Gone Twisted

It was the evening of 31st October 1998, most commonly known as Halloween.

A strawberry blond girl was standing in her room and let her fingers glide down the red dress that she had just slipped over her body. Looking up into the mirror, she eyed herself up and down. The blood red dress accentuated her every curve, but still managed to cover up every imperfection that she found in her figure. Her hair lay loosely around her shoulders and her dark make-up made her emerald green eyes shine through and pierce whatever she looked at.

She only wore two simple pieces of jewelry, that meant the world to her and that she never took off since she had retrieved her belongings. Around her neck she slowly fingered the amulet that she had gotten from her aunt, not quite a year ago, for her birthday. It was a very simple flat piece of metal with runes engraved into it and a ring that hung on the same chain, placed right in front of the amulet. The other piece of jewelry was the simple moonstone ring that had given her for Christmas by a very important boy.

With a satisfied nod at the mirror, the girl slipped into her blood red stiletto heels, but she didn't leave the room yet.

The party that she was about to go on to had already started a few minutes ago and she had already heard the laughs and greetings as more and more people joined the festivities. She knew most of the people that were gathering in the lower floor, people she worked side by side with, people she was used to ordering around, people she despised. But there were two people there that she couldn't wait to see, two people that her heart had longed for, for such a long time.

There was a knock on the door.

"I'm coming," the girl called out, letting her gaze sweep over her mirrored body once more. Bracing herself for the next couple of hours, the girl walked towards the door gracefully and smiled as she opened up and was welcomed by the pale face of her master.

At the first sight of the pair, the room went eerily quiet. Every conversation stopped on the spot, the air went out of the peoples lungs and the lights seemed to flicker in doubt.

Step by step the cloaked figure slowly swept down the stairs, next to him the petite strawberry blond girl with the blood red dress. Brimming with confidence the pair of them descended to the other party guests.

A smile played on the girls lips as she let her cold eyes fly over the assembled party, evaluating every person to his core, making a shiver run even through the oldest of them all.

When the pair reached the bottom of the staircase, the girl turned to look at the cloaked figure beside her, bowing deeply before walking away without an verbal exchange of words.

Two figures at the other end of the room watched this show in horror when they realized who the girl next to the cloaked man was. Horrified they watched the girl walk up to a group of teenagers, their former friends, and talk to them with superiority.

A pug-faced girl giggled at the others words, let her hand rest on the thin arms of the other, who smiled at her shallowly. The third girl, with the white blond hair, held onto the shoulders of another girl squeezing tightly as she introduced her to the strawberry blond, as if introducing her to the Dark Lord himself.

Another group of teenagers joined them, all herding around the red dressed girl as if she were their Sheppard, while the centre of attention regarded them all with a cold merciless air.

Every now and again, they noticed the girl’s eyes stray away from her minions towards them. Eyeing the group of three up and down. The one of them was a minion of hers, just like the rest of those flocking around her. Sure, he was more important then the others, nearly a friend again, but still only a minion. But the other two were so much more. For one there was the beautiful black haired girl standing in the middle of the group, her brown eyes screaming at her. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with a French tulle skirt and a shirred satin waistband accented with large Swarovsky rhinestones cinches around her waist. The other was a tall boy, with high cheekbones, dark skin, and long, brown slanting eyes that regarded her with confusion that slowly morphed into disdain while watching her intently.

After a few more minutes, the blond girl excused herself from the sheep and walked up to the three of them, slowly, calculating every step. Chase was the first to greet her, by walking a few steps in her direction, while the others stayed still.

"Ash! Its awesome to see you again, in real life that is!" Chase said snickering a bit as he hugged his friend.

Not letting her eyes stray from the other two for a couple of seconds to long, Ash hugged her friend back and smiled at him when they pulled apart again. "Its good to see you too," she answered and then let her eyes rush over to the other two again. "Hello," she whispered, nor really audible, but the others heard.

"Hello," they said in unison, unsure of how to react. They hadn't thought that they would see her again tonight, like this. Swiftly their gazes met and a she saw terror fill their eyes.

Eyeing her cautiously, Blaise opened his mouth to speak, but Ash cut him off, "Its nice to see you again," she said slowly and closed the distance between the her and her friends and let her hand slip around both their shoulders, pulling them into a uncomfortable hug.

"This is not the time for questions nor answers, meet me in an hour in the gardens," she whispered hurriedly and pulled back again, letting the other two shocked.

"Well, I have a few more engagements I have to see through, I will catch you again later," she said with a small innocent smile, before turning herself away from the two of them and walking away, towards the Dark cloaked figure who had his eyes set on her ever since she had walked up to the two outsiders.