Hi guys, thanks for reading this! I'm totally new to FanFic writing so pleas e bare with me!
I own none of the original Iron Fey characters nor the Nevernever.
It awoke me in the night. Fire burning through my veins, setting my fingers alight. Sweat soaked through my as I burned up, images burst before my eye lids. Scenes, places, people I've never seen. Things that couldn't be explained nor possibly exist. Horrifying creatures born from fear tore at my mind.
Dread, terror and desire ripped through my stomach rocketing my body with a wave of nausea. Hot tears tumbled down my cheeks. My body sprung unconsciously into action, my heart hammering out a rhythm matching the pounding of drums in my head. I scrambled from my bed sheets overwhelmed by wild confusion, stumbling across my bedroom floor. Dark figures lingered and danced amongst the shadows of my room, chanting, humming to the ancient drum rhythm in my head. The words they spoke I could not understand.
I burst onto the landing and sprinted for my studio door flinging the door wide. A large blank canvas lay before me and now I was wild with desire and fear as the images threatened to burst out of me. I grabbed for my paint brush desperately, hot tears burning firey tails down my cheeks, and I was lost. The images exploded from my finger tips down my brush onto the canvas, I painted in frantic almost animalistic strokes. My body thrummimg with overbearing energy. My consciousnesses became swallowed up by thick smoke and I faded into darkness.
"Olivia!" squawked an exasperated voice. "Olivia! By god girl, where are you? You're going to be late for school!" No response. Heavy foot print boomed down the corridor, looming closer. The door flung open.
"Olivia..."
She, my mother, paused in the doorway finishing pulling her long dark hair into a spotless bun.
"Oh. Olivia honey, what on earth are you doing in here at this time in the morning." She asked, shimmying her way towards me whilst adjusting her crisp black pencil skirt.
I groaned trying to pry open my sluggish eyelids. Wishing she would just leave me to wallow in peaceful slumber.
"You're covered in paint!" She keened. "What the heck happened in here!"
She froze. " My god... Olivia, did you paint this?"
Her voice had dropped several octaves, she shuffled closer silently towards the canvas.
The canvas.
My head shot up off the desk, paint tubes and brushes scattered across the floor, suddenly more awake than I had ever been before.
Last night hadn't been some wild dream, it must of happened because here I was in my studio covered from head to toe in paint. And if that wasn't enough proof there was of course the massive canvas in front of me adorned with swirls and strokes of brightly colored paint portraying several different scene and people.
Scenes with trees made of metal, normal trees with fruit of vibrant indigo, bushes with long crimson thorns and electric blue roses, rooms forged from large twisted vines and a kingdom made from ice.
Surreal people with an eerie ethereal beauty of sharp features, iridescent and jarringly vibrant eyes. Strange creatures crawled around the page, faces set into snarls or looks of pure malice.
It was all to much to take in, all these scenes somehow managed to merge seamlessly into one painting. But the most strking scene of all that dominated the most of the space was of fire. My house, my college, the entire of Brighton was on fire.
I stumbled back, gasping, tripping over my paint case. Terrified, my eyes shot to my mother to verify that this was all real. She stood emerged in silence, hand covering her mouth as her features stay frozen in shock. Her wide eyes stared unblinking at my creation. She turned her head slowly to face me, her cinnamon brown eyes fogged deeply with concern.
" Honey, did you do this?" her voice was calm and even. I gulped, feeling extremely sick.
"Yes."
"I think you better shower and get ready for school." And she left the room.
I showered and got ready in a mad rush, desperate to make it in time for the bus and to wash this mornings events from my memory. I quickly ran the hair dryer through my hair leaving it in thick dark waves that cascaded along my shoulders and down my back and quickly ran some black eyeliner across my top eye lids and finishing it off with some mascara.
I dragged black jeans from my dresser and paired it with a scarlet gansey sweater and red and navy stripped cotton scarf. I quickly shoved my feet into my grey Ugg boots and pegged it down the stars.
My dad stood in the kitchen arms folded reading the morning paper, steaming mug of coffee beside him. "Morning pumpkin, running a bit late?"
he asked, eyes still locked on his paper.
"Uh huh. You could say so, I'm never gonna make the bus." I groaned as I shuffled over and squirmed into my dads embrace.
He shifted and wrapped his arms around me placing a kiss upon the crown of my head. I buried into his arms enjoying the comfort and safety of his embrace. Breathing in the smell of coffee and aftershave that was his. In my father's embrace I was almost able to forget the unease that kindled in my veins, almost.
"Tell you what" he said "I've gotta go work on some stuff up in the study in a minute, why don't you take the Volvo." taking a swig of his coffee.
"Seriously?" My eyebrows were rocketing, Dad never lets me drive the Volvo. Ever.
"Well Moms already taken the Cleo and you're gonna be late, so I don't see why not." he grinned down at me.
My worries suddenly dissipated.
"You are the best, you know that?" I could barely control the grin spreading across my face.
"Well me and your Mom have been thinking it's about time you got your own car soon anyway, so for today you can borrow mine."
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and dangled them in front of my face.
"Not a single scratch, you here?"
"Loud and clear chief, loud and clear." I swiped them from his grasp, reached up on my tiptoes a gave him a quick peck on his forehead and ruffled his blond hair.
"Gotta dash, love you."
"You too." and with that he resumed reading his papers and strolled out of the room towards his office.