A/N: Hey everyone. This is my first Soul Eater fanfic, so I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, but the OCs and plot are mine.
Prologue
Laughter filled the large ballroom. Classical music notes, created by a grand piano, were present in the room along with voices from the men and women dressed in fancy attires socialized among one another.
One social butterfly stood out from the rest. Her orange hair gathered together in a sophsitcated bun. Vibrant green eyes scanned the room looking for someone. The woman's thin glossy lips turned upwards in a smile.
"I appreciate the invitation to this lovely event, Mr. Woodsworth." she told an older man. "Although work related, it was a great time to get to know our fellow co-workers."
She folded her left arm over her torso and tucked her hand under her right elbow, which held a wine glass in its hand.
Mr. Woodsworth, a graying older man, had invited his entire company for an evening out together to present a new edition to his business. He smiled at the much younger woman. Wrinkles around his mouth showed that this action was not foreign to him. As a grandfather of three, it made a lot of sense.
"Of course Marissa." he replied. "You are very important part of my company, and I thank you for that."
Untucking her left arm, Marissa used her hand to place a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it with surprise. The ground had just slightly shook causing her wine glass to vibrate and the red liquid splashing out of its container and onto the wooden floor. She looked down at the drop of wine on the ground.
"Did you feel that, Mr. Woodsworth?" she asked him.
He nodded solemnly, and his smile had disappeared.
"It was probably just a minor earthquake." he reassured her. "Nothing to worry about."
He frowned. The older man was not only trying to convince his subordinate that it was safe, but himself as well. They were in Death City, Nevada. There were no fault lines, that he knew of, anywhere near the city. Maybe there was a large earthquake in California, and they had felt some of it in Nevada. It was plausible. Those Califorians were expecting a big one to happen soon. In his head, he made a mental note to check the news when he got home.
"I sure hope so." the woman answered reluctantly as if she did not believe him.
The ground shook again, but much harder this time.
"Aftershocks perhaps?" Mr. Woodsworth suggested hopefully.
This assumption was unforunately proved wrong. The next shake was so hard that it had thrown people off of their feet. Marissa and Mr. Woodsworth had managed to stay standing up by holding onto the heavy tables.
When the shaking had subsided, the man turned toward his female companion.
"Excuse me." he told her. "I need to speak to my personal assistant."
He turned his back to her and started to walk away. The man didn't get very far.
"Mr. Woodsworth?" Marissa called out to him with fear creeping into her voice. She dropped her wine glass with shock. While she took a couple of steps back, she stumbled on her heels and fell on her bottom. Using a shaking arm, the young woman pointed to something in front of her. "Is that supposed to be apart of the event?"
He turned around and looked in the direction of her finger. His jaw dropped.
"What in the world is that thing?" he asked.
The greying man turned around to run away, but he felt something grab his ankle and pull him down.
Screams rang out into the night replacing the laughter that had just been present a few moments before.
The next morning, the authories arrived on reports of family members and friends not returning home the previous night. When they investigated the ballroom, all they found inside was a broken wine glass.
A/N: Yeah, it was a bit short, but it's only the prologue. The chapters will be much longer.
What do you think? Review please. ^^