A girl with short, spiky black hair sat at the counter. Her pale skin was marble-like under the cheap fluorescent lighting of the half-empty diner. If it weren't for the impatient tapping of her foot against the tall bar stool, she most likely would have been mistaken for a statue.
The tapping stopped abruptly, and the girl sighed before crossing her ankles firmly, as if to prevent herself from continuing the aggravating rhythm she'd kept up for the past hour. She grabbed the milkshake in front of her, and sipped at it delicately, grimacing as the taste registered.
Her face lit up suddenly, and she quickly tossed her empty cup back on the counter before spinning her stool around to face the door. The weather outside was atrocious to say the least. Black clouds let out torrents of rain that looked as if it would never end.
The door to the diner opened just a second after she'd turned, and the occupants of the diner turned around to face the door, wondering what type of idiot would be outside in the horrible stormy weather their area was currently suffering through.
She grinned, as she hopped enthusiastically off of her stool, and walked towards the newcomer. His skin was just as pale as hers, and the other regulars of the small diner stared in wonder at their combined beauty; for despite all their differences, they were both gorgeous.
She wasn't pretty in that classic blond-haired, blue-eyed all-American girl way, but her pixie-like face and her impish smile had all the men drooling. The regular diners had slowly grown accustomed to her ethereal presence among them, but now, as they saw her smile-truly smile-for the first time, they were dazzled all over again.
The man on the other hand, towered over the girl's short stature, his blond hair delectably ruffled from the storm outside, and his dark eyes smoldering. The girls all paused in their gossiping to stare for a minute, before turning their wide eyes on each other and squealing in what they assumed to be a quiet fashion.
The dark-haired girl stopped directly in front of him, and looked up at him, the smile still on her face. She seemed ecstatic, with a bit of underlying relief, though the reason as to why was completely lost on him.
"You've kept me waiting a long time," was what came out of her mouth. No introductions or any of the customary hellos and how are you's were made.
He either didn't take note of it or ignored it though, as he ducked his head and said "I'm sorry, ma'am," looking down towards his feet like a reprimanded child.
She sat up abruptly, moving so fast that the transition between the two positions was impossible to detect. She pouted slightly, trying to remember who the girl from her dream was. So far, she was unsuccessful. She bit her lip lightly, searching her memories, trying to remember.
She was growing steadily more agitated as she found that she not only had absolutely no clue who the girl was, she also had no idea who she herself was. She kept meeting dead ends, and more questions were popping up by the second. "Who am I?" "Where am I?" and "Where did I come from?" being just a few examples of her answerless queries; all with a hint of hysteria, of course.
A second later, she found that she was no longer concerned about the questions. She'd discovered an even bigger concern. A girl sat in a bed across from her. Her black hair was sticking up in all directions and her blood red eyes seemed panicked and wild, though her expression was quickly changing into one of shock. She'd found the girl from her dream.
"Who are you?" Her voice, intended to be sharp and intimidating, came out melodious and soft. She watched as the dream girl's lips moved as well, but when she listened, she only heard her own quiet and more than slightly panicked voice ringing through the room.
She frowned in confusion, but a glint of gold caught her eye, and she realized that the girl opposite herself was surrounded by a frame. She raised a hand slowly then let it drop. The girl copied her motions exactly. Of course.
There wasn't another girl in the room; it was just her reflection in a mirror. She let out a sigh of both relief and exasperation at her own foolishness. Slowly, as the last of the adrenaline from her panic attack faded away, a smell invaded her senses. She couldn't quite identify it, a sweet aroma that surrounded her, drawing her in. The intensity of it had her wondering how she hadn't noticed it to begin with.
She swung herself out of bed and walked towards a table she hadn't noticed before. She followed the smell to a cup on the table. The black mug was filled with a red substance that she couldn't quite place.
Later speculation told her that she probably should've thought about what the suspicious red substance was, but at the time, she'd only been concerned with the delicious taste of it as it slid down her throat.
A/N: Hello my dear darling readers. This is slightly longer than my usual, though it's still not very long. Sorry, but I'm just not good at this. Story-writing, that is. Anyways, if you've read it, then please review. Concrit is appreciated, as usual. No clue when my next chapter will be out, but hopefully soon, as I've taken to writing again lately. ^^
Also, in case it's not clear, the stuff in italics is a vision that she's seeing. :)