Rain Drops on Roses.
By: FruitLoops
Disclaimer: blah blah blah…I own nothing! Don't rub it in…
Chapter One: Party Time!
Waverly Hall, Georgia, 2006 Nov. 1st
Tara was an ordinary girl. She loved to party! Earlier that night she had gotten a phone call from her friend Christina to go to a party that apparently would be rockin'! They always went out to 'The Cave' to party on Friday nights after school. This, her last year of high school was going to be the best one yet. She knew it. Ring Ring Ring Ring Tara rushed for the phone while trying to put the finishing touches on her cocktail dress. "Hello?" she ask and a voice immediately a voice replied, "Are you almost ready girl? We're gonna show the U.S. how to party Georgia style! WHHOOOO!" Tara, annoyed, snapped, "Yeah I'll be ready in a second. Be here on time and I'll be ready." They hung up and Tara finished messing with her curly shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. She put on her spiked high-heels and took off for the door. She was so excited about this party! She was only snappy because her boyfriend of 1 year and 8 months ,Victor, dumped her for another girl that looked like a fish. She even has a tattoo of the letter 'V' just for him. She knew it had been a stupid idea but did it anyway. She had to laugh at the memory of all her friends writing "fish-face" on her locker on bright pink letters.
She was taken from her memory by Christina's not-so-musical voice screeching, "Tara! Hurry up! My God woman! Whats your problem tonight?" Tara rolled her eyes and yelled, "Oh shut the fudge up motha sucka!" Christina threw her head back and laughed and, Tara had to chuckle at herself for saying that. She jumped in her 350 Z and took off for "The Cave." The Club was already pulsing with energy at 7:30. They arrived at the club just in time to hear Tara's Favorite song, "Luv Addict" by Family Force 5. She instantly joined everyone on the dance floor. After that, Christina drug her off the floor and sat down with her at the bar and they got drinks. They weren't 21 yet but the bar tender never checked for i.d.'s so they always got whatever they wanted. "One Bay-Breese Please," They both said in unison with their southern accents. While they were at the party the D.J., Julian, Decided he wanted to play every kind of music there was to play. He played Rammstein's "Spring", Shania Twain's "Honey I'm Home", Puscifer's "Rev 22 - 20 (Rev 4 - 20 Mix)", Nelly's "Shake Ya Tail Featha", and many others. They partied and got so drunk they could barely see straight.
Someone decided they were sober enough to drive and everyone jumped in their car. Tara didn't go though and opted to walk home. She would still never make it home. She walked out right in front of a car and got hit head on. All she saw was blackness. All she felt was pain. She resigned to it, knowing full well what she had done only 2 min to late.
England post-United States Nov. 2nd
When Tara started to come back to reality, she heard a man chanting a strange poem as if it were a prayer. She looked up only to hear, "Remember, Remember, the 5th of November…" and she yelled, "Help!" The poem stopped and a man wearing the strangest mask she had ever seen came to her aid. "Oh dear, what have you done to yourself?" Tara gave him a look that stated "your-insane" and backed away on her hands and knees. "I promise no harm will come to you. What is your name fair lady?" Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Who are you?" the emotionless mask never changed and the man went on a tirade she didn't bother to listen to. She did however catch the last line. "What a conundrum, to ask a man in a mask who he is." She had to smirk at this. He seemed to come back to reality and realized once more she was hurt because he repeated his question, "Who are you fair lady? You may call me V." Tara cocked her head to the side and stated weakly, "My name it Tara." She man thought on it and then spotted her tattoo. "A letter 'V'?" he inquired. "This must not be coincidence, Come with me." She took his hand but before she could take to steps with him she fainted.