Silent Serenade

By GN Perone

Chapter One: For the Love of Hell

Viruna suppressed a yawn as he slowly opened his eyes, squinting in adjustment to the bright light beaming at him from the other side of his room. He had forgotten to turn off the lamp when he was reading the night before. He stood up, unfamiliar with the tiredness that left his vision in a murky haze and the rumbling growls emanating from his stomach. It had only been a day since he arrived in New Dreamz, New Jersey, and he already hated it.

If his father hadn't banished him, he'd still be in his kingdom, carefree and without any feeling whatsoever. He was still immortal, but he had the feelings of a human driving him crazy. And he was stuck with those feelings until his father's requirements were met.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly walked out of his room and into the kitchen of his one floor house that he happened to be sharing with his sister, April. The smell of pancakes and bacon hovering around the house, leading him to the newly decorated kitchen. White stone-like squares covered the floor in replacement of the ratty blue carpet that used to be there, barely attached to the ground by four crooked nails. His sister's soft humming lingered around his ears as he sat down at the small round kitchen table.

The humming stopped as April looked over her shoulder and gave Viruna a perfect bright smile. "Morning, Viruna, what's up homie from anotha motha?" she asked, doing a terrible interpretation of the guy we first met when arriving in New Dreamz. Viruna was ready to go back home the minute he stepped foot on New Dreamz because of that guy.

Viruna blinked, staring at her blankly before saying, "Don't ever do that again."

"Of course, Runey, you're the only guy that can say things while seeming to be polite," she mused playfully, picking up her white spatula and flipping over a browning pancake on the frying pan.

"My name is Vincent here," he retorted nonchalantly, pulling his hair brush out of his backpack and tugging it through his charcoal black locks. His thick hair wasn't too long, and his side bangs hung in front of his right eye as he continued detangling it.

April raised her dark thin eyebrows as the pancakes sizzled angrily on the frying pan. "You bring a brush with you in your backpack, Vincey? I knew you were conceited, but you don't want the whole school to think that too, right?" she laughed, shaking her head lightly. She lifted a porcelain colored hand to tuck a few jet black strands safely behind her ear, the corners of her lips upturned.

He glared at her coldly, holding his hair brush defensively. "Today's a bad hair day," he explained simply, regaining his posture as he cleared his throat. He lifted a large book from the kitchen table and scanned over the front cover. Deciding it wasn't worth reading, Viruna simply threw it over his shoulder, letting it drop to the ground with an emanatingbang.

"So, why are you going to school again? Trying to get a rise out of dad, or are you just trying to get away from me?" April asked, looking over the pancakes with satisfaction as she scooped them off of the frying pan with her spatula and plopped them equally on the two plates set in front of her. She then walked carefully over to Viruna with two plates of pancakes and bacon, cloudy steam rising faintly in the air.

"Just trying to get away from you," Viruna replied easily, snatching the plate from April's outstretched hand.

April sat down across from him and laughed aloud. "At least you're being honest," she chirped, grabbing a piece of bacon and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing like a cow.

That gained a raised eyebrow from Viruna as he was just about mid-bite into a piece of his bacon. He decided on putting the bacon down and starting with the pancakes, but just before he could even think about eating one his sister cut one of hers in half and pushed it into her mouth, surely chewing loudly enough that their father could hear them from his kingdom below. He sighed impatiently with slight irritation shimmering in his emerald green eyes.

Viruna dropped his fork and knife on the table, suddenly losing his appetite by seeing what pancakes and bacon look like right before they were swallowed and decapitated. He stood up abruptly when he glanced at the clock hanging from one of the walls, snatching his backpack and mumbling a few incoherent words before sliding out the door. He thought he heard April's saccrhine laugh bouncing off the walls because she accomplished giving her brother a queasy stomach.

He took in a deep breath as he felt the winter air hit his face with much more force than he had expected. One side of his mouth twitched as he felt the cold traveling throughout his body. What's the point of being cooped up in the kingdom all your life when you could be making yourself useful? His father once asked, right before he kicked Viruna's stubborn butt out of the kingdom. Only two hours into his first day and Viruna already had about fifty answers to that. Viruna slowly looked down at his attire. Make that fifty-one answers.

Viruna immediately shot back into the house and up to his room. He pushed open the sliding door of his closet, revealing a few t-shirts and some jeans neatly folded on a shelf. He hated hanging things up, it always took too much of his time.

He reached up and picked out a simple black t-shirt and a baggy pair of faded blue jeans. After he had gotten out of his pajamas (which happened to reside of just his boxers and a green t-shirt), he rushed out the door with more pride, swiftly grabbing his jacket before escaping the wrath of his little sister. She would taunt him for weeks about the mistake.

"Ha! So, Vincey, hows the breeze out there? I think those bunnies on your boxers were getting a bit chilly!" a feminine voice quipped from behind him.

He stopped short and turned around to glower at April for a few seconds. "For the love of hell . . . ," he muttered to himself. "Why can't that girl just find a friend and leave me alone?"

He practically stomped over to his car, before shouting over his shoulder, "They were ferrets! Not bunnies!" He groaned inwardly as her laugh only increased in volume. "Don't burst your gut, you might actually need it later from all those pancakes you were shoving down your throat," he stated, trying to recover from his "ferrets" slip up. She stopped laughing.

A scowl shadowed over his face as he pulled open the door to his gleaming red convertible, stepping in and pushing the key into the ignition. He looked out the window, only to see her chatting up some guy that lives next door. With a roll of his eyes, Viruna backed out of the driveway and sped off to school.

What a wonderful start to a wonderful day . . .

He spurted out random sarcastic sentences in his head before arriving at his new school, New Dreamz High.

What kind of school has the name New Dreamz? Whoever named this town must have been drunk when he picked out the name, along with being mentally handicapped for thinking "dreams" was spelled with a 'z' instead of an 's'.

His car slid into a parking space on the side of the road, and he was ready to punch something and knock its teeth out. Though he mostly hoped to blend in and not be noticed. After all, if there was an "accidental death" on his first day, and he stuck out too much, he would be in some pretty deep shit on his first day in New Dreamz.

And he knew that wouldn't end too well if they found out phoning his father would be no use. Normal human phones can't travel signals to other dimensions, he didn't think.

He let out a deep breath that he was unconsciously holding for the whole ride. And how was he going to handle high school himself? He was already through with it in his dimension once, and he sure as hell didn't want to deal with being "Mr. Rich and Pampered" all over again. But that's what he got for being the son of a king of everything evil and cruel. Now he had a new chance that he would happily give up at any given time.

He released his tight grip from the steering wheel, feeling a little bit of an ache in his hands from holding the wheel so tightly, and took the keys out of the ignition, the faint renditions of rap music instantly disappearing. And then he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

His head quickly jerked to the left to look out his window and his eyes flashed upon a certain girl, rushing to get across the street with the heavy labor of books in her hands. Obviously the girl hadn't gotten the memo of the quite useful invention of "the backpack", but it was something different about this average big-brained red-head. She had a mark on her wrist, that was naturally almost beat red from carry a boatload of books that gently rubbed against her chin as she scuttled across the wide street. It was a burn in the shape of a music note, on her wrist.

What unnerved him the most is that she didn't cover it, and it was completely in view of anyone who wished to see. Possibly an enemy. But then again they might not have gotten to her yet and there is the possibility she doesn't know.

For some reason she stopped dead in the middle of the road, two bright lights bouncing off of her right side. Her eyes were wide and she stared down the road like a deer caught in headlights. Although that's literally what was happening with the exception that she wasn't a deer but a cute high school girl. His mouth gaped and his eyes locked on her. If he wanted to retaliate he'd better move fast.

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Okay, I know I'm in no position to start a new story, but this one I will REALLY update since it is all planned out. By the way, if you didn't know, Viruna is supposedly a represent of the devil, prancing around earth in the form of a hot guy, luring in females to supposedly . . . well . . . suck out their souls or something like that. But don't worry, "Vincent" is quite the Lottie rebel. So . . . hahaha, you must deal with this terrible cliff hanger (well, maybe not so terrible, but I'm trying). Please review because you know you love me (: Well, you might not know me but I'm sure that when you do you will be ecstatic. -grins widely- Don't worry, I'm not stuck up or anything.

But pleeeaaaasse review and I will gladly update soon for my dear little readers.

Oh, and if there are any mistakes at all or if you want to see anything happen, don't hesitate to PM me or click that little smiley button at the bottom of the screen to review. (: It don't bite-chya.

-GN Perone