Arise

Arise (Prologue)

Prologue

Before the dawn, she will be born. Her body on the grass.

So cold.

"Why did I insist on wearing this stupid dress? Oh right, because it looks good and it hugs my body nice and tight." I whisper angrily to myself, my words a sarcastic slur. "And did Jack even notice me? Nope, of course he didn't. The one night I dress up like an actual girl and I'm still on his friend list."

I am so drunk right now. The world teeters and twists around me, the lights in the street seem to blur into one. Also there seems to be a random plant pot outside of my garden wall.

Has that plant pot always been there? I feel like it wasn't there yesterday. Oh crap. Vomit.

No... I'm good. I think.

My body heaves, ready to expel the thousands of gallons of alcohol I've consumed. I must look pregnant with bloat.

This sucks. I am NEVER drinking this much again. Ever.

"Hello?" I press the buzzer on the flat, metal thingy that calls into the house and wait for the familiar clicking sound that is the gates unlocking. They don't click but the green light on the metal thing comes on, letting me know that somebody is about to respond.

"You're drunk," my dad's voice sounds sharp through the speaker. I'm in trouble.

"Probably that last Sambuca shot I had. Now will you please let me in?"

"She's drunk," great, mum's home. Yippee.

"And cold, very cold, also my feet are hurting." I add, just in the hopes that they'll speed up the process of letting me into my own damn house.

The gates finally click and screech as they automatically open inwards. Tucking my head to my chest I hastily make my way down the long narrow driveway, my heels scrape and click on the gravel as I stumble along. Tomorrow morning is not going to be a fun one.

The wind seems to sharpen and whip across my back, blowing my hair to one side and causing the ends to stick to my glossy lips. I spit my tongue forward in an attempt to dislodge the stray hairs and end up with them in my mouth instead.

Gross.

I won't be defeated by my own hair.

Giggling at my thoughts, I stumble once more as my heel sinks into the perfectly manicured grass that makes up half of the front garden. Mum will kill me if she sees me walking on the grass.

"I really don't want to do this," a deep male voice calls from behind me sending chills through my body. My spine straightens and my drunken senses try to focus.

What the fuck?

I turn quickly, blinking through the darkness in an attempt to see where the voice came from. My eyes pick up nothing but the closing gates and the empty driveway. What the hell?

"Creepy," I must be more drunk than I thought. I am definitely never drinking this much again.

The wind whips again, this time racing over my shoulders in the opposite direction to the way it did moments ago, cold seeps through my skin and a shiver races up my spine as my hair tangles on my lips once more.

Something doesn't feel right.

Not at all.

Even in my drunken state I can tell that something is horribly wrong.

I stop in my tracks as my heart beats a heavier rhythm in my chest, each thump seems so loud to my own ears.

"I'm sorry."

I feel cool breath against my ear as the words are softly whispered, a jaw brushes my cheek and fingers wrap around my wrist. A cry clogs my throat and my jellified legs automatically propel me forward towards my house.

"DA...!"

My face meets the grass as a heavy weight presses against my back. I daren't struggle, I can't. His power envelopes me in a hot embrace, making me feel clammy despite the cold and damp beneath.

"This won't hurt," His voice is calming, soothing, as if coaxing a puppy out of hiding. Though it doesn't stop the panic I feel when something sharp scrapes against my neck. Two fine points scratch against my sensitive skin. "I promise."

Is he going to defile my body? On the lawn? In front of my parents?

I suddenly feel nauseous again.