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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO!(:
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Scarlet found herself standing on the side of a busy street, cars passing by and honking at her, Anastasia and Ivana. She turned to her sides to see Anastasia and Ivana with their hands by their sides. “Hey there beautiful! You free tonight?!” a guy yelled, who was stopped at a red light. “Is he talking to you?” Scarlet asked Anastasia. “He can’t see us” she answered softly. “Nope, sorry!” she called, then waved as he drove away frowning and cursing to himself. “Why can he see me, but not you guys?” Scarlet half-complained. “You’ll learn how soon enough!” Anastasia said cheerfully. “…right” Scarlet looked up at the apartment building again, this time a wall was growing out of the side and a new section appeared. It was brick with paint slashes on it and read “Charisma J. Samberg’s Party Palace”with an animated wink face that winked every couple seconds. “Are you coming or not?” Anastasia asked, smiling from the other side of the road. “Yes, yes, I’m coming” Scarlet ran across the street quickly, then ran her fingers through her ponytail nervously. “What’s the matter?” Anastasia looked back at her while Ivana started walking towards the decorated stoop. “Why are we here again?” “Spencer wants to get you tested, and as far as we know, Charisma is the best at it…so he sent us here” Anastasia smiled at her, and pushed her up the brightly lit stairs. “Helllloooo, darling!” a voice rang from the buzzer. “How may the Queen help you today?” “We’re here for the party Char” Ivana said, a slight smile on her face. “Ivana? Boo, is that you?! C’mon on in!” the voice hollered, the grand doors opened to reveal a room packed with people in dresses, costumes, even masks. They were all dancing, and drinking, just having a good time. At the blink of an eye drinks flew into Ivana, Scarlet, and Anastasia’s hands. The party host, Charisma, walked up to them. Her hot pink leather mini skirt stretched over her coffee colored legs, and a matching black jacket to cover her arms. Her red and lavender mixed eyes covered in a layer of eyeliner and glitter. Her black hair pulled back, the bangs pushed over her face and a wicked smile flashed past her lips. “Helllloooo, ladies, how may I help you?” she asked, her voice just as the one in on the buzzer. It had a hypnotizing tone to it, like you had to listen to what she said-no matter what you were in the middle of doing. “We need your help” Anastasia said happily. “I don’t do birthday parties, or sleepovers, those are for little girls who feel like they have no friends.” Charisma said, looking at her rainbow colored nails. “No, no, we just need you to test her” Anastasia pointed to Scarlet. “Her? You’re kidding me right?” Charisma looked Scarlet up and down, then walked in a circle around her. “I don’t see anything special about her.” “Me either” Ivana grumbled rudely. “Ivana, if you don’t want to wait here just go do whatever” Anastasia said, giving her an exasperated look. “Sounds good to me” Ivana took Anastasia’s drink out of her hand and downed it before finishing off her own. She walked away, into the crowd. “Why do I need to test her?” Charisma looked at Scarlet again. “She fits the prophecy extremely well, and Spencer just wanted to make sure she wasn’t just an ordinary girl.” | “If she were an ordinary girl she couldn’t be in my house right now,” Charisma said. “But I’ll take a look at her anyway. Come back here with me”
“Yes ma’am” Scarlet murmured. “Hold up! Hold up!” Charisma turned to look at Scarlet. “Do I look like a ma’am to you? I might be 300 years old, but I most certainly do not look like a ma’am. It’s Charisma, Char-is-muh. Say it with me dear…Char-is-muh—” “Char-is-muh” Scarlet repeated, and then followed her into one of the darkened back room. +.+ “Scarlet’s phone, this is John. What’s up?” John asked, picking up Scarlet’s sidekick as it buzzed against the wooden bedside table. “Heeeey!” someone said, they’re voice slurring. “Who is this?” he asked curiously. “It’s me,” the person burped. “Anastassssssia” “Have you been drinking? Anastasia, where are you?” John sat up on Scarlet’s new bed in her ‘new home’. “I’m at a party…and I’ve got major headache…come getses me, pleeeease?!” Anastasia’s voice dropped then went up an octave. “Who’s party, and where is it?” John sighed. “Char-is-muh’s party...!” Anastasia giggled. “Alright, I’ll be over in a couple seconds.” John ended the call and shoved the phone in his pant pocket. He pulled on some dress pants and a white button down shirt from the back of Scarlet’s new closet and headed out the door. “I’m looking for Anastasia, have you seen her?” John asked, walking up to a group of men with flaming hair. “She’s that way” one of them pointed to a girl dancing on the stage, pulling her dress up on the end. “Anastasia! Get down from there!” John yelled, elbowing his way through the crowd to get to her. Some guys were sticking money in her shoes, while others were just sitting back and watching. “Yoooou can’t makkke me!” Anastasia slurred, pulling her dress a little higher. John reached up, and yanked Anastasia off the stage. She fell awkwardly into his arms, her head hanging over one arm while her legs were over the other. He fixed her so she was bridal style in his grasp, and she started a laughing fit. “I’m taking you home.” He said sternly. “Buuuut, what about Ivvvvana?” Anastasia’s eyes fluttered between closed and opened for a couple seconds. “Logan!” John called out, catching up to another prostatis therapeftis. “Hey John! Haven’t seen you in forever man, where’ve you been?!” Logan smiled at him, his brown hair pushed over the beginning of the scar on the left side of his face. “I’ve been around, watching Scarlet.” “Scarlet, who?” “It’s no one important—” John started. “The Lost Daughter” Anastasia giggled. “You’re protecting the Lost Daughter?!” Logan gaped. “No, no, she’s drunk,” John groaned. “Could you watch her for me while I go look for her friend? Please?” “Yeah, sure man, anything you need” Logan held out his arms for the laughing girl, and took her easily. “Thanks! I owe you one!” John called as he ran into the crowd of people again. “Watch it” some guy warned. “Ivana?! Where are you?!” John yelled. “Riiight here” the voice was hoarse, and a pair of hands wrapped over John’s belt buckle. |