1 The Beginning

He moves tentatively as she quivers, his eyes piercing through her like star lit beams, the silent and unspoken fear, seeping through the walls. In a quick swoop he strikes, like a bandit in the night. She cries, soft agonizing tears. The night progresses with futile screams and sadistic laughs until quiet silence rips and bellows through the walls.

Lucian shifts in his bed, as the light of morning warms his smooth, sun bronzed skin and lights up his wavy oak brown hair. His bright but cold hazel eyes flutter open and he and reaches for his phone, stretching and sitting up in the process. A small groan escapes his lips as he turns on his phone, the brightness illuminating from the screen causing him to squint and cock his head slightly as to escape the unforgiving light. After his eyes adjust and grow accustom, he looks at his phone again; It reads Monday, January 1st 9:44am. He blinks a few times staring at his phone before flicking on the light switch just beside his bed and rushing to the bathroom. He runs his hands through his hair in a worried hurry, mumbling to himself, "Shit! If I'm late for this stupid class again I'm fucked. Dammit!" He looks at himself in the mirror, to check himself over. He was immaculate. Tall, slender but muscular, everything was perfect except the crimson smeared across his face, torso, and lower body. "Damn. I'll need to change my sheets too." He utters before grabbing a fresh pair of clothes. He changes briskly, mumbling to himself, "That stupid bitch got all my shit dirty… If she hadn't pissed me off I wouldn't have had to... Ah, dumb bitch…" He goes back into the bathroom and washes his hands. The water running like a rushing crimson river. Lucian's lips curl into a smirk before returning to his irritated demeanor, "See what I have to put up with. Fucking bullshit." He then quickly strips, taking his, dirty clothes and puts them in the trash, sighing. He then puts on his fresh change of cloths and washes any access blood away. Lucian then goes down to the first floor and grabbing his keys and textbooks, out the door, going to his car. He owned a 2008 Ford Fusion with glimmering black paint and tinted windows. He gets in and turns the car on, the engine immediately roaring to life. Putting his books onto the passenger seat he starts in his way.