Chapter 1

The rain pattered softly on the high ceiling. Slowly light seeped in through a window and fell gently on a young woman's face. Her face was beautiful ivory, her hair long, a dark alburn red color with platinum streaks running the length of it. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Then without a word or sound she turned over and fell back to sleep.

"Aurora, Get your lazy, lethargic corpse out of bed!" a woman's voice yelled.

"Screw off!" Aurora retorted.

"Young lady I swear if you don't get up I'll…" But before she could finish Aurora was at the door glaring at her.

"Can I help you…Trish…" Aurora spat in Trish's face. Trish only smirked, the she proceeded to walk around Aurora and sit on her bed.

"Your father has found a new school for you. Its about 10 minutes away, near Falconiville."

" Come on I've gone through two schools in the last month. You know what happens and you know that it just puts innocent people in danger!"

Just then a man appeared in the doorway. His tall frame and bright white hair made him look like a ghost, but his piercing eyes showed his demonic side all too well. It was Dante.

"What's going on in here?" he asked with a slight bit of irritation in his tone.

"Trish just told me that you are sending me to a new school. I told you last time I wasn't going back. I belong here fighting alongside of you."

"No, you belong in school and that's where you're going. So get yourself ready, and try to look somewhat presentable." He hissed at her.

" I'm almost 18, I think I should be able to decide…" she was interrupted but Trish.

" You're going to school, we can keep track of you there. So you can go gallivanting off on some half-baked journey that you think is important, that will probably get you killed!"

Aurora shot Trish a cold death glare but she held her tongue, knowing full well the consequences she'd have to deal with if she shot her mouth off.

"Did you tell them about my "special needs"?" She glanced over toward a wall that was covered in different and unique weapons. "Or did you just let that slip you're mind temporarily?"

" Yes, I told them. They're not particularly happy about the whole situation. But they are willing to compromise." He said blankly.

"Fine!" Aurora let her temper simmer as she glared at both of them.

"Do not take that tone with me Aurora! This is our decision and I feel it's the best one for you!" he snapped

"What the hell, she has you brainwashed doesn't she. Snap out of it can't you see she's only doing this for her own satisfaction!"

"Hold your tongue! I don't think you want me to cut it off!"

"Fine, now will you leave so I can get dressed?"

The two of them turned and walked away, but not before Trish turned back and gave Aurora one of her infamous "I win!" smirks. It was true; she knew why they were sending her off. Trish was a very possessive person and she could hardly stand it when Dante would spend more time and pay more attention to his daughter than her. Yes it was true she was Trish's daughter as well, but she never felt welcome. Trish had always treated her like and outsider. Not wanting to let herself sink into her thoughts she walked over to her closet. It's not like there was large selection; black, leather, tight, and tough. Although she did have the body to pull the outfits off there was always the teasing she would receive. It used to bother her when she was younger, but now she was older and she didn't care as much.

Her eyes scanned slowly over everything. She grabbed s pair of black leather pants and a black, tapered, corset top. She also grabbed her long, black trench coat and threw it on. She slipped on her knee high, front-laced boots and zipped them up. Then she made her way over to the wall with all her weapons. She took down her sword, which she affectionately called "Midnyght" and quickly she sheathed it to her back. Then she unlocked the small drawer in front of her and took out her pair of guns. She strapped on her thigh holsters and with a few spins of both guns she tucked them into each side. She let her coat drop down over them and turned toward her door. She stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. It looked like they had already left. Probably off fighting some kind of underworld scum without her. She stood in the middle of the hallway for a minute and contemplated not going. But she had a hunch that Trish would be in touch with the school. With that option out of the picture she grabbed the keys to her "crotch rocket" her favorite bike. She walked out onto the veranda and into the musty, damp air. She didn't mind that it as raining; in fact she rather liked the rain.

She pulled on her helmet and started up her bike. She cranked on the engine and spun the bike around so it faced the road. She cranked the engine again and raced out of the driveway and down the street.