Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*


4. Dreams and Nightmares


I walked out to my car, ready to just get home. To say that I was a little traumatized by today’s events was an understatement. I wasn’t sure of how they did things there, but it was apparent that humans didn’t come around often.   I looked over to find Harry tapping on my window. I rolled it down. “Yes, sir?”   “Can I see your phone?” he asked.   “Uh...” I looked over to the passenger seat and picked it up. “Sure,”   He took it from my hands and started to punch something into it. He handed it back, and it had his number displayed.   “Text me your address tonight,” he said.    “Okay. See you tomorrow,”   “See you,”   I pulled out and headed home. I needed to get this day out of my head, but the image of Mark full on attacking me just because I’m human wouldn’t leave my mind. All I could do in that situation was just curl up in a ball. That still surprised me. Why was I so afraid of some vampire?   Oh yeah.   He’s a vampire.   But why do I trust Harry so much?   I spent the rest of the afternoon meandering around London, looking for things to do. In all honesty, there wasn’t much for me to look at; I’d seen everything that I would ever want to see, so I decided to just go home.   I pulled into my driveway and headed up the cobblestone steps. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door, a click sounding.   “Hey, Cass,” Marie called from the kitchen as I came in. I sat my bag down.   “Hey! I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” I started. I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table. “You knew this was a vampire school you signed me up for, did you?”   She huffed. “But its a really nice school--”   “I got attacked today,” I interrupted, taking a bite. “I wasn’t hurt, though,”   She gave me a questioning look. Marie came over and started to inspect me, starting with my neck. “Huh,” she said. “You would think in a vampire school you’d have gotten hurt--”   “Marie!” I exclaimed.   “I’m just looking at this realistically!”   “Well, I met a friend who protected me from them,” I finished. “Andhe’scomingovertomorrowatseventopickmeupfordinner,” I mumbled quickly.     “A HE?” she emphasized. “No, you’re not going,”   “Marie, you are being SO unreasonable! He practically saved my life today. Can’t you him him take me out?” I questioned.   She sighed. “I don’t know. I need to meet him.”   “he’s coming over at six tomorrow night. Meet him. He’s so sweet,”   She laughed, shaking my shoulders. “Okay I’ll meet him!” She went back over to the stove, where she was cooking dinner. “Hey, food’s done, by the way,”   “What are we having?” I asked, peering over her shoulder.   “Spaghetti and meatballs,” she said, setting up a plate. “Here you go, ma’am,”   “Thank you!” I thanked, taking my plate to the living room and sitting on the couch. Marie followed suit.   “So, tell me about this boy,” she pressed.   For the next two hours we talked about Harry, and what he did for me the whole day.   “Don’t you think this is a little rushed?” she asked.   “I think it is a little,” I agreed. “But he kind of saved me from these boys that wanted my blood, so I at least want an explanation as to why he did it,”   She smiled. “He seems nice. We’ll just have to see what he’s like in person,”   I nodded and stood up. “I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Marie,”   She gave her goodnights and I trotted up the stairs, getting ready for bed.   ~Those moments when your nightmares become reality and your dreams continue on inside your head are scary. No one can deny that. Its when the dreams and nightmares are entangled in one. When you’re not sure whether your reality is a dream or a nightmare. Or when a person is a manifestation of those dreams and nightmares. That’s the scariest moment of all.~   My eyes fluttered open, squinting at the distant light coming from yonder window break (sorry I’m a bit of a Shakespearean in my head). I groaned and flipped over, hiding under the covers. That's when the smell of pancakes wafted into my room. I flipped the covers quickly, dropping my warm, raw feet onto the cold hardwood beneath me. I didn't care though; pancakes were my calling. I dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen, just in time to find Marie setting a plate down.   "Thanks, Marie," I rushed, shoveling my first bite in. These were amazing. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" I muffled through a mouthful of fluff.   She laughed. "I hope that's not your way of bribing me for more,"   I swallowed. "But it is. These are really good. You should like, quit being a poet and be a chef. You'd get somewhere in life," I stated, waging my fork at her.   She laughed and shoved me lightly. "Being a poet has got me PLENTY of places, you jerk,"   I laughed, finishing off the pancake. "So, that second pancake?"   "Not happening," she said. "We're picking a dress out for you. You didn't happen to bring a bunch of dresses did you?"   I looked at her, almost insulted by what she just said. "Are you insinuating that I'm not girly enough to have a lot of dresses?" She just stood there. "That's because you're right. I actually only brought a couple with me,"   "Well then we must shop for them!"   We spent the rest of the day shopping, and came back at about four. Plenty of time to get ready.    Five-forty-five rolled around, and I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at Marie, who was still braiding my hair.    "I'll get it," Marie said, handing me the braid to hold. She came back with Harry, who was dressed in a dark blue polo and  khakis.   "Well don't you look dashing?" I commented, giving him a smile.  "Sorry that I'm not ready yet. She's still doing my hair and I've got to put my dress on." Marie came back over and started to work on it again. "I hope you don't mind waiting,"   He shook his head. "I don't mind at all," He smiled. "is it alright if I take a seat on your bed?"   "Go for it," I answered. He walked over and sat down. Marie looked at me and gave me the 'check one' look, because she's assessing him while he's here. So far, he's doing really well.   "And...." she drew out. "Done. Look, you look gorgeous, babe,"   I looked at myself in the mirror. I really did look pretty. I smiled and turned to Harry.   "Does this look okay?" I asked.   He gave me a thumbs up. "You look perfect,"   I blushed. "Thanks," I mumbled, turning around. He laughed. "I'm going to get dressed now. I'll be out in a bit,"   He nodded and I dashed away into the bathroom, changing into my pink spring dress. Hopefully he would like it. I walked out and stood before him. His eyes widened. He didn't like it.    "You look beautiful, Cassidy," he said, standing up. "Just thought I should tell you,"   I smiled a small smile. "Thank you, Harry,"   "You're welcome, Cass." He clapped his hands together. "So, how about dinner? You ready to go?"   "Yep," I grabbed my purse and followed him out. "Marie I'll be back in a little while,"   "Okay, just stay safe," she shouted. We left and headed out for his car.   I wonder what this will be like...
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