Waiting For A REAL Rose

Disclaimer: I did…. In my dreams… then, Neil Gaiman, Henry Selick and Clair Jennings came and took it back.

Preface

"Oh, my twitchy, witchy girl… I think you are so nice. I give you bowls of porridge, and u give you bowls of ice… crEAm…"

Coraline Jones sang softly to herself as she pulled a brush through her thick, damp, and now long twilight blue locks. Her cool, brown eyes seemed to be looking at a different time….

…. Six years, eight months, two weeks, three days, eight hours, twenty minutes, and 2 seconds away, to be exact.

That's how long it had been since she had slayed the Beldam, and saved not only the lives of herself and her parents, but the souls of the three children that the Beldam had taken before her. One of which had belonged to the sister of his grandmother.

Wyborne…Wyborne Lovat.

She had first met the boy back when she had first moved in.

She smiled at the memory, as she got up from the chair at her vanity; moving like a spirit to sit at the window seat.

At the age of seventeen, she had not only developed voluptuous curves (inherited from her mother), but also had realized that she had started to see her first and very best friend in a very different, very dangerous light.

Or perhaps, she reflected, she had always seen him like this… and was just too stubborn to admit it…. Ever since the boy had saved her from the Beldam's hand…

So involved in her own thoughts, she had no way of knowing someone… or something… was watching her…

… inside her very room… an evil learking in the shadows of the Pink Apartment.

An evil twice as horrible and just as ancient as the Beldam had been. A Darkness that only one other had ever defeated….

… and though that person lay dead in a grave… the woman that he had saved still remained…

And that woman- who, about two miles away was lecturing her jade eyed grandson about the importance of a brush- would aid that same boy in saving the blue haired beauty that he had come to love….

…. The Blue- haired beauty that sat at her window, contemplating her own feelings toward him…..

And so, the two would enter the next chapter of grave danger that was to come…. And Mrs. Lovat knew it well….

As the elderly woman watched her grandson rolling his green eyes, she sighed inwardly. 'and now, my dear, it is your turn to face the second evil that that house has to offer….'

And as her grandson walked to his room, she sighed again.

"Ah really shouldn't have let them move in…." she muttered softly.

'All that can really be done is to pray for them, and help the boy to save her…' she shook her head.

A/N: Okay…. I guess that 's that…. R&R if you have any suggestions, please feel free to add them.