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Lacklan · (03-25-2023)

When Sarah Met Kenzi

~~December 2nd, 2016~~

“We are here, Blood Princess.”

Sarah Selena Lacklan smiles at herself in the mirror of her compact, pleased to see the excellent ‘war paint’ work she had done at the airport. Her lips were painted ruby and the black eyeliner wings stretched all the way to her temples, tiny nuances to accentuate her moonlight skin and red eyes. She puckers her lips and gives her reflection an air kiss before closing the compact and lowering her veil back over her face.

“The speed of our arrival was not TOO slow. I am nearly pleased.”

The man in the driver’s seat of the car gives her a deep nod, clearly happy to receive such high praise from her. As he should! As he exits the car and runs around to the back in order to open the door for her, she looks up at the ceiling of the car and uses the mirror to check her chest: Just the right amount of cleavage spilling out over the bodice, with a vial attached to a silver necklace nestled in between, and her pale shoulders giving way to long sleeves of lace which glittered with diamond dust. Before the door opens, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a small glass vial filled with red powder, pulls out the cork, places the edge to her nose, and snorts a nose-full of the powder. She shuts her eyes and groans as a shiver fills her body and drums her feet on the floor of the car.

And then she looks back up into the mirror and smiles contentedly.

She is Driven.

She wipes away a smudge of the red dust under her nose, gives the reflection another pouty-lipped kiss, and scoots out of the car, her stiletto heels clicking onto the pavement with a sharp ting!. Behind her, the doors of her escort car, also a stretched Lincoln, open and let four men out, all with buzzed heads and military uniforms. Sarah raises her right hand into the air and moves her fingers in a complicated series of gestures, and the four men rush forward and toward the large building beside them, each understanding her instructions.

“So pleased with myself for creating that language.”

Sarah looks up at the building as the four enter to secure it, her eyes running over the large C-T-N lettering. She blinks several times at the lights, which grow fuzzy as she looks at them, and growls.

“Ugh...I swear to Baby Jesus...I just got this new prescription. At this rate, I’ll need glasses before I turn twenty!”

She shakes her head at the nuisance of her contacts and strides forward, with the full knowledge that her driver would follow with her bag. Two of her men open the door for her, and she gives them the barest of smiles, and they bow their heads in sheer joy as she walks by. Through a hall she goes and her other two men hold open another set of doors. She gives them their greatest gift of her almost giving them her approval and walks into a crowded room.

Which stops all in one moment.

She had dealt with this her entire life. The infamous “Vampire of Lacklanland,” the sole heir to the House of Lacklan fortune, was an albino of such rarity where her skin and hair were the color of the moon and her eyes that of rubies. With a back straighter than any board and a chin raised a touch above the horizon, the Blood Princess had been an imposing figure even as a tiny child, and everyone in the world at least gave her a second take. Fear, revulsion, confusion, disgust.

The Circle Television Thanksgiving Party was no exception.

“Sarah!”

The Blood Princess’ face brightens under her veil when she hears a strong Chinese accent break from the crowd. With dark hair and pale skin, the monk known as Orchid broke through the crowd and made her way over, the action seeming to break the room’s haze and help them return to their party-going activities. Orchid steps a few feet away from Sarah, and the Blood Princess gives her a nod.

“Friend Orchid.”

Orchid shakes her head at the overly formal and guarded tone from Sarah.

“I am glad you could make it. And I’m sure Blasted Monk will be, too.”

Sarah rolls her eyes at the wink from her newfound friend. But when she opens her mouth to reply with some quick, another Chinese voice comes to her ears, though this one far less than natural.

“You leave now, Rat Eyes! No one want you here!”

Sarah lets out a long breath as a brunette with a pronounced nose storms over toward her.

“I have had about enough of your blatant racism, Dani. We albinos-”

“Not just eyes! Face like rat, too! Monk no want cold Ratface! Monk want Chinese curves!”

Sarah lets out another long breath over the words of the very, very, very NOT Chinese Dani Chow.

“For the seventh time...today...you are literally a Jewish lawyer! In fact-”

The clearing of a throat breaks up the argument and Sarah turns to see another Chinese woman, this one actually authentic, and she gives another small nod.

“Song.”

The woman returns Sarah’s nod and gives her a small smile.

“I am happy you could make it. I am sure Blasted Monk will be, as well.”

Sarah rolls her eyes as Orchid snickers behind her and Dani scowls with eyes full of daggers.

“Have you met Kenzi, yet?”

Sarah raises one of her exquisitely maintained eyebrows in question and Song smiles and turns away from them.

“Nutty Buddy! Come meet Blasted Monks...friend.”

Sarah grumbles internally over the adopted sisters of a certain constantly high monk with killer abs who was fine for an occasional booty ca-

Sarah’s thoughts become cloudy and her eyes fill with 1000 colors. She is positive she can hear the whispers of angels in her ears.

“This-”

...what...what am I seeing?

“-is-”

Have you taken me, Heavenly Father, and brought me into the face of your greatest angel?

“-Kenzi.”

Kenzi Grey smiles while throwing back a headful of tiny braids and looks Sarah up and down.

“‘Sup?”

Sarah Lacklan, a young woman known for viciousness, who was about to step into the ring on a mission from God, was speechless.

“I...I...um...hello.”

Kenzi reaches forward and places both hands on Sarah’s bare shoulders, their eyes meeting one another without a flinch.

“We are going to be the BEST of friends!”

Sarah can only blink.

The night flew by in a rush for the debuting professional wrestler. Kenzi was a force, a tempest, moving about the party with a deft as equal to Sarah’s in her compound dealing with the social and political elite of Maine, and introduce her new best friend to a variety of people, from fellow wrestlers Ashley Marie Chase, Kate Steele, and Maria Salvatore, to media and television staff like Maleek Raheem and Bobbi London. They spent what felt like hours discussing wrestling, as both were second generation wrestlers, but with widely different paths. They spoke of Maine vs. California, of Kenzi’s growing career in Ladies All-Star, and of Sarah being prepared to sign her first contract with FSociety Wrestling.

“Hey! My buddy Mel is signing with them, too! They’ve got their Insurrection pay per view in town in a few weeks and I’m going. You should come with us!”

It had taken the better part of the evening to catch her breath, but Sarah was now back in control of herself, even in the face of this...force of fierceness...that was Kenzi. She gives a deep nod and a smile.

“I would appreciate that. I know little of your state.”

Kenzi’s mouth drops open for a moment as her dark eyes shine.

“Oh! We can get our nails did!”

She takes Sarah’s hands in hers...which causes a sudden chill to course through Sarah’s entire body...and pulls her in close enough for their noses to nearly touch.

“I know a great place!”

Sarah can only nod.

Back in the rear seat of her stretched Lincoln, the Lacklanland driver and guard taking her to the hotel near the airport, Sarah’s thoughts are jumbled. She wasn’t sure exactly what she went through this evening, but she knew one thing was for certain when it come to Kenzi Grey, the woman who had looked right at her and not even blink over how different she looked:

She needed this person in her life.

At any cost.

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