Warnings: Some strong language, violence, and a good bit of blood. For those who don't read stories with some magic in them, I suggest you leave. I won't be hurt for too long.

A/N: Okay, this is my new story, for those of you who are reading my others, I will still continue on them. Have no fear! I have writer's block on Ballroom Princess, and I have the day off of school tomorrow, which means no club, which means I won't be able to work on it. ~Lor

Prologue

There had always been something strange about Alia. It might have been how her hair naturally changed colors every half-year or so. It had gone from dark brown with tiny bits of gold and red tones to it, to a redder brown, to strawberry blonde, then to black, and many other tones. At one point in time, it even had natural purple tips! Now, it was dark brown again.
Maybe what was odd about Alia were her eyes. They too changed colors, and they often took on the strangest tones.
Maybe it was the way she always seemed to be distant. Maybe it was her secrecy. Maybe it was the fact that she always wore dark colors, particularly black. Maybe it was the fact that she went out late every night, and seemed to disappear into the darkness.
Whatever it was that made Alia weird, Cerridwyn didn't care. She and Alia had been friends for a long time, and a little strangeness wasn't going to change that.

"How long does it take you to get ready, Cerri?" Alia asked her friend, annoyed. She had spent the last hour waiting for Cerridwyn to be ready to go to the local café/bar where everyone hung out.
"Shut up, Alia!" Cerridwyn retorted.
"It's almost sunset! I've been waiting on you for an hour!" Alia shouted at her friend. If Cerridwyn kept it up much longer, she wouldn't be able to go out late. Alia was a rash girl, and she wasn't patient in the least. She was quick to anger, even at her best friend. Nobody could take her night away from her, not even her parents, though they'd tried.
"There's no need to yell, Alia," Cerri reprimanded. "I'm coming out." The bathroom door opened, and Alia groaned. "What?" Cerri demanded.
Alia was at a loss for words. Cerridwyn had tried to dress like a bad girl, but she had failed terribly. She was wearing black, clunky, high- heeled shoes, black hoes with a spider-web design on them, a black miny- skirt with a blood-red ruffle on the bottom, and a horrible white, short- sleeved shirt with bright green sleeves! She wore dark lipstick and blush, and had used some black eye shadow.
Alia buried her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. Cerridwyn could never dress like a bad girl.
"Cerri, you shouldn't have gone for the bad girl look," Alia said, but worried that they would be at her house for another hour she added, "Grab my black leather coat out of my closet and let's go!"
"Thanks Alia," Cerridwyn said with a grin.

The two left the house then and walked to the café. All the normal people were there, but there was one that caught Alia's eye.
"Shit! Cont! Cont! Cont!" she cussed, reverting to her native French, something she rarely did.
"What is it Alia?" Cerridwyn asked concern all over her face.
"Nothing," Alia muttered. She slipped silently into the crowd. She didn't want to be seen.
"Alia, there's something up! Just tell me already!" Cerridwyn hissed at her.
"I'll go find us a table if you'll get us some drinks," Alia said, ignoring Cerridwyn's glare.
"Fine," Cerri gave in and left to get them each a coke.