Ordinary Scar
By Anasia
Rated PG for violence and brutality
Dondala awoke with a start. She looked down at the slightly faded scar on her wrist. It had seemed so real .... but once again a nightmare. She looked over at the clock on her wall. 11:30, it read. She closed the open book on her lap and got up, her red skirts swooshing. Her heels clicked, as she swiftly walked over to the grand staircase, and mounted the first step. Click. Click. BOOM. The noise rang through the Dracula Manor. Dondala's gaze shot to the door, obviously the source of the noise.
Wide open, the door stood. Dondala noticed with a chill there was no wind stirring the trees outside. Her heels clicked back down on the tile floor. Swish. She jumped around, and looked up the staircase, only to find a smartly dressed man, with sleek long, black hair, tied neatly into a ponytail, with two luscious locks hovering over the ends of his evebrows, on the step she had been on moments before.
She would have been attracted to his sleek and handsome looks, if she hadn't noticed something about him....
FLASHBACK
Dondala screamed, at the sight of her maid, sprawled of her bed, moonlight flashing in her lifeless eyes, blood soiling her blue bodice and dress. She hugged her teddy bear to her chest and ran, as fast as she could down the corridor, down the dark steps of the grand staircase, and tripped on the last stair. Vladisus, in hot pursuit stopped at the top of the staircase and slowly crept down the staircase, his heels going click. click....
Down the staircase he clicked, until finally his slow, suspenseful descent brought him to the huddled sobbing mass on the stone. She suddenly, with a jerk of surprise from her brother, leaped up and ran like her life depended on it- but it did.
Finally, he chased her into the family drawing room, where the high-backed velvet chairs she used to LOVE cuddling in sat gloomy in the moonlight, cast from a small corner window. She backed away from her brother pulling out his bloody sword, and in doing so, tripped on one of the chairs, and fell backwards, screaming, her teddy bear skidding across the floor, and stopping when it hit the rug.
She leaped up, determined she was not going to die, and grabbed a sword from the coat of arms on the wall. She knew nothing of sword fighting, and her knees as weak as they were didn't even know if she could handle picking it up. But then she remembered Anasia, sprawled and bloody on the bed upstairs, and a surge of anger swept over her. Brandishing the sword, Vladisus reached out a hand to stop her, and in doing, so, left a bloody stump for an index finger,
Dondala screamed and looked at the floor, where the bloody finger lay and went white. She hurt him.
END FLASHBACK
Dondala stared at the stump of an index finger he had on his hand. The man chuckled.
"So you recognize me, do you?" he leered
" You..." she said in shock
The man chuckled a horrible chuckle, a fake grin on his face, that turned sour in seconds. He held up his right hand, and showed her the finger, causing her to grimace, then satisfied, put his arm down.
"So we meet again."
Anasia's Notes: I'm soo soo sorry that chapter was so short, but i want to keep the chapter related to it's title. It's kind of suspenseful, no? I promise a longer chapter next time. No reviews! Just like my last story! Please review. I'll respond in the next author notes if you'd like! Well, maybe ill get to starting the next chapter tomorow. G'night!