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Scene #59
I hadn't slept a full night since they had started three weeks ago.
Those unbearably horrid dreams that made no sense and haunted my
head as if feeding from my scared reaction. As my body
started to relax as much as it could, which wasn't much, a small,
almost nonexistent creek came from the other side of my room. My
eyelids shot open and my breathing came in quick short breaths. My
heart pounding, I slowly sat up in my bed. I turned over to
my nightstand and flipped on the table lamp and was blinded by the
bright light. As my eyes adjusted my breathing became harsher as I
saw the door to the closet slightly ajar rather than usually shut
as I always left it before getting into bed. I hesitantly pushed
the covers back and slid out of the bed. My body felt the
impact of the cool night consuming itself around me. I tiptoed
cautiously towards my closet. I knew better than this. Everyone
knew that whenever someone got up from their save haven of a bed to
go confront the monster in the closet they died. When I got to the
door I put my hand on it and ripped it back. Hangers swung,
clattering against each other, and a few shirts slipped to the
floor but nothing out of the ordinary was in there. Small
exasperated gasps left my throat and I hung my head down and sank
to the floor, my hand clutching at my chest the whole way down.
Someone please just strap a straight jacket around me and through
me in a padded room, and it would be for my own good. My
head was just playing tricks on me, it never was fond of me; I
should have eaten those goddamn vegetables when I was younger
instead of the brain cell killing junk food and none of this would
be happening. That's right karma's a bitch and she seems to have me
on speed dial. Even as I thought this in the back of my head
I knew there was more to it than that, something real was
happening. I crawled back over to my bed, climbed back into it and
curled up into a ball on my side with the covers up to my chin. I
waited for the pounding in my head to slow down. My entire body was
shaking. Finally every piece of my body came to a standstill
and my breathing came to a normal pace. Surely enough my body one
over my mind and I fell asleep I didn't take long for the
dreams to come. The black mist swirled around me as I
cowered in some unknown corner on the ground, trembling from
fright. I was drenched in cold water. I could see my breath coming
out in sobs. My head twitched back and forth searching for the
creatures, which I had come to be so familiar with, to come from
their hiding places. And they did. Slowly their forms
emerged from the omnipresent mist and they sauntered toward my
panic stricken body. Even though I only saw their outlines I could
not doubt their strength. I tried to get up, but instead of
listening, my legs pulled up and I rapped my arms around my knees.
I stared up at the eight creatures descending upon until my eyes
locked on one the only one I truly saw. He seemed to be the Alpha
of the monstrous eight, the others on his flanks creating a ‘V'
formation. The only thing I could see of him though, like the
others, was his outline, the gleaming white of his razor sharp
fanged smile, and the glint of his crimson, hungry eyes. I
could hear small growls coming in all directions. He advanced on me
and came into a small beam of light about five feet away from me
that seemed to have an unidentified source which erased all the
frightening and dangerous look of him and the rest of the monsters.
Instead they had more of a protective aspect that told me they
would never hurt me, only defend me, I assumed from the unknown
growls in the darkness. Their rigid bodies were not that way
as to kill me, only guard me, and they were all extremely
beautiful. And he...he was the most changed. I could see all his
gorgeous features. He seemed to exude an essence of power. He had a
sharp angular bone structure with a strong jaw, broad shoulders and
shiny dark red hair; however the blood red, hungry eyes remained on
all of them. He had a swagger in his walk that would make any
other male on the face of the earth and beyond green with envy.
When he got close enough to me he crouched down and gave me a kind
and comforting smile. I gasped at the unexpected closeness. He
gave a light chuckle, but there was sadness in his eyes. He lifted
up his hand as if to touch my cheek. Involuntarily, I cringed away
from his fingers and he pulled back slightly. “Sweetheart, I
promise I won't hurt you, how could I hurt my sweet little
Rosette,” his melodic voice had an unexpected English accent to it
and brought a tingling feeling all throughout my body. I nodded and
let his cool hand cup my cheek and I leaned my head into his strong
grasp. My skin grew hot under his cold fingers that were even
colder than the water. The others behind him seemed to stiffen and
their eyes darted back and forth searching in the darkness for an
unknown enemy. “Do you trust me sweetheart?” Again I nodded
slowly, knowing what I had to do and without any input from any of
them I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. My pulse
quickened as he brought his mouth down, opened it and came and sank
his fangs into my tender flesh.
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