I awaken, the faint smell of sweat and blood hovering around my sore, mangled being. As I begin to stand up and wander around this dark room, I notice that my ankle is sprained. I must have twisted it earlier, but why? The creak of a door opening invades my ears and the light from the outside blinds me, yet I see the figure of a young man hover over me. I knew I had just woken up, but I felt incredibly exhausted once again. I tried to force myself to stay awake and alert, but my mind gave in, and I soon was surrounded again by darkness. ~ I'm running. I'm running from something, or someone for that matter. Why did I start running? Blood...why do I smell blood? Agh, damn! I hate tripping. I swear I'm a clutz. Wait, he disappeared? ~ I was jolted awake by the feel of a damp cloth on my forehead, my adrenaline slowly depleting as I attempt to catch my breath. I take the cloth off my head and try to sit up, but feel myself paralyzed. "Where am I?" I thought to myself. It was only then that I see two dark figures standing on the other side of the bed I'm in. "Stay awake Essie, stay awake." And to no avail, I again fall back into darkness. -------------------------------------------------------------- Let me know what you think! Feedback greatly appreciated and if I should update again! Also, why do you think Essie keeps fainting around a certain "figure"?
It's the dead of night, and I open my eyes slowly, breathing in little by little the soft cinnamon candle burning at the bedside table. I feel around, still very drowsy as it takes me a while to wake up, and I feel my hands running across something....soft. Satin...soft satin bed sheets, the color of the night sky when the moon's at it's highest peak. I lean my legs over to the side of the bed and place my feet on the floor. "My...ankle. It's feels better? What's going on?" I hold my head and stretch a bit, then see someone coming towards me. "Wh-who...are you?" I ask the figure who, as far as I can tell, is a young man around the age of 19. "I'm a friend. I've been looking after you for the past week now--" I abruptly cut him off, "I've been asleep for a week?!" I groan a little and stand up, the figure wrapping his arms around my waist. I can feel his grip on me is tight. Tight enough to hold me up, but gentle enough as though he's caressing me. "Yes, about a week." I look over at him, seeing onyx black eyes stare into my icy blues. I attempt to ask him why I'm here, but I find myself lost in his gaze. I slowly reach up and play a bit with his hair, feeling the soft dark brown and black flowing around my fingers. -------------------------------------------------------------- Ooh, a nice, warm, cute young male in the dead of night with an innocent girl of about two years younger in a bedroom with satin sheets on the bed? What could happen next?
He tilts his head away as though he hears something and tightens his grip around my waist. "They're here." I can hear his dark tone of voice with a slight Irish accent breathe out the words right before the door opens. "Who--" Before I have the chance to speak, the 3 figures walk in. "Hello there. We are the parents of this young lad." There were 3 tall men standing before me. One looked very youthful, yet strong. Short, gentle, yet wispy blonde hair with dark brown eyes, a muscular build, and a deep Irish accent. He was standing on the left. The right one has somewhat longer dark red hair that was slicked back, along with dark blue eyes and also a muscular build. He looked to be around the age of 30 something. I could think of his voice to be somewhat Indian, coming from his high cheekbones. Although the two men were gorgeous, I could only concentrate on the middle one. A tall dark figure with longer hair that was black and pulled into a small ponytail, his onyx black eyes behind his thin plastic rim glasses gleamed towards me. His voice was raspy, yet incredibly deep and seductive. I couldn't stop staring. "Hello fathers." Said the young man holding me. "We have business to attend to," said the Indian male. I felt his presence to be light, and it make me shiver with delight. As he kissed my forehead, I could feel excitement intruding my thoughts as I feel back into darkness. -------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry I forgot the girl and guys names. Haha. And sorry for the somewhat short update.
My dreams. I felt as though I was being deceived by them, or at least disturbed. I could see the young man who held me, and the elders. They were having a meeting of some kind. I couldn't hear them, but I could see them. I feel...heat on the back of my neck, and hands, no, claws on my hips. The group turns towards me and I stand there, either in shock or fear or I'm not sure, I just know I couldn't move at all. "You fight with the light. You fight with the dark. You shall obtain your wings, and take off with flight." The demonic voice was saying this and then I fell...out of my bed? I'm...I'm in my room. What-what am I doing back here? -------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry I haven't updated lately, I was on vacation. Also, whoever reads this, let your friends know. If you don't want to ad for me, that's cool too!