Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Scarlet didn't say a word, watching him leave in silence. Her hand went up to her throat, still feeling the bruising force that he had on her, and it made her tear up. She hated that... Hated how he had gotten to her enough to make her cry, but she had never experienced such person. It not only caught her off guards, but frightened her, leaving her speechless. Turning to Dr. Haskell, her blue eyes swimming with tears. Not being able to a form words for a moment, she just stood there, feeling ashamed at how weak she appeared. Her slender figure shook, letting Preston's malicious words echo through her mind. It was clear that while she did not have the slightest clue about her previous life as Persephone, Preston did. He knew her history well, and from the way he spit his words out like he was ridding his mouth from their bitter after taste, he despised her for it. What the hell was he talking about? she finally demanded, but her voice came out as a croak. Her skin crawling with the replaying of Preston's retort in her head, Scarlet looked at the doctor with a pleading expression. She wanted him to tell her that Preston was not mentally stable, that he was wrong... Her history never collided with his, and she was not to worry about it ever doing so in the future. But by the way the elderly man said, Preston is no man to strike up a fight with, even for you , Persephone, made her realize that she would not be receiving the answer she hoped for. In fact, Preston was not only correct, but he was the thing she was to worry about most. Leaving her question in the air, too on edge to hear her fear confirmed, Scarlet turned toward her room. A small, weak sniffle could be heard as she opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, keeping her eyes away from the doctor. She did not need one more person thinking she was too weak to care for herself, even if she was starting to believe it was true. Her mother was right... Scarlet was too fragile. The click of a lock could be heard from her side of the mahogany door as Scarlet entered her bedroom, and she placed her hand over her mouth. Scarlet had never been an emotional person in her life time, but for some reason, Preston has struck a cord with her. She couldn't tell if it was because of the way he squeezed at her throat, daring her to breath as he spoke to her, or the way his green eyes seemed to burst in flames at the sight of her. His temper frightened her, but the way he looked at her made her stomach twist. She had seen those eyes before. It was as if she had the depths of them memorized without even knowing they had existed. In fact, his heated gaze was the one thing the erased all doubt of the reason she was brought here from her mind, for she knew there was no way that she had not crossed their path before. ---------- It was still so cold . That was the first thing that Scarlet deter minded about the next day in the manor, her feet hitting the wood floor when she woke up. Snow still came from the sky with a steady flow, making Scarlet think of how her mother used to sift the powdered sugar over her famous chocolate bunt cake. Looking up, Scarlet noticed that the gold hands of the clock in her room were both on the twelve. It confused her for a moment, wondering how it could already be so late. But the truth was, she had tossed and turned all night in the large bed, nightmares flowing through her mind at a constant. Preston's green eyes haunted each and every one of them, making her wake up with a start. Walking toward her private bathroom, her bedroom door still locked from the night before, Scarlet let her nightgown slip to the the floor in a puddle around her feet. She did not care if they were offended she did not attend breakfast, nor lunch. Let them worry, she thought. But as she stepped into the steaming shower, letting the water roll down the curves of her youthful breasts and hips, she realized that it was not that she did not want to see the other people who inhabited the manor, but instead, did not want to chance another encounter with Preston. After all, she spent her whole life listening to her mother tell her that it was safer to just stay inside, away from the danger. It was seven that evening before Scarlet finally emerged from her room, dressed in jeans and pale blue, v-neck sweater that hugged at her feminine curves. Tucking a lock of golden hair behind her ear, she quietly made her way down the stair case and toward the library. It was time for her to find out exactly who Persephone was... Of course, it did not take long for her to find several books on the Goddess, for they were already sitting at a table in front of an arm chair by the fire. It was as if someone was already doing research on her, each and every book with her name in the title. Eyebrows furrowed, Scarlet pulled her socked feet up underneath her in the arm, one of the large, aged books in her lap, and began to scan the pages.