Hotel Castaway: Islands of Despair
Prologue
Cold. It was so cold. She was cold. Her teeth started to chatter, her body's internal instinct to keep warm. Breath misted in front of her. She brought her legs closer into her body to keep as warm as possible and ever so slightly bringing them closer and closer. It was difficult to keep warm here in a deep, dank, moist cave where all that was heard was the loud, reverberating sound of a droplet of water falling to a small puddle on the light blue floor. Too cold. Cold to the core; even for a vampire. Shivering violently, closing her eyes, imagining a warmer place. Yes. Warmer. Her room… her bed. The feel of her blankets, the pillows under her head, the warmth of her soft comfortable bed. She missed it so much. She wished she was home. She was scared.
But she was just still too cold! Why was it this cold? Was it because she was scared at what was to happen to her? Scared at what was happening to Mom? And what happened with Dad? She needed him, wanted him so badly. If he was here to hug her, maybe she would not be as cold as she was now.
"Dennis?" her little voice cracked out, squinting in the dimly lit cave with no way out. "I'm scared. Why are they doing this? Who are they?" Dennis looked up at his sister, only able to see the outline of her small body, her hair messy; over her shoulders and back. But he could see the outline of her face with the help of a small, strange glowing stone on the wall on the other side of their prison. He saw the fear in her face, even in the tears that were running down her cheeks. He could relate, he was scared too. But being a big brother, he had to be brave for her… for both of them.
"I don't know Laih. I'm scared too," Dennis replied looking Lailah in the eyes, seeing a hazel color glow in them. "I can't even mist out of here. They did something with this place."
"I want Daddy!" Lailah said as she started to whimper and cry. Dennis looked at his baby sister. He wanted Mom and Dad so bad too, but he was worried about Laih. So young still, so fragile. Dennis slowly got up and almost crawled to her, put his arms around her. She welcomed his warmth and pulled him in closer as she buried her face into his shirt, crying. He started to rock her.
"It's okay Laih. I'm here for you. Don't be afraid… I'm right here. Shhh."
"M… m… mommmy," Lailah whispered in between uncontrollable sobs. "Da… Daddy."
"Shhhh," quietly beckoned Dennis, petting Lailah's already messed up black hair.
It seemed to calm her down enough. Enough he could actually feel her falling asleep. He didn't mind so much the contact from his sometimes annoying little sister. It was time for him to grow up, help her, support her anyway he can. Especially now. She needed comfort and so did he. Slowly his eyelids became heavy, his head started to bob back and forth until it slowly dropped down and rested on Lailah's head. There they stayed, keeping warm, keeping each other safe. Hoping for rescue. Hoping for warm dreams.
And here we are again. Just to tease all of you for my upcoming sequel to my first story. I'm working on it right now and I hope you will enjoy it once I start pulling it all together. I'm sorry to say that life has been very crazy for me the few months. I'm not sure when I can get Chapter 1 up for you all but please, please, please; have patience with me. You won't regret it, I promise. Until now, I leave you pondering what will happen. And if you read my first story, you should have a good understanding what will. Now, let's go create some good ideas!