the outside constantly sprinkling with mid-morning rain, the two Vampires came back as wet as ever. So far, the panorama was left just the way it was. The corpses lying bloodless in the diner and not a single other living soul left.Zayne carried Scarlett up to their room and placed her down on top. Her wet shirt was rinsed away of blood residue by the drizzle, despite water stuck around her ginger red hair, her bloodshot ocean eyes were still distant and distraught. What Zayne told her, made her unsure of herself. Of her control toward her Vampiric tendencies.She massacred a whole family diner. She was never going to live it down."Go clean yourself up first," he said to her, his voice managed to get to her softly. The gingerette kept herself shut and shuffled her towards the small bathroom. She didn't have the sense of running away anymore, if she did - he'd still catch her again. The Alpha expla
『.+* •ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ• *.+』 "So do Fairytales really exist?" THE AGE OF MYTHICAL BEINGS subsisted long before the medieval Renaissance period. As early as 500 years ago, mankind trusted a certain species of The Mythics. Mages. Sorcerers, the magic wielders. Some as wise and powerful as the Great Merlin himself. But as time went on, they began to disappear, one by one. Vanished from the face of the earth. Extinct. Never to be seen or heard of again. No one ever knew whatever happened to the magic users. But long after the Renaissance era came to pass, a few species lived on. Throughout countless cultures inked onto humanity's timeline in history, in all foreign folklores; there have been tragic backlashes, human beings encountered their loved ones, and succumbed to the ever deadly pricks of what they're originally known, as The Dark Mythics. In the earlier stages of society, the Dark Mythics were feared, despised, and marked as outcasts—however, they too hated humanity back. Regarding the
『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴏɴᴇ • *+.』 ~TUESDAY WITH THE POPULATION OF ONLY 46,000, Pastonville was one of the smallest remote settlements in the whole United States. Not a lot of people come around the place, tourism covers mostly 54% of the town's annual income. With gorgeous lakes, woodlands and the best camping spots, 'Pastonville' relied on its mountain forest scenery for the tourism industry. "Alright, final stop; Pastonville!" The bus driver ceased at one stop. One girl docked out of the bus, with large baggage with her, she took them out of the trunk by herself. After getting her stuff out, the bus casually drove off, fuming out smoke from the exhaust without care. The teen violently coughed at the exposure. "Asshole." She cussed under her breath. The red-headed teen looked around the quiet, empty town. Shrouded under the orange leaves of the fall season. She didn't want to be here, but her dad said it was for the best. Now that he remarried and "unfortunately" couldn't take care of her
『.* +• ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴛᴡᴏ• *.+』 ~WEDNESDAY IT WAS PRETTY GREY FOR SEVEN AM in the morning. Scarlett sluggishly awoke from a soft slumber, it was nice having peace and quiet for once. El Paso had the same loudness as any city big as Houston, but just a small fraction of it though. She actually enjoyed it. The birds chirping around was the only good music she could hear out into lake-embedded Pastonville, she couldn't hear that loud party house far downhill, that was an included bonus. "Scarlett, you better get up and eat before you miss your first day." Great, a moment of bliss ruined. The teen groaned from under the pillow in protest. Scarlett didn't want to go to school, hell, she'd rather jump off a—okay that was too graphic for a thought. But she hated school as much as life. She tussled her wild red hair back as she got her head off the pillow. She wasn't prepared to go to school this early, she just left El Paso, and she doesn't like the town at all. But she missed the ambiance, the p
『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ• *+.』 ROOM 384. That was what was plated on the wooden room door. Scarlett stayed behind the principal the entire time after scanning her class schedule. All her lessons were going to be in one classroom, which included Homeroom. But a bit of a relief for her. At least she won't get to see a lot of students in her way. It was situated further away from most other classrooms, in fact—the nearest doors were either just the janitor's closets or just the empty, dead-end corridor of brown tiles. But the question still sticks out on who her classmates were. Were they applied to the same course as her? What kind of course is this? Why would Scarlett be forwarded into this class in the first place? Or was it how the school system worked? Was it a foreign exchange class? Or was it in a grade system form? Were her grades not good enough? But then again, Scarlett always has been a standard C- to B- student, no matter how hard she tried. Garrix swerved open the door, and ju
『.* +• ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ꜰᴏᴜʀ• *.+』 THE DAY CONTINUED AS SOMEWHAT MUNDANE. The Specials Class, however...weren't much the same as what Scarlett had back in El Paso. Professor Ada was going to be her teacher in every lesson. Math, Geography, the Sciences—most of the lessons were basically just minuscule as if the classes didn't actually matter. And they had no P.E. Which was weird because; wasn't Physical Education supposed to be important for each student? But why should she care? Scarlett hated sports with a passion. It was like being homeschooled, except actually being 'at' school. The students in the class though were all a little weird. Danté did reach out and talk to Scarlett for a bit. Mostly he asked what favorite colour she liked. Sapphire was chatty even at a first impression. Fortune was pretty direct that she didn't like her very much. Gadiel and Nicolai weren't much talkative either. Scarlett sighed, looking down at her notebook after writing down notes for the day. The class perio