Title: A Hauntingly Wonderful Romance ~ chapter 1~ The Portrait
By: Moondreams16
moondreams16@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Notes: Alright. Here's another one. There are no scouts in this fan fic.
This is a kind of short chapter but hope you enjoy. E-mail me and tell
me what you think. Short notes, I know. But I never really like writing
notes 'cause I am sure most peopled don't even bother to read them. Well
Enjoy.

Serena frantically rushed into the room and closed the door behind her. Any
minute they would find her. Serena leaned against a wall to calm her
pounding heart and waited to catch her breath. The room was dark and musty.
The only light came from a slit between two heavy window drapes. Serena
walked silently toward the window and pulled the drapes aside to allow the
sunlight to wash over the room. This was not done with out a ton of dust
being omitted from the drapes. She looked around her. The room was covered
with bookshelves revealing leather bound books almost to the ceiling. A
rickety looking ladder was resting against one of the bookshelves. A few
chairs and tables of dark mahogany were scattered around the room. A rich
Oriental rug covered the polished wooden floor. At one wall was a huge
fireplace. Above the fireplace was a painting. The painting was off a young
man.
'Odd,' Serena thought, 'why would a picture of a man be doing in an all
girls boarding school?' Piecing blue eyes stared out at her. She looked
directly into them only to have a shiver run up her spine. Serena scolded
herself. Whoever heard of being afraid of a painting. The young man had
silky dark black hair. His mouth was set in a straight line as if trying not
to reveal any of his emotions. But his eyes gave him away. In his eyes were
pain and fear. There was a slight hint of anger. He held a stormy
countenance. He was dressed in a dark blue tunic. A black cape adorned his
shoulders. In his right hand he held a jeweled sword. Serena walked slowly
toward the painting and slowly reached out and touched it. She ran her
fingers lightly over the face never taking her eyes off his.
"What were you thinking?" she asked as she pulled away her hand.
"So here's were you've been hiding, Charity girl," laughed an older girl as
she stood in the doorway. Serena winced at the name.
"Go find some one else to torment," said Serena as she pressed herself
against the fire place. "Why should i, Charity girl?" asked Elizabeth, the
leader.
"Because I said so, that's why," came a voice.
"Why you little..." started Elizabeth. She grabbed a bunch of Serena's
blonde hair and drug her toward the door by her hair.
"Let me go!" yelped Serena fighting back the tears. The door slammed shut
suddenly as Elizabeth got to it. "What the..." she started. She grabbed the
doorknob and twisted. The door opened. Serena felt another shiver run up her
spine.

"...for directly disobeying a perfect and now you are lying about
it! For that Miss. Tskino, you will receive 2 demerits and kitchen duty for
a week," rang the head mistress's verdict on the whole matter. Elizabeth
meanwhile was smiling smugly at the whole thing. Kitchen Duty. Serena hated
kitchen duty. It meant scubbing a lot of pots and cleaning up after everyone
had finished eating. Serena sighed as she flopped down on the bed. She had
only been at Bankstone Academy for a week and she had already made enemies
with the main perfect, Elizabeth Brown. Serena hated most perfects more then
she did kitchen duty. Most perfects were stuck up snobs with the power to
order the younger classmen around. Serena had been Elizabeth's main target
when she came to school the first day. Serena had stood out with her ripped
jeans, clean white shirt, baggy unbuttoned plaid over shirt and dingy untied
sneakers. Her mom had hit on some hard times and hadn't the money to get
Serena new clothes. Serena rolled over on her stomach and stared at the
bright silvery moon the shone through the window. She couldn't manage to get
the picture out of her head. Especially his eyes.
"I am sorry, it seems I have cause more trouble," came a voice. Serena
turned slowly. She raised her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream.

To be continued...