Alaina's POV:

Dark.

Everywhere is only darkness.

I don't even know where I'm at or how i even got here.I can't even remember the last thing i did.

I tried screaming, i tried running, but nothing works.

My screams won't come out more than a whisper. My running doesn't get me anywhere because my feet feel so much heavier i can barely even move them.

In that moment of being in a dark, void like state i feel something for the first time.

A gust of wind touch my back making my turn around with a jerk.

Nothing. There's nothing behind me either.

Another gust of cold, very cold wind rushes past me once more, making me face to where i was looking before. Still i dont see anythig.

But this time, i hear something. It took me a second to realize it's not my own voice reaching my ear.

No, it's a man's voice.

It's like a whisper in my ear to the left. I jump with a shiver running down my body and look to my left. The moment i move my eyes to my left i heard it once again. this time it comes to my right ear.

I get startled once more.

What's happening? where am i? who is here with me.

I scream all these questions but here no answer. i barely even hear my own voice.

Then i see something.

Like a small beacon in the surrounding darkness, it came. Like fire it shone. I immediately focused on it and tried to get close to it.

When i took a few steps closer, i see it's not a beacon but an orb.

It's not one.

There are two. two balls of golden fire shone at a distance.

I tries getting even closer and when i did i saw that halted me in my steps. Not fire, nor orbs. they are eyes.

A pair of shining eyes stared back at me from a great wide distance.

When i stopped in my steps, they started moving. Then in a flash they moved away like lightening. i look around and couldn't see them anywhere.

This time i hear the voice again. it's calling again. The silky smooth voice of a man calls again.

I don't who who's he's calling to but he's saying something.

And he's behind me.

I turn around abruptly and there i see the same glowing gold eyes. there move a little to the left like a predator slowly moving around it's prey.

Just when i feel like its going to disappear again. i hear him call again.

I feel his deep voice, laced with immense amounts of pain, longing, yearning slide deep into my bones, making me breathless. For some reason i know he's calling to me. Even though he's not saying my name.

All he keep repeating is...

"Seraphina."

I hear him again. Why is he calling me that?

"I- I'm not S-Seraphine-" I try informing him that he's mistaken but my words were cut short immediately. Because the moment i said that the eyes slowly changed.

They weren't the same serene melted gold eyes I've been staring at, anymore. it turned in a second from fire of a warm sun to the fire of darkest pits of hell laced with blood and a promise of hurt.

I unknowingly took a step back and i suddenly rushed at me.

All i saw was the flash of deep red haunting eyes lunging towards me and a full of menace with intent of kill rich voice in my ear, calling the same thing it's been saying, "Seraphina," right before the darkness took me again and my head started pounding by an unimaginable loud sound of banging.

I startled up in a sitting position and looked around frantically to find the predator again but all i get was a boring looking wardrobe.

The sun rays suddenly hit my eye and I stirred in my bed to escape away from the assaults of both, the rays in my eyes and the constant banging of my bedroom door in my ears.

Bang bang bang...

i soon realized, what felt so real and as scary as taking a piss in the middle of nowhere at night, was actually a dream.

No, more like a nightmare. Gosh! what did i eat last night to have seen such a horrifying dream?

Those scary bloody-quite literally bloody- eyes immediately came to my mind.

I don't remember the entire dream but i sure as hell can't forget the change of those gold eyes to red pits of hellfire and it lunging at me like a hungry predator.

Although i'm not sure, but i could swear i saw a flash of white before i jerked awake, could those have been teeth?

"Alaina Blair Gabrielle, get up! Its already 8 am, you're going to be late for your flight...again, if you dont get your skinny ass out of that bed. Now!"

My aunts frantic voice reach my ears and made me come back to my reality. which today, also isn't as great as the dream i was just thinking about.

Oh great!

As if the day wasn't dreading enough, now my aunt is going to chew me alive if I miss yet another flight for the infamous "painesville". Just like the name, it truly happens to be a pain in the ass!

And it Also happens to be my hometown.

Yes, most people would be all mushy gushy about the town or city they we were born in or was brought up in, or just simply lived most their lives in.

I, on the other hand, had not too fond memories of that place.

Its as if that town has not brought anything but death and chaos upon the Gabrielle name.

But no matter what, the Gabrielles never abandoned the town they helped build, and all the people in it. Even though they all end up 5 feet below the same ground they called their beloved town, all by tragic accidents; shady I know.

The curse -if I may call it- is to this extent that I'm probably the only Gabrielle left, that is if there are no potential hidden offsprings from the Gabrielle conquests soo famous around town; which was ofcourse way before my time. Maybe my great great uncles or grand dads weren't that boring afterall. They certainly did know how to give the people something to talk about-people need that- especially when you're living in a town not much a bigger then a city block and a population of about the size of patients in an asylum, always gradually increasing but never decreasing, yet never overflowing too.

There's not much I have, to remember about that town maybe the only fond memory I have of that place, a proper one that is, is of my best friend.

Even though we were seperated when we were only kids, our friendship continued to this day, mostly through phones, internet, occasional visits-from her side ofcourse.

Aside from that all I have is but a few glimpses of -what I think- is my parents and I as a family before that dreadful day.

After that day nothing stayed the same, not me, not the people, not even the town.

And now I have to go back there.

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Saying goodbyes to my aunt was really hard, she is the only family I have left and i've spent more than half my life with her, in her care and love, she is soo much like my mother in soo many ways, I guess thats what being sisters means.

I have no sister or any sibling for that matter.

Just a pubescent cousin who is mostly locked up in his room doing what most the teenagers do, which I dont even want to mention.

And now I go back to my past to shape a future for myself.

Well literally.

I was planning to apply for college as soon as I graduated high school, that's when I received the call.

Turns out my parents were looking out for me and planning for my future even when I still took my poops in a nappy.

The lake Erie college of -none other than- Painesville, Ohio, called to lay the good/bad news that I was supposed to join them because my parents had already paid them for my education through funding the college when it was in its early days of becoming a fully approved college.

And now I had only two choices

Either ignore them and all the plans and dreams my parents saw for me and tried their best to make them come true.

Or for the sake of my parents wish, I go back, to the place I was rescued from.

Well that's all too depressing!

But on the bright side, I happen to love lemonade!

How is that relevant to my situation? Ofcourse it is. The life is totally giving me lemons and loads of them, that is.

So as they say, when life gives you lemons, what do you do with them?

Well ofcourse I'm not gonna throw the perfectly good lemons.

I might just make loads of lemonades, , suck it up, get fresh and show that stupid town what I'm made of.

And that's definitely not lemons!