Prologue
"Quick, shut the door!"
"Any teachers coming?"
"No, get over here quick."
"Get the lights!"
The four girls huddled in the dark bathroom in front of the mirror. Musty light streamed in though the grimy windows above the door.
"Ready?" One of the girls asked. The others burst into fits of giggles causing the first to slap and hush them back into quiet. "Come on guys, be serious!"
"Sorry, Janine!" one of her friends responded with a shrill laugh. All four took a deep breath before clasping their hands together. Closing their eyes, they began to chant:
"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…" After the third repeat, they fell silent, waiting. One of the more nervous girls gripped her friends' hands tighter. "Ow! Emmy, let go!" Several moments passed. Emmy's trembling grew more violent the longer they stood. Her eyes were squeezed shut and sweat was beading along her brow. The dirty sunlight reflected in the mirror, casting odd shadows along the foul floor. Another of the girls peeked an eye open. She watched a particle of dust drift through a sunbeam.
Nothing happened.
"Well that was fun," Janine scoffed. She let go and turned to switch the light back on. It flicked on with a stutter. Emmy let out a squeak. "What a complete waste of time." With disappointed sighs, they followed her out the bathroom.
"Oh dear, shameful how I missed such a great opportunity…" The lady watched the four girls tramp out of the bathroom through an ornate floor length mirror positioned in front of her. The sounds of their disgruntled voices warbled out of it, echoing in her clean bathroom. The woman shifted in the tub, splashing a bit of red onto it. She frowned at the speck. "Be a dear and wipe that up please, love?" A tall man dressed in a burgundy suit briskly stepped forward and cleaned it off before returning to his spot beside the door.
"They were so excited to see me…and such young souls, too." Exhaling slowly, she sunk lower into the tub, letting the red just graze the bottom of her chin. "But I've had enough for today…" She twirled a finger in the liquid, watching the ripples spread until they hit her milky skin. "Fetch me a towel, love."
She stood up in the tub. The butler offered his hand, which she used to lightly step onto the pristine white tile, rivulets of red running down her legs. He unfurled the clean towel folded over his arm and draped it across her shoulders. "Do take care to catch all the red," she ordered. She moved toward the bathroom door. "You know how I hate bloodstains."
"Yes, Lady Mary."
Author's note: Hi there! Thanks for reading! I know there's no Soul Eater Characters in here yet, but this is just the prologue. I promise they'll come in the next chapter!
First published fanfiction ever! Phew! Can you tell? Feel free to rate and review; it'll be much appreciated. If you have questions/comments/concerns don't be afraid to tell me! Constructive criticism is welcomed! (There are too many exclamation points in these sentences…can you tell I'm nervous…? ^_^* )
