I woke up with a scream.
It echoed round the stone room, bouncing round the hall, bounding down the steps to the 2nd floor.
I sobbed in aghast, trembling in horror, gripping the duvet like a soft toy.
I heard some thuds up th stairs, and burst into tears, not daring to look at the window....incase it was cracked.
Mum through open the door, followed by Steve, both in pyjamas.
I cried out again shivering and terrified, to scared to even look at anything but my lap, incase it was there.
Mum ran over and cuddled me close.
"Its OK Kat. Mummy's here. Whats the matter sweetheart?......"
Her voice dwindled off.
"It must have been a silly bird that cracked that glass, and that must have provoked your nightmares." Mum said softly, mostly to Steve.
My swollen eyes widened, and I felt the fear that was knawing at my insides bubble out in overflow.
Shivering, trembling, I looked at the pane of glass.
There, almost directly where that thing was, was a large, crack.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Chapter 10
I couldn't sleep that night.
I kept tossing and turning, my eyes wide awake, picturing Isla, and Avalon, and all of Cythanie's sisters, dancing in the hedgerows, singing unknown songs, eating all sorts of weird, unique fruit.
I closed my eyes tightly and imagined so hard I swear I could hear the tiny flutter of wing.
I felt sleepy at last.
I felt a drowsy and cosy.
Mmmm....
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I felt light when I opened my eyes, feathery and fragile, and I shot up in bed.
BANG! CRACK! BANG!
I slowly glanced up above my bed, to the window.
It was cracked.
There, about 16cm high, was a shafaelite.
It's eyes burned a piercing red, the colour of flames licking the wood, its hair was a black, the most vivid and intense black I could ever imagine, it had tattered clothes of greys, blacks and browns, all hanging off her white body like curtains.
Ripped in many many places.
It had several layers, all tatty and sometimes stained with horrid blacks and greys.
It's wafer-thin wings hung of its pale sholders like a burden, something so fragile and delicate seemed odd in such a viscious and angry monster.
The thing that shook me up though, what really made me tremble amongst my duvet, was it's expression.
It looked in agony, but happy, almost horrific.
But the most horribe, horrible, thing was it looked.....hungry.
I kept tossing and turning, my eyes wide awake, picturing Isla, and Avalon, and all of Cythanie's sisters, dancing in the hedgerows, singing unknown songs, eating all sorts of weird, unique fruit.
I closed my eyes tightly and imagined so hard I swear I could hear the tiny flutter of wing.
I felt sleepy at last.
I felt a drowsy and cosy.
Mmmm....
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I felt light when I opened my eyes, feathery and fragile, and I shot up in bed.
BANG! CRACK! BANG!
I slowly glanced up above my bed, to the window.
It was cracked.
There, about 16cm high, was a shafaelite.
It's eyes burned a piercing red, the colour of flames licking the wood, its hair was a black, the most vivid and intense black I could ever imagine, it had tattered clothes of greys, blacks and browns, all hanging off her white body like curtains.
Ripped in many many places.
It had several layers, all tatty and sometimes stained with horrid blacks and greys.
It's wafer-thin wings hung of its pale sholders like a burden, something so fragile and delicate seemed odd in such a viscious and angry monster.
The thing that shook me up though, what really made me tremble amongst my duvet, was it's expression.
It looked in agony, but happy, almost horrific.
But the most horribe, horrible, thing was it looked.....hungry.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Chapter 9
"OK Katherine.....If you could just wait here for a minute." Cynthanie instructed, and gestured with her pale fingers to the Pool.
I smiled warily at her and sat down at the edge, dipping my fingers into the clear, crystal water.
Cythanie beamed triumphantly and fluttered to into the vast clump of bushes opposite the Pool.
I waited patiently on the edge of the Pool, before finally Cynthanie fluttered out, a scowl as angry and as fierce as a bull in a ring, she clawed angrily at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes burned a fierce red, and her pale, almost translucent face was red and scrunched up in anger.
But the weirdest thing was her hair, it was now a dark black, an impossibly dark black, all trace of happiness and fairy lightness gone, just an angry, strong, black.
She balled her hands into fists, and suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were alight with shock and so quickly I couldn't be sure, her eyes regained their azure blue, and her hair returned to its silky emerald, and I thought for a second, as she looked into my eyes, that she'd never had that fierce, angry, even deathly look about her.
I snapped my eyes away, but couldn't help myself from completly denying she'd ever been angy, because how could she.....that beautiful, delicate, angel, be evil?
"Where are your friends?" I asked lightly.
"I will NOT talk about them." She merely said, almost snootily, with a small empthasis on NOT.
I shrugged.
"What are their names?" I asked carefully, for Cynthanie's name must be one of several exotic and picturesque titles.
"Asheni, Fayne, Kirima, Isla, Avalon, and a handfull of others." Cynthanie dismissed.
I gawped.
"Are they all like you?" I asked, entranced.
Cythanie frowned raising an eyebrow.
"You don't want to talk about them." She sweetly murmured.
I felt light and my head felt fluttery and I lost all interest in the subject.
"OK." I heard myself saying.
"Perfect! Now......You must promise me something." She replied, looking up on me, fluttering her thick black eyelashes.
"Anything." I said, unwillingly.
"Do not look for my sisters. You will get into trouble."
I smiled warily at her and sat down at the edge, dipping my fingers into the clear, crystal water.
Cythanie beamed triumphantly and fluttered to into the vast clump of bushes opposite the Pool.
I waited patiently on the edge of the Pool, before finally Cynthanie fluttered out, a scowl as angry and as fierce as a bull in a ring, she clawed angrily at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes burned a fierce red, and her pale, almost translucent face was red and scrunched up in anger.
But the weirdest thing was her hair, it was now a dark black, an impossibly dark black, all trace of happiness and fairy lightness gone, just an angry, strong, black.
She balled her hands into fists, and suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were alight with shock and so quickly I couldn't be sure, her eyes regained their azure blue, and her hair returned to its silky emerald, and I thought for a second, as she looked into my eyes, that she'd never had that fierce, angry, even deathly look about her.
I snapped my eyes away, but couldn't help myself from completly denying she'd ever been angy, because how could she.....that beautiful, delicate, angel, be evil?
"Where are your friends?" I asked lightly.
"I will NOT talk about them." She merely said, almost snootily, with a small empthasis on NOT.
I shrugged.
"What are their names?" I asked carefully, for Cynthanie's name must be one of several exotic and picturesque titles.
"Asheni, Fayne, Kirima, Isla, Avalon, and a handfull of others." Cynthanie dismissed.
I gawped.
"Are they all like you?" I asked, entranced.
Cythanie frowned raising an eyebrow.
"You don't want to talk about them." She sweetly murmured.
I felt light and my head felt fluttery and I lost all interest in the subject.
"OK." I heard myself saying.
"Perfect! Now......You must promise me something." She replied, looking up on me, fluttering her thick black eyelashes.
"Anything." I said, unwillingly.
"Do not look for my sisters. You will get into trouble."
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