Ta-da ! Noo, the gala's not here yet. It starts in the NEXT chapter!
Sorry this one's so short.
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Rissa, xx
As Schuyler walked home that afternoon, the sky had started to turn darker. The sun was down, and it a small breeze uncovered her hair from her face. There was a shadow, or had she just imagined it?
No it was just an imagination. She had no right to be scared, she was a blue blood. Nothing could kill them. She continued to walk. Another shadow? What was it? Was she just seeing things? She started to run with all her power, but when she turned around the corner something had put a hand to her mouth. She screamed, but nothing came out. Nobody could help her. With all her power she tried to defend herself but the hold was too strong. Crimson fire eyes, and silver pupils. What was happening to her? It had fangs and was so close to her neck. The thing had it's fangs so close to her neck that if she moved an inch, blood would release.
Ahh.. so much resemblance to your mother. She would hate it if I killed you now.. Maybe I shall wait? Well, I'd never get a chance like this. Say your prayers child.
It had sent her some sort of telepathy message to her mind. She could nearly see her life flashing through her eyes.
Her eyes fluttered awake.
"Mrs. Cordelia, your granddaughter is awake!" the nurse called out.
"Sky! Are you alright?" Oliver shouted.
Was it a dream, what had happened to me? What was it?
"What happened to me?" she lifted herself up from the hospital bed.
"You passed out, Beauty had found you. Are you alright? What happened? Do you remember?" Oliver questioned.
"No, I don't remember anything.. Beauty was there?" she lied.
She had forgotten that Beauty was a hellhound which had some sort of protection for her, she had forgotten what the Committee said.
"Schuyler! You are awake!" Cordelia exclaimed relieved.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she muttered.
"I'll need to talk to you before the gala. It is just a few hours away, you have been unconcious for a long time. Anyway, we shall get you home." Cordelia said. She went towards the nurses, arranging it.
"Thank god.. If you did an 'Allegra' on me, I would have been the worst conduit in history." Oliver joked.
She rolled her eyes.
"Hey! Have some respect for the comatosed" she laughed.
"I'm just so glad you're okay.." Oliver said.
She smiled and squeezed his hand.
But behind the smile, was fear and anxiety.
And something, that nobody would understand.