Destiny’s silk black hair flowed from under the pin stripe Fedora hat that lay on top of her head. The reflection in the mirror would lead any person to believe that she was any other teenage; except for the clothes of course. Even she herself was deceived by what the make-up had done to her skin. Thick eye liner ringed her eyes, making her emerald green purple haze eyes stand out against the pale skin. Her thin lips were shimmering with a clear lip gloss, even though it stung her lip.
She glanced at the silver clock on the wall and smiled nervously. Her dangerous mission had finally arrived, the one she had been training for all her life. The strapless noisy taffeta opal blue dress with a small bow on the waist moved with her body as she walked to the silver doors of the elevator and pressed the down arrow. She tapped her foot impatiently, moving the small black shoulder bag back up her arm. The small silk bag held the three glass roses; the red one found in Missy’s doll house with the dolls in a murder scene, right before the real murder happened. The blue one on the hood of her car, set there right before a night snow. Finally, the green one which her mother found on her father’s grave. These were the key parts of her mission.
The elevator dinged and the door slid open. She stepped inside and pressed the lobby button, then glanced at the elderly women to the right of her. She has quite astonished to notice that the woman was wearing the same white ankle strap heels as herself. The lady smiled at her and straightened up slightly. “Why aren’t you an adorable little thing? Big date to night?” she asked looking Destiny up and down, the smile still on her face. She looked up at her eyes and then frowned, leaning closer.
Destiny looked away and glanced down at the tiny silver watch on her right wrist and started fumbling with the black stone necklace. “No ma’am, just a party,” she replied with a quivering smile. The elevator stopped at the lobby and the doors slid open. Destiny quickly slipped out before the old lady, not wanting to be slowed down any more. She looked around and saw children in costumes and parents in ball gowns and suits. She looked at them all with a puzzled look on her face; until she finally remembered what day it was. Tonight was Halloween.
She had always hated Halloween. People dressed up as werewolves, witched, and vampires, mocking the world that she lived in. Of course they wouldn’t have known that, but, it was still offensive. Plastic fangs, witched hats and brooms, werewolf masks and claws; the whole thing was a stupid and silly trick.
She slipped through the rotating door and walked through the many levels of the parking deck until she got to the top. She clicked her cars alarm and Vampwolf in the rock version started playing. Destiny giggled to herself as she walked over, slipped inside the lime green wrangler jeep, and slid the key in the ignition to silence the alarm. The car rumbled to life, and she started to speed away towards McKinley Mansion.
The city lights flew past her eyes, and car horns shot through the air (directed at her, of course). A few minutes later, she was twisting and turning through the country side roads. The smell of pine trees filled the air, and then, blood. Her eyes became more focused and her hands gripped the steering wheel, fighting against her natural instincts. The long road leading to the McKinley Mansion was partly hidden by over grown weeds, growing bushes, and giant trees. She slowed down as she turned down the drive way and started towards the house. The more she drove, the more her car bounces and pounded from music.
The trees parted and she saw the breath taking mansion; for magical creatures only of course. Werewolves, vampires, fairies, goblins, trolls, ogres, witches, the whole nine yards were in front of and inside the giant house. The McKinley Mansion was beautiful, its white outside covered with the ivy green vines crawling up its sides and the little pink flowers were still blooming here and there. The wooden shutters were on the outside instead of the inside of the house, but considering its age that was normal.
Destiny climbed out, touching her shoulder to make sure the bag was still there and ran her hand through her hair and smiled. She was here for business and had to resist the urge to join the party. She headed down the gray stone path towards the front door of the house, squeezing her way through two witchs having a squabble about weather humans were really as good of a test subject as they seemed.
She slowly walked up the wooden stairs, her hand gracefully gliding along on the hand rail. She came to a hallway, and went to the very last door as instructed. The upper floor was deserted, mostly because people really didn’t find it nearly as attractive as its older and classier lower level. The shabby door creaked open, revealing a medium fairy and another vampire whom she had never meet. She closed th
This is actually part 1. I only meant part 2 as in I’ll be posting many stories, but each one (depending on the part) is a different story. Here is the key if you are interested in my stories
Just plain What do you think of my story? Is- The City of Tomorrow
Glass Roses-What do you think of my story? Part 2? is Glass Roses.
Trickery in Mintoshie-What do you think of my story? Part 3? is Trickery in Ministoshie.
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I love it. Even though I havent read part 1, it still makes sense, sort of. Great language and writing!