Disclaimer: I don't own any Disney princesses or princes, but I do own their daughters (except for Melody).


It was that dream again.

The ground beneath her was hard and only sprouted small patches of dry yellowed grass. The trees were like hands, naked limbs clawing for the dark sky above her.

The moon was an eye, a cold eye staring down at her.

She shuddered and began to slowly move through the woods.

The small hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt some watching her. She whirled around, but saw no one.

And then eerie yellow eyes stared out at her from the darkness. The big black crow soared straight at her.

She screamed as it narrowly missed her face, its talons ripping at her hair.

The crow proved to be the least of her worries as the main source of her fear showed itself. She couldn't make out any details except for the cold orbs that stared down at her –they were the color of fresh blood.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the dark figure closed in on her.


Evelyn jolted awake.

She shakily turned on her bedside lamp.

Only after the light illuminated her room, banishing any lingering nightmares, was she able to calm down.

Running a hand through her messy brown hair, she glanced at the alarm clock and sighed tiredly. It was only one in the morning!

She'd never be able to get to sleep if these stupid nightmares didn't stop!

And they were always the same. If she was going to have nightmare after nightmare, couldn't it be a different one?

"Maybe I should tell Opal about it," Evelyn muttered to herself. "She's in to weird stuff like that."

Her fingers twitched, making her sigh again.

Some people got Restless Leg Syndrome, but she got . . . well, she didn't know a name for it. She just called it her "Creative Twitch", because only one thing got it to stop.

Drawing.

Evelyn got her creative side from her mom as well as her big green eyes. Her brown hair she got from her dad, along with her knack for stealing things.

Okay, so maybe he taught her a thing or two when mom was out. . . .

Smiling to herself as she became fully awake, Evelyn rose from her bed and padded barefoot across the plush carpet to her desk.

Her sketch book was already open, ready and waiting.

The drawing was no different than the last few from the times she woke up from a nightmare. Sometimes she drew the gray, leafless trees and other times it was the nearly barren ground.

This time she drew the darkness that cornered her and was surprised when she realized she was drawing a face in the darkness.

She hadn't remembered seeing a face, but trusted her hand, which seemed to have a life of its own.

The eyes –which were red in her nightmare, but tinted gray on the page- were hard and dangerous. It sent a shiver through her and she had to look away for a moment.

When she looked back, Evelyn focused on his features. The jaw line was slightly squared and the cheekbones were high. He was beautiful –dangerously so.

Beauty as razor sharp as the edge of a blade.

How could something so beautiful be so cold and wicked?

But then Evelyn thought back to the girls at her school and let a small smirk cross her face. "Oh, yeah," she snickered softly, getting up from her desk chair.

Another glance at the alarm clock and she saw it was already going on two-thirty. Suddenly her creative high was replaced with a wave of exhaustion.

She dropped onto her bed and just barely remembered to turn off the lamp before falling into a dreamless sleep that lasted until morning.


I could've written more, but decided to stop here and the title may not fit in with the story, but it was the only thing I could think to name it.

I kind of have an idea of how this is going to play out, but I'm still working out the details. You'll find out who's daughter Opal is in the next chapter and as for Evelyn . . . I think you know who's daughter she is. ;)

Oh, and the whole "a face in the darkness" part was kind of jacked from "Twitches" (which I do not own), but all will be revealed.

I hope . . .

But until we meet again . . . R & R!