If you see any of these symbols before a paragraph, it means POV has changed:

x = Morana

^ = Ciel

~ = Sebastian

` = 3rd person

Chapter One: Lightning Storm

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I looked at myself in the mirror. Even in the dim light of the flickering candle I was using to substitute my lonely lamp whose light bulb had blown, I knew I looked good. I would admit it, in my new outfit, I was hot. It was a black corset with black fishnet underneath and a short black pleated skirt complete with a chain, my hip-length black hair cascaded down my back in natural wave, and my feet were cozy inside my Doc Martens. I smudged a thin line of black around my blue eyes and wiped on a fresh coat of my favorite electric blue lipstick "Asphyxia."

8:05. I had to meet Jake at his house at 9:00 and since my parents were out of town visiting my stupid family in California and had decided that they loved me enough not to make me see those fake-ass cousins of mine out there. I was scared though, because Jake and I had started going out three years ago when he was a junior in high school and I was a freshman. We'd never done anything until last month when he'd tried to get into my metaphorical pants and I'd denied him. I hadn't seen him since then and now he was calling me because he missed me and all that bullshit. But now was a good time to apologize and, if he plays his cards right, maybe we would get to that point.

I smiled at myself in the mirror before walking out into the cold of the early night. Thunder cracked overhead and I instantly regretted not bringing my umbrella. I couldn't see any stars so I knew the rain was going to start any minute.

At the first signs of a drizzle I started running, galloping actually, I can't run worth a damn in combat boots, my ankles are so weird. Within twenty minutes I was at Jake's front door, the storm bellowing behind me.

He answered the door and peered down at me. I was five' two" and he was well over 6 foot. He shook some water out of his hair, a few drops landing on his chest. I looked up at his chocolate eyes and gave him a mysterious half smile.

"Hey. You're early." He said plainly.

"I had to run from the rain, sorry." I looked down nervously. Why did he seem so hostile? Like he was pissed off or something.

He tugged at the hem of my outfit, "This new?"

"Yeah," I spun, giving him a full view. "You like?"

He nodded and stepped to the side, giving me access to the inside of his house. I'd always liked his little abode, with its year-round Halloween feeling and dark decor, but today it seemed odd and unwelcoming today. I sat down on his big leather couch and clutched a silky red pillow.

Jake eyed me, taking in my legs and chest, stopping on my face.

"So, what'd you wanna talk 'bout?" I asked.

"Last month. You know…." He nervously ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I know." I stared up at him, waiting for the end of the conversation, even though I knew what it was, and I knew it was going to hurt.

And it did hurt, it came at me like a wrecking ball, crashing into me and leaving a trail of horror in its wake. "I think we need to see other people." He stated as if it meant nothing to him, like I meant nothing to him.

I stood, nostalgic for a moment, then emotionless. I meant nothing to this jerk? Ha, he didn't know what he had coming. I was a total bitch, but no one had ever pissed me off enough to ever see my eternal rage, not to mention that because of my breasts, brains, personality, and other seriously attractive aspects of me, I had just about every guy in my shithole town wrapped around my middle finger. Oh, he had no idea of what I'm capable of.

"Oh, whatever," I said simply before walking ever-so-teasingly out the door and into the pouring rain. I didn't run until I was half way down the road but my tears were falling like the rain. It was as if the heavens were crying for me.

A flash of brilliant blue lightning struck the ground in front of me and I guess another hit me, but I didn't have time to think about it because I was floating into darkness, the cruel oblivion engulfing me. Caressing me like some sadistic lover. Willing me to death, or, maybe just a feast of some sort…