Behind The Pretties

"NO!"
"Come to us, pretty-pretty,"
"Leave me ALONE!"
"Come to us…"
"NO!!!'

The dark shadowed room lit up in red flaming glare. Wait, what just happened? The flame came out from her bare body simply covered by a lacey white nightdress. She woke up in utter shock; grasping for air, her body cold and sweaty. She took hold of my great grandmother’s necklace: An antique solid platinum chain with a huge blue sapphire stone pendant, a beauty, indeed. It was given to her when her mother, Flora Raar, was said to be murdered. She stared at it, it was glowing. She shook it away, closed her eyes and put on her white Lady GaGa HeartBeats earphones. Music calmed her; she sank into another dream as her iPod lull her to sleep.

Who is she?

"My name is Tiara Raar. I am a spitting younger image of my mother, but instead of red ringlets, I have straight light brown hair instead. I still have her ice blue eyes though. When I was 2, my mother was said to be murdered by a dark power surrounding the small town. Due to being the only child and heiress to the Raar Empire, ran by Mother, I was sent to Partchie, a small town in England, a request from my mother. Eighteen and I will return back and handle the Raar Empire to continue my mother’s work. Two more years and I’m good to go."

Light was shimmering on her eyelids. She opened them to find that the night has gone. She straightened herself up, walked to her bathroom and took a quick shower. Today is a new day. She put on a floral printed white top paired with a denim mini skirt. Putting her hair down, She took her iPod, Blackberry and some money, stuffing £50 and a personalized Blackberry in her back pocket. She walked out the door and onto the streets of her hometown since she was 2. Her chauffer, nanny and butler were outside the living room, discussing world’s politics. Ignoring them, she walked right into her favourite bookstore, Charlie’s.

Her slim, pale-tanned figure reflected the glass window of the bookstore. Her blue sapphire necklace was hanging from her neck, strikingly beautiful. She went to the bookshelves when a stranger stumbled into her.

"Ouh! Sorry!" Tiara apologized immediately, a force of habit. As she was just about to hit the ground, her necklace fell off of her, the stone glowed.

Wait, where am I? Tiara thought as she was back on her feet, at a cemetery, all dark and gray. She walked around, the gravel on the path made sounds that echoed to her ears. A cold chill ran down her spine and she jerked, turned around. A lady in a cloak was 3 metres away from her, holding out a dead rose. She was pale, an unfamiliar face. Her red lips curled up into a smile.

"Come to us…" she whispered in a deep harsh voice.

Tiara’s breathing got heavier. "Who…Who are you???" she stuttered, knees trembling.

"Come to us…" she took a step forward, the same deep voiced whisper came out of her full red lips.

Her blood red Garnett stone pendant glowed and in the nick of time, she flew to Tiara Raar and attacked.