Night Awakening

Night Awakening (Working Title)

Chapter One

       Vianca Mordant thinks she’s loosing her mind. She’s always been a skeptic and a non-believer, her feet firmly planted on the ground, but lately she’s been seeing things; small things that others might brush off, but that she can’t get out of her mind. Like the man with the violet eyes that she swears was sitting in the back of the bus earlier that was now standing across the street from her house. Or the lady with the red hair that she thought she saw every night sitting on the roof of the Runway Inn only to look again and she’d be gone. She gets that “hair standing up on the back of her neck feeling” every time she leaves the house now.

       These occurrences, however, aren’t the only reason that she feels she’s loosing her mind. “Things” have been happening to her. Just this morning when the alarm clock went off, she’d hit the snooze, and the alarm clock disintegrated.  Then she’d jumped out of bed so high that she’d hit her head on the ceiling. There were other small things as well, smelling the cologne of men from across the room, hearing conversations going on in the hallway from her desk. Her senses were going crazy and she didn’t know why.

       Now she was staring out the window in her bedroom, watching the man with the violet eyes. He stands there looking up at her window and she swears he can see her, despite the darkness of the room. The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk and Vianca gets goosebumps.

        “Vianca?,” she hears from within the house.

        “Coming,” she yells. When she turns back to the man on the street, he’s gone.

 

         Aria Mordant, yells for her sister again, “Vianca!” She hears footsteps coming from across the hall and looks up as her twin enters the room. Her sister has always reminded her of a princess. Not the spoiled kind, because they were both far from that, but the kind with graceful beauty. Despite being identical twins, Aria has always thought Vianca was the prettier one. They both were tall and thin with waist-long black hair and bright green eyes, but it always seemed that while Aria looked wiry and lanky, Vianca looked sleek and sexy. It was even more apparent now with Vianca wearing tight black jeans, a green camisole top, and black heels while Aria was wearing black yoga pants and a purple tank top. Aria was pretty, but plain, Vianca was drop-dead gorgeous.

         “What?” Vianca asked, stepping into the room.

         “Where have you been? It’s late.”

         “I took the long way home. Instead of walking across the park and getting on the A bus I took the B bus from in front of the club. It takes twice as long but I was not going to walk across the park in the dark, I still am getting that feeling that I’m being followed.”

         “Me, too. Today there was this weird guy sitting in the back of the restaurant. I swear after I left, I saw him in the parking lot.”

         “Long black hair, weird violet eyes and dressed to kill?”

        “Yes! That’s the guy!”

        “I saw him too, he was on the bus and then he was standing outside across the street just now.”

        “What do you think he wants?” Aria asked.

        “I don’t know but I don’t like it. You think we should call Sterling?” Sterling Haut was the girls’ foster brother. He lived across town with his girlfriend, Stacie. He’d moved out six months ago and while not related by blood, loved the girls like sisters and was very protective.

       “I don’t know, but if we don’t and something happens, he’s going to kill us.”

      “Ok, I’ll call him in the morning. Go get some sleep.”

      Vianca turned around and headed towards the door. She turned back, smiled and said, “Goodnight, sis!” then walked out the door and across the hall.

      Aria smiled at her sister, “Goodnight.” She shut the door, climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep wondering about the violet-eyed man.