Reborn in Flames– Chapter One
Okay. First of all, I thought I should point out that I will be rewriting and continuing this story for XXluvyaforevaXX
Mkay? I know it was originally titled "Just the One", but I figured this name suits it best. I also realize it was M rated. Now, idk why, as there were no lemons. Perhaps I may do a small citrus, but that would be it. Sorry, I don't believe I should write a lemon just yet. I will try to stick to the little plot that was there, but anywho, enjoy!
~~~Lucy's POV~~~
I walked through the hallways of our manor, skipping merrily as I hummed a random tune that happened to pop into my brain. It was a warm, summer's day, the sun's rays lightly streaming through the windows.
'It's my birthday!' I internally screamed, giggling. I would be turning 13 today! This birthday was special for me, though, because my father would be there!
My mother had once told me that my father was very famous and traveled a lot, so he was never home. I hardly knew what he looked like, other than the photos Mother kept on her nightstand of him. He looked a lot like I did: His hair was a slightly darker blonde than mine and he had bright blue eyes, but my eyes were quite odd. They were an emerald green with a deep red at the bottom; vibrant in every way, much like the eyes of the black bird we keep in the foyer.
It had sleek black feathers, and it never made a sound other than the ruffling of its wings. It would stare at me when I entered the room until I left. It had always made me uneasy, but hey, it was probably the creepy way it stared motionlessly at me with its completely crimson eyes!
I continued down the hallway, jumping and skipping to the point where the maids gave me odd looks. I didn't care if I was immature—I loved to dance! Even though I was rarely allowed to dance as freely as I wished, as my mother said it was "Improper for a lady", I still did anyways.
I leapt to my mother's study, giggling as I thought of how I would surprise her with the news of my father's coming. I knocked on the door, trying to sound like one of the maids instead of the loud bang I usually did.
No response. I knocked again.
No response.
'I'll bet Mom fell asleep while working!' I thought, oblivious to what lay beyond the door. I pushed open the door, giggling softly as I walked inside.
That was odd. The light was off! I quickly tip-toed over to the switch on the wall before flicking it upwards silently, trying not to wake her as I turned slowly around.
I only wished I never came in that room.
My mother lay on the ground, her blood the color of the red wine she loved pooling around her dark brown hair, turning it a sticky red color. Her once bright hazel eyes were now dull, her face etched in a mask of horror as bloody tears rained down her cheek.
I felt tears wet my cheeks, hoping this dream would end; except I knew this was not a dream at all. I walked over to her side numbly, picking up her hand that quickly slid out of my grasp, her skin like a river during winter.
I stared at her hand, grasping the ring and necklace she never took off before putting them on.
"Come on, mother… stop playing! This isn't funny! Look, you got your jewelry… all… dirty…" I said, tears running down my face as I stared at the two things that I had left of my mother who lay at my knees as I came to the realization she would never come back.
"NOOOOOO!" I screamed, tears spilling from my eyes as I buried my head on her chest, wailing as the scent of blood invaded my senses.
When I regained my senses somewhat, I realized that no maids were shuffling in at my scream, nor did anyone hear my wailing. Something was… wrong. The air felt wrong; not only from my mother's death, but more like a premonition that it will get much worse before it gets any better.
I picked up my head and stood, warily going over to the door as I pulled it open. Suddenly, fire cascaded into the room in a burst, filling the air with smoke before I ran.
My feet slammed against the pavement as I yelled for help, the flames licking at my skin and clothes as my once fair skin turned black with soot.
I fell, my lungs feeling like they were going to burst as I let out one more final, choking sob as I waited for death to come and claim me, the grief of losing my mother choking me with the smoke I inhaled.
All of a sudden, I saw a silhouette in the midst of the flames of a man who appeared to be walking towards me, a boy around my age close behind him, looking for any people who remained in the flames.
As the man came closer, I realized he didn't know I was here. I let out a feeble whimper, barely more than a whisper as his head shot up to look at me.
"Young Master, come look at this." He said with a deep, low voice. As he got closer, I realized his eyes were much like the crimson ones of the bird in our foyer.
"What the hell is it, Sebastian, I'm sure nobody else is here, so let's go bac—"He abruptly stopped as he got a good look at me, soaked in my mother's blood.
"What in the bloody hell happened?!" He said, but at that moment, my vision began to swim before I passed out into oblivion.
Did you guys like it? I know, it's kind of short, hopefully the next chapter will be longer. I just got a new puppy, so sorry if I don't update as much!
~Stormie~