In her dream, Bridget almost jumped, but she reminded herself that it wasn't real. Just another vision of heaven, she thought.
Then, the face disappeared. Another reappeared.
This one had coal black hair, slightly blue looking. His eyes were a hazel green, cold, his nose strong and regal. He had a slight dimple on his cheek, and soft, neutral lips, his skin light, but not pale. He had a major stubborness in his chin, lightly hidden by a five o'clock shadow. His lashes were long, but not thick, and his brows were arched as regally as the strength in his eyes, which portayed a small fire inside.
She glared at him, before asking him what he wanted.
The youth's eyes narrowed in annoyance, before saying something.
"Learn respect, youngling,"he said, his voice emotionless, but a comfortable tenor,"I just came to tell you that you're in grave danger from the beyond."
"From the beyond?"she asked gently,"I don't understand."
"There is nothing more I can tell you,"he said, a slight panic edging into his voice,"Just watch your back, Bridget Corvin."
At that moment, he vanished, waking the girl with her alarm.
She shook herself mentally, her own almond hair shaking into a bigger tangle. She sweeped a ivory hand across her delicate brow. Her flashing emerald eyes swept around the room cautiously, before she swung her long, pale legs over the side of her bed.She stood up, her willowy, but curvy, five foot ten frame shaking in the cold of a wintry desert night.Her deep brown lashes batted like a butterfly's wings against her ivory cheeks. Her strong nose brought in the sweet scent of lavender and apple blossom. Her soft, rosebud mouth and sharp, vampiric teeth opened wide in a yawn.Her chin was gentle, not like her mother's or the man in the dreams.Her ears were slightly pointed, but it gave her a graceful place in her home. With her ears, she was one of a kind in her family.
Walking to the shower, she opened the cuboard and pulled out an extremely fluffy blue towel. Turning on the water, she quickly stepped in.
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Moments later, drying quickly, she grabbed her usual ensemble of a bloodred tank, black corset, and a pair of black, leather pants that fitted her curved hips and long legs perfectly.Tying her hair into a quick ponytail, she slipped her knee-high, buckle up boots on, grabbed her bag, and ran to the living room. Her mother, Selene, stood by the door, her daughter's coat dangling from her fingertips. Bridget grabbed it and dashed into the early morning sunlight, making sure that none of it touched her mother.
Bridget was a rare person. Her mother was a death-dealer of a vampire community. Her father, Micheal Corvin, was the one person to be both a vampire and a Lycan, or a werewolf. She herself was mostly a vampire, but she had no allergy to sunlight or to silver, like her father sometimes did. All in all, she was a formidable force, with the perks of both, but none of the weaknesses.
But, sadly, her mother and father had both agreed, that she should go to school and get an education. She was rarely ever there, however, as she was constantly being suspended for fighting. And, being in her sophmore year, she had very little time to straighten out her vicious temper, before she graduated.
Walking onto the bus, she sat down in the very last row. At the next stop, the "popular girls" sat down towards the middle of the bus, tittering and looking back at her, glaring slightly. She sent them a bone-chilling glare and let it be, not letting the air-heads get to her. Dad wouldn't be happy when he got a call saying his daughter just got suspended right when she just got back from being suspended.
Pulling up to the school, Bridget departed the bus, ready to begin another day of high-school hell.