There was a heavy blizzard, and it seemed to be encompassing the world itself…. The heavy snow sticking to everything. Seconds could be fatal in the snow. However, the man walking in it found no reason to care. "Hate to live, Live to Hate." He walked along, moving towards a black car. He got into it, and started it up. The man… Teenager, more accurately, was graced with long black hair, and green eyes. He had the hair short, and spiked backwards. The rapidly melting snow on his body soon had drenched him through to the bone. Thankfully, he was in a heated car. His windshield was soon clear. He began to drive slowly, calmly. Then he felt a loud 'THUNK', on the back of his car. He stopped, and looked behind him, and blinked a few times. He saw Black Boots.
The man sighed. "Today just gets BETTER AND FUCKING BETTER!" He opened his door with a ton of force, and burst out. "GET OFF MY FUCKING CAR YOU HOOLIGAN!" He turned to face a sword, pointed at his forehead. There was a woman with Long Black Hair, in Plate Armor for her stomach and up, as well as grieves and a long dress at the bottom. The man stood still, glaring at the red eyed woman. She sheathed her sword, and hopped down. "Your about to become an Einherjar. I've been looking for you, Emerith." The man leapt into the car, slamming the door shut behind him, and slamming down on the Gas Pedal. He suddenly found the woman in front of him.
With but a single motion, she Shattered his windshield, and pulled him out of the car. She then dragged him, kicking and screaming, into the darkness…
Awakening from his Nightmare, Peter Emerith gasped, and found he was shivering. It was snowing outside. He sighed, and walked to the shower, his black pajama pants, and cotton tee-shirt hitting the floor as he stepped into the hot shower. As he relaxed, and felt his bones warm up, he remembered looking into that Woman's eyes. "That felt so real…" He finished in his shower, and was wrapped in a red towel as he walked back to his room. Then, dressing in a Black Pair of dress pants, and a White Dress shirt, he donned a Grey Wool trench coat, and walked out, into the snowstorm.
He soon found himself face to face with the woman from his dreams… Rather, a woman he loved. He glided by the long scarlet locks of Elizabeth, and sighed. Her lock was frozen again. He smiled, and put an arm around her, pulling her aside. "I'll fix it." He looked at the lock, and noted there was some ice in it. He took out his lighter, an effect from smoking at one time, and heated the lock up, until he saw it was clear. His beloved was five years older than him, but he didn't really care. At seventeen, age isn't a problem.
Elizabeth smiled, and hugged him tightly. He gasped as she squeezed the air out of his lungs. "You're a lifesaver Peter…" She looked him in the eye, and then let go. "I'm sorry, I'm just…" "I understand. See you later Elizabeth." The black haired Emerith glided away, his footsteps quiet. He got into his car, and drove towards the school he attended. His eyes looked at the academy with a fair bit of disgust. "This is what they're blood gave me." He parked, and walked into the Academy. He soon looked in surprise at a woman with hair as black as his. She looked… Confused. He walked by her, making himself scarce. He had things he was doing, and he didn't need some new girl bothering him.
He lost track of reality, just letting himself act on instinct until he knew he had to attend his first class. As he arrived, Emerith quickly found his seat, and leaned back, getting comfortable. He was not really in the mood to try and be friendly. Then the new girl walked in, and his eyes contracted with annoyance. She sat down next to him, and he ignored her.
His instructor walked in, and spoke calmly. "Now class, as I am sure you have noticed, we have a new Student. I would like to introduce Leone Emerith." Peter's eyes snapped to the instructor at that. He knew he had no relatives in the country. "I assure you, there is no relation to Peter, at least none given. Perhaps he could enlighten us?" Peter twitched, his left eye soon fixing itself. The girl pressed her heel into his foot, before speaking. "I'm his cousin. His Parent's and mine were on rather bad terms, but since what happened to them, my family has been trying to find him again. That he attends this school is actually a happy coincidence." She moved her heel. Peter didn't have any evidence to refute her story, but he had a feeling she was holding something from him.
After classes were finished, which he thankfully had none with Leone, he found her standing at the doors, waiting for him. Peter walked past her, not even acknowledging her existence. She grabbed his arm, and slammed him into a wall. "Well, got nothing to say to your lost cousin?" "Out of my way." Brushing her off, Peter walked to his car. "My family is dead. I tried to get over it, but some cousin had to reopen the wounds." He got in his car, and drove away.
As he got home, he sighed, and sat there, relaxing in his car. He could feel the grief burning through him. He missed them. He soon felt a tear form. Seeing it drop to the floor, he sighed. Opening the door, he walked towards his apartment… Only to find a Scarlet haired woman leaning against his door, smiling. Elizabeth hugged him, and then started pulling him into her apartment. "Peter… Mind having Dinner with me? I want to talk to you…"
Peter's eyes glittered as his Madonna asked him into her apartment. Soon, they were sitting on a plush couch, a box of pizza between them. "Peter… I got a phone call from your cousin today. I never knew you loved me…" Peter stopped chewing. "You're a nice boy… And I'm thankful for all the help you give me… But… I… I don't feel the way you do…" Peter felt like his world was crumbling. He then blinked, and swallowed. "Peter… Are you okay…" "I'm fine… I just realized I have something to do…"
Walking out of the apartment, Peter looked at the snow… He let two tears shed, and as he walked towards his apartment… He saw Leone standing there. He growled, and rage glowed within him. "You did this." "It was for the best. She would have broken your heart if you ever found out. I merely gave it to you while you could recover… Cousin." Peter tightened a fist, and snarled. "You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of…" Leone raised an eyebrow, and Peter growled as he brushed by her, and went into his apartment. She followed him. "Peter? This may sound odd… But do you mind if I stay here?" "Why should I care. You can't make my life much worse." She chuckled, and then Peter whirled around as her voice deepened. "I could make it much worse, Mortal." Peter faced the armored woman from his dream. She suddenly had a Gauntlet over his mouth.
"Your rage is delightful… Peter. I want you to lose yourself in it… Steep in it. Feel it and your fear… Those will guide you." Peter shook with hate. She suddenly caught his fist as he slammed it towards her nose. She smirked, and with but an ounce of pressure, it shattered, and she smiled, seeing his blood pour. She then threw her shoulder into his face, while pulling him into her. With nothing more than searing white Pain, Peter Emerith lost conciousness.
