Chapter 1: Chapter one: I hate Mondays!
I'm Alexia, and I hate Mondays. I'm an 18-year-old student at the University of Cambridge, in the U.S. Yeah, you heard it right. I was one of the top students back in high school, leading me to a university scholarship. I chose Cambridge because my uncle was a student here, and he said that it's one of the best universities in the whole country. It's my first year, and I've been studying acting ever since. it was one of my biggest dreams to walk on the red carpet, win an oscar, and be an inspiration to many women and girls so that they won't stop believing in themselves.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, I checked the time and it was already 6 in the morning.
"what, so early," I thought to myself, but, I knew if I slept again, Elon Musk himself won't be able to wake me up this time. I got off my bed and went straight to the bathroom. As usual, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, combed my messy and long brown hairs, and made a messy bun with a pencil pierced through it. I went and opened the mini-fridge that was at the corner of the wall. there was a huge of milk, and some snacks as leftovers, which I forgot from yesterday. Since I grew up in, not a wealthy family, I never waste food, but our economic state wasn't that bad. I mean, I always wore hand-me-down clothes and didn't eat that much since I knew that my mom had diabetes and my father was half paid. I always shared my food with my siblings and was the only one who worked from the day she turned 14, to support the family. but I was happy, because, I always thanked the lord that I have a mom and dad to take care of me.
Anyway, I went to my closet and wore leggings, a grey t-shirt and I wore my Addidas shoes. My best friend Laura was sleeping in her bed peacefully, while I took my guitar and went outside. it was the best weather to sit on the bench and compose some music. I took my notebooks and my scripts with me, and I've put them in my handbag. The wind was calm and fresh under the sunlight. the sky was clear and the birds were chirping in the trees. I was composing my new song when I heard someone clapping behind me. As I turned around, I saw a tall figure. the man was wearing a red crimson suit, with a tie. he was white as the snow, and his eyes were hazel. his hairs the color of the night sky and combed sideways. he was wearing shoes that matched his outfit.
"you have a beautiful singing voice" he complimented with a smile that showed his fangs
"thank you, but, what does a vampire has to do in a university, aren't you afraid to get caught and be expelled from the university," I said, after reading my notes. he looked at me and started getting closer. I looked at him, as he got closer to me.
"What a big mouth you have, for a lady like you," he said, as he looked into my eyes.
"what does it have to do with you," I said coldly. he looked at me, his hands next to me. I wasn't scared of him, but I felt that he was familiar. on the back of my shoulder, I felt something annoying me. like, there was something burning on my shoulder.
"shit," I said. he looked at me, then told me to look at my shoulder.
"Who are you to look at my shoulder?" I asked angrily. before I do anything, he looked around, then, caught an arrow that was about to hit me.
"wtf," I said, but, he grabbed me and opened his black gigantic wings, and we flew to the air. We landed on the rooftop of an abandoned building, which was far from the university. We ran downstairs when he took me and locked me in a room with him.
"This is a kidnapping, I'm gonna call 911," I told him, but it was too late, he already snatched my phone and covered my mouth.
"if you don't shut up, we will both die in this crappy building, without anyone knowing it" he whispered to my ear. time passed, and we both sat on the ground. he looked exhausted, and my shoulder hurt like hell.
"let me see your shoulder," he said looking at me seriously. I got up.
"no way," I said. he got up, and with an of the eye, punched me to the wall.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING" I screamed. he already grabbed my wrist and I was struggling to move. he thorned my shirt and looked at my shoulder.
"As I thought, you have the mark of the thorned rose, who are you?" he said, punching me hard on the floor this time.
"LET ME GO, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME" I screamed again. I was mad at him, he doesn't even know who I am, and, he started interrogating me for no reason.
"What kind of vampire, or supernatural species are you?" he asked again. this time I had enough. I broke free and got up.
"ARE YOU A PSYCHOPATH OR WHAT?" I said, without realizing the palm of my hand. flames and red energy immerged from it.
"What?" I continued before I dropped to my knees and lost consciousness.
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