Welcome to number two of my set. I should let you know, my first story was Stanton's POV, now this one, is going to be Rachel's. I'll inform you of the POV's, I'll be doing: Stanton, Rachel, Serena, Cassandra, and Stanton again. Now first of all, I own none of Lynn Ewing's marvelous characters. I have been known to write a few spoilers, and I'm extremely grateful to those who have read #1, Familiar Love. Now, enough lollygagging around, Get on with it! Oh, Please read at least 1 of the stories by Prtychic_2007!!! She's a wonderful author!!! Really! (We had a deal.) Anyway, Enjoy.
Prologue, A.D. 1239
The little girl ran into the arms of her father, and cried. She snuggled into his armor, and her two brothers joined her. After a quick kiss, her father set her down, and marched proudly home. As she turned to look at the town, a flicker of shadows caught her eye. She gave her family a signal to go on, and walked to the shadow cautiously. Despite her small size and age, she had been trained as a female warrior, just in case she should ever need to fight for her kingdom. She looked into the alley, and sure enough, there was her slender, mystical servant. Her eyes frightened, she said, "Leave! Don't—'' Suddenly, she disappeared. The little girl pondered, but she shrugged it off, and went into the castle.
Chapter 1 Embarrassment
Rachel walked up the grand stair case, and went into the bathroom, then took a hot shower. The water soothed her somewhat aching muscles. She stepped out of the stall, and wrapped herself in a white towel. She grabbed a shorter white towel, and wrapped up her hair. As she walked out of the bathroom, she pulled off the hair towel, and scrunched her hair.
She walked down the stairs to try and find her night gown, and a dark red flush stained her face as she saw the other occupants of the room. Collin Killingsworth was standing in by the chair that Stanton was sitting on, his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a black tee, and khaki's, his hair combed onto either side of his head. He hadn't yet noticed her. It's just as well! Rachel scolded herself, gawking at his handsome face.
"What do you need?" Stanton inquired. "Is Serena here by any chance? She's not at home, or at Planet Bang." "She's at the library." Rachel had meant to sneak by them, but her voice came out of her mouth against her will. "I think I saw her with her with Vanessa." Rachel covered her mouth, and wished the floor would swallow her. They both turned to her. And the blush on her cheeks, spread to everywhere else.
Collin looked at her with surprise. "Why would Serena and Vanessa be at the library?" Rachel was still somewhat cringed up, but she answered. "Serena had research for the UCLA that Vanessa wanted to help with." Strangely, her body relaxed, and she stretched out, the towel going up to her mid-thigh. A slight red color went into Collin's face. She realized what she had done, and she cleared her throat, and ran off.
In the other room, she banged her head against the wall, and groaned at herself. In her entire life, there was only one other time that it was this hard to talk to a guy. And now she hated his dead guts. She still remembered the night Ben had been publicly unfaithful. A tear fell down her cheek. She hated the way it still hurt to think about him. The memory almost instinctively infiltrated her mind, but she shook it out.
She walked into the laundry room, and searched for a nightgown. She sighed. Her towel fell to the floor, and she bent down to pick it up. Her chest pained harder, and she groaned at the ache. Strange. She had been singing at Planet Bang, and Stanton ran off. To follow him, she had to change into shadow. And lately, it had been very painful to transform. Seeing no night gowns, she slipped on a tee and sweats.
She didn't know why it hurt so bad, but so long as it went away, she didn't care. She gave her hair one more scrunch, then dropped the towel into the basket. She slowly walked out, hoping beyond belief that Collin was gone. She looked around the room, and seeing no one, she walked out. The closet door opened in her face, banging her forehead, causing her to land flat on her butt.
"Ow! Damnit!" She gripped her head, and sat up. Collin stood over her. "God! Sorry." He held out a hand for her. She looked at it in fear. She gingerly took it, not wanting to be rude. And as soon as she was up, she blushed, and quickly said, "Sorry. Thank you." Without waiting for anymore disasters, she ran up stairs. "Hey!" She paused, then turned. "Thanks for telling me about Serena." She blinked. "Sure. Goodnight."
She ran to the privacy of her bedroom. Upset with her immature behavior, she sighed. She hit the lights, revealing her room. The carpet was dark green with tiny red flowers. The lights were a few lamps hanging from the ceiling. She had an oak wardrobe, vanity dresser, a personal bathroom, and green silken drapes over big windows. By the queen sized bed, was a night stand. It wasn't entirely without little touches of herself.
The table in the center of the room had a sparkling red tablecloth, and the chairs were fold-out with leather backs and seats. Beside her bed she had a little bookshelf completely filled with books. Hearing a knock, she turned around. "Come in." Stanton looked in, concern in his eyes. "What was that all about?" She looked down. "Just a little embarrassed." He sighed. "Don't be. Goodnight." He said. She read a few pages of her new book, then shut the light off, and slept off her embarrassment. (A/N: Yes, I no, it sux, but it'll get better.)
Prologue, A.D. 1239
The little girl ran into the arms of her father, and cried. She snuggled into his armor, and her two brothers joined her. After a quick kiss, her father set her down, and marched proudly home. As she turned to look at the town, a flicker of shadows caught her eye. She gave her family a signal to go on, and walked to the shadow cautiously. Despite her small size and age, she had been trained as a female warrior, just in case she should ever need to fight for her kingdom. She looked into the alley, and sure enough, there was her slender, mystical servant. Her eyes frightened, she said, "Leave! Don't—'' Suddenly, she disappeared. The little girl pondered, but she shrugged it off, and went into the castle.
Chapter 1 Embarrassment
Rachel walked up the grand stair case, and went into the bathroom, then took a hot shower. The water soothed her somewhat aching muscles. She stepped out of the stall, and wrapped herself in a white towel. She grabbed a shorter white towel, and wrapped up her hair. As she walked out of the bathroom, she pulled off the hair towel, and scrunched her hair.
She walked down the stairs to try and find her night gown, and a dark red flush stained her face as she saw the other occupants of the room. Collin Killingsworth was standing in by the chair that Stanton was sitting on, his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a black tee, and khaki's, his hair combed onto either side of his head. He hadn't yet noticed her. It's just as well! Rachel scolded herself, gawking at his handsome face.
"What do you need?" Stanton inquired. "Is Serena here by any chance? She's not at home, or at Planet Bang." "She's at the library." Rachel had meant to sneak by them, but her voice came out of her mouth against her will. "I think I saw her with her with Vanessa." Rachel covered her mouth, and wished the floor would swallow her. They both turned to her. And the blush on her cheeks, spread to everywhere else.
Collin looked at her with surprise. "Why would Serena and Vanessa be at the library?" Rachel was still somewhat cringed up, but she answered. "Serena had research for the UCLA that Vanessa wanted to help with." Strangely, her body relaxed, and she stretched out, the towel going up to her mid-thigh. A slight red color went into Collin's face. She realized what she had done, and she cleared her throat, and ran off.
In the other room, she banged her head against the wall, and groaned at herself. In her entire life, there was only one other time that it was this hard to talk to a guy. And now she hated his dead guts. She still remembered the night Ben had been publicly unfaithful. A tear fell down her cheek. She hated the way it still hurt to think about him. The memory almost instinctively infiltrated her mind, but she shook it out.
She walked into the laundry room, and searched for a nightgown. She sighed. Her towel fell to the floor, and she bent down to pick it up. Her chest pained harder, and she groaned at the ache. Strange. She had been singing at Planet Bang, and Stanton ran off. To follow him, she had to change into shadow. And lately, it had been very painful to transform. Seeing no night gowns, she slipped on a tee and sweats.
She didn't know why it hurt so bad, but so long as it went away, she didn't care. She gave her hair one more scrunch, then dropped the towel into the basket. She slowly walked out, hoping beyond belief that Collin was gone. She looked around the room, and seeing no one, she walked out. The closet door opened in her face, banging her forehead, causing her to land flat on her butt.
"Ow! Damnit!" She gripped her head, and sat up. Collin stood over her. "God! Sorry." He held out a hand for her. She looked at it in fear. She gingerly took it, not wanting to be rude. And as soon as she was up, she blushed, and quickly said, "Sorry. Thank you." Without waiting for anymore disasters, she ran up stairs. "Hey!" She paused, then turned. "Thanks for telling me about Serena." She blinked. "Sure. Goodnight."
She ran to the privacy of her bedroom. Upset with her immature behavior, she sighed. She hit the lights, revealing her room. The carpet was dark green with tiny red flowers. The lights were a few lamps hanging from the ceiling. She had an oak wardrobe, vanity dresser, a personal bathroom, and green silken drapes over big windows. By the queen sized bed, was a night stand. It wasn't entirely without little touches of herself.
The table in the center of the room had a sparkling red tablecloth, and the chairs were fold-out with leather backs and seats. Beside her bed she had a little bookshelf completely filled with books. Hearing a knock, she turned around. "Come in." Stanton looked in, concern in his eyes. "What was that all about?" She looked down. "Just a little embarrassed." He sighed. "Don't be. Goodnight." He said. She read a few pages of her new book, then shut the light off, and slept off her embarrassment. (A/N: Yes, I no, it sux, but it'll get better.)