"Don't worry, Ivy. This is but a dream. It was not your physical being that took that in, but your frail spirit."
"A dream?" It puzzled you. The concept seemed impossible, but definitely would explain why you were in the southern United States in the 19th century. "What do you mean my spirit?"
"My sister drugged you, and entered your sleeping mind in hopes of killing you from within. She tried the same with me when I refused to join the family legacy. Instead of being one of the undead, I get to spend eternity as a scaly demon." She stopped cleaning the saucer and looked at you with sympathetic and scared eyes. "I pray the same doesn't happen to you."
"But why? Why is she doing this?"
"Andrew cares for you, more deeply then he ever could for her. She is jealous of you, and will not stop until you're dead."
"What! We........ I have to tell Andrew." You got up and headed toward the door.
"No! Stop!!" Midori cried, getting up and grabbing your arm. "He will only believe her. She has worked for his family for over a century. For no reason would he believe your accusations, even if he did care for you so." She let go of your arm and came inches away from your face. "Now, wake up." She slapped your face.
You woke up screaming. You sat up in your bed. You were in the room you woke up in in the castle.
Was that a dream? Did Midori just help me? You thought. You got up and got out of the night gown you were in. You went in the closet, looking for something to wear, when there was a knock on the door.
OMG! Someone's here, and I'm in my underwear in the closet!
"Who is it?" You asked.
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Romance
Created on 10-9-07
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