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Chapter 1: Visions and Pain

A pair of slender feet moved slowly forward along the cold, dull green blades. She had walked these feilds before in the early moring. The feet that carried her knew all of the grounds that surrounded her parents mansion. It had been her home for as long as she could remember and she did enjoy living there, but most of her pleasure came from the workers that she communed with each day. They were the ones that talked...the ones that listened, even if the only thing to listen to was the soft breathing of someone thinking.

She moved her green eyes slowly around, taking in very little of what her eyes went over. The ground seemed so far away when she let herself colapse backward. The grass was soft and cool through the white cotton shirt and shorts. If it was late or early she did not know nor really care. She had had the dream again. Though the lovely girl rarley had dreams she had never had ones that repeated or continued another night. Her mind seemed erased of all other things as she contemplated that nights' vision...

First, there was only a sunless void. Then she was looking through a grand window ,which she had recognized as one of the identical glass windows on either side of the oak double doors in the front of her home. A vehicle, that was slightly blurred, slowed to a stop a small ways to the left of the glass. She looked left and saw two figures turned towards her. They appeared to be talking to her, but the words weren't reaching her though there was little space between them. It was only this time that she could discern what gender either one was. The first to talk was a small yet shaply frame of a woman. The other was the tall form of a man. After the woman finished her senseless mouthing she stepped through a door, leaving the man behind to gaze at the one before him. His mouth also moved soundlessly for a few moments then he wandered through the door after his companion.

She turned again to the window and saw the couple slip into the black vehicle. It steadily vanished behind a sudden group of trees. Her green eyes lingered for only a moment before she heard playful laughter behind her. She slowly circled about to see what was the cause of the merriment. A fairly lagre crowd of persons were talking and laughing and playing games with eachother. Suddenly they stood up and no more happy sounds were made. A small noise, like the rippling of water, met the girls' ears as she stood watching, immovable and silent. The blackened ground beneath the group began to ripple as if it was trying to decide if it was water or solid ground.

She then noticed that the people in the crowd were starting to sink into the surface. None of them seemed to be struggling to stay atop the substance and, wanting to help the doomed group, she reached out to try to pluck up each one before they were taken to ends unknown. But she was held back and as she watched helplessly she noticed that there was one person not being engulfed by the ground. The body, though, was ignoring its' companions. She saw its lips part in a mad grin and then open to let out a long crazed laugh.

The figure then started to dissolve into a black mist, but still kept the shape of person. It began to stride over to her helpless body. She could see bared fangs in its malicious mouth as it approached. She suddenly felt a frightening hatred for the shadowed form that she wanted to jump out and rip it apart.

"Yes!" It's voice rang loud through the stillness around them. "That is it! Feed on your hate...I've been gone too long, my dear..." The girl could feel it's breath stinging her eyes, but they would not close. The black hand of mist held her chin up to look in the firey red eyes.

"Yes...you know it is time. You escaped me once...because of her...but not again. I can not wait much longer...bring me back. You who made me this...bring me back!" It was commanding her to do so. She did not know what it wanted her to do, though. Its' other hand came up to her head and forced it back. She felt a stinging sensation on her forehead.

"Bring me back..."

The sky was bright blue when Alex came back to reality. She laid sprawled out on the feild, staring absent mindedly towards the white clouds. Her fingers felt the smooth skin above her eyebrows. It wasn't stinging like before but her heart stung a little more than usual. She put a hand over her chest as she stood, as if to keep something from falling out, but to actually help subside the pain. A fine, gold chain slipped from her neck where it had been poorly connected. The girl suddenly released her chest where she had been clutching and dived for the necklace. Her body plumeted forward on the grass, her hands holding the small talisman to her chest. Her breaths came in short convulsions. The air immediatly around her was changing extremly fast from freezing to burning.

The episode was over after a short minute. Cold sweat ran over her lips as she breathed quickly.

'It only went a short ways from me.' She thought. 'I've got to be more careful. It could have been much worse.' Alex hesitantly hooked the chain about her neck and pressed the odd shaped ornament at the end of the chain to her heart. She could never completely decide on what the end peice of her necklace was supposed to resemble. After years of considering she finally concluded that it was only half of some bigger object and that she had, at a younger age, accidentily broken it and then lost it.

Alex now stood in front of the large double-doors that were the back entrance. Though the doors were thick she could hear people walking past and conversing with one another. They were getting ready for the coming society. Her parents were leaving again and that meant that people from across the world would come to stay as residents of Heaven, as it was so widely known. To her it was nothing like what Heaven should be like. Though she had almost everything she needed and more, there was something missing. The two people who should have cared most about her - didn't. In reality they hated her. The Johnson couple, her so called parents, were the richest people in the world and very kind, but . . .

Some people, when they first came in contact with Alexsandria Johnson they immediatly turned hateful and pushed her away. Not very many knew whose child she was and that had led Alex to believe at an early age that her parents denied ever having a child.

The doors suddenly burst open, forcing Alex to jump back a few paces. A small stump of a woman squinted up at her through her tiny, rectangle spectacles.

"Alexsandria!" The old woman huffed. "What are you donig out here? And in your night garments no less! You'll catch your death." The woman shuffled forward and motioned for Alex to go inside.

"Thanks, Karen." Alex said with a soft smile. She paused for a small minute as if deciding on what to do.

"So," Alex cried excitedly, her attitude now turned around, "What do you need me to do?" She looked down happily at the old maid who squinted back up at the green eyes.

"I need you to make sure the gardens are in top shape." Karen nudged Alex into facing the gardens and fields from which she had just come.

"And do it the old fashioned way." Alex gave a shocked look and then Karen continued, "At least until the Master and Mrs. are gone. You know very well they don't appreciate your powers. Personally I would much rather have you use them. It would make my job much easier."

"Anything else?"

"Once you're done with that you can also clean up the recreation portions."

"Sorry I asked."

"We'll talk once you're done."

With that Alex turned to go and let the stubby woman go back to her own duties.

The work she was given took up must of the day but, Alexsandria was able to complete it all in half the time it would take a normal person to do. She walked quickly to one of the doors that led to the large kitchen and entered with much enthusiasm.

"Good Afternoon, everyone!" She called out.

"Good Afternoon, Alex!" Came a booming echo from the workers. The all liked Alex. She was a hard worker and a great listener. They often went to her for their problems. Though she never came to them with her worries she would often ask if she could just sit with them and listen to others conversations. No one really knew what went on in her head, but they all knew that when she had something to say it was best to listen. Alex was a fast learner and would take in anything she was told. Her schooling was pretty much over at the age of ten and with all the extra things her parents had given her to do, that was amazing. One thing they all recognized and loved about her was that Alex often used quotes when she talked and it would teach them interesting lesons. That's why they would listen.

"Hey, Peter." Alex stood next to an older man in his late forties. He was the real gardener, but he loved it when Alex helped him. His back was giving out but he didn't want to let it show so he complained often about how Alex was taking his job away.

"Yes, Miss?" He replied.
"Have my parents left yet?" Peter hesitated to answer the question.

"Not quite yet, Miss." He paused again. "They want to talk to you."

'Oh great.'

"They are waiting by the entrance." There was complete silence. They had all been listening in. Alex looked around the room and saw all of them watching her intently.

"Thank you." She left the room quietly, not wanting to face the pain ahead. Once Alex reached the tall, oak double-doors she was somewhat releived to see that her parents weren't there. She stepped up to the full length window on the right side of the doors and peered out. They stood next to a long lemosine, talking to a few people already inside it. Her mother tapped her husband on the shoulder and pointed to where Alew stood beyond the window.

"Here it comes," Alex said under her breath.

The two began to walk towards the doors and the two men waiting from the outside opened the doors for their Master and Mistress. They came through and stared at Alex who had only turned her head to the left to watch them as well.

"You wanted to speak to me?" Alex said lightly. Her mother cringed.

"Do not speak unless we say so!" She screeched in return. "I do not wish to speak to you and especially do not wish for you to talk to me! Please handle this Nicholas." In a huff she went out and into the vehicle. Alex glared after her, hot tears building up.

"What I have to say is the same warning as always," Nicholas continued for his wife. Alex kept her eyes on the window. "Stay away from the people staying here. If word gets out that a creature like you is staying here, our reputations will be ruined. And you know what will happen if our orders are dissobeyed." He then strode out of the building, the doors shutting behind him.

"And you know very well that you can do nothing." Alex hissed under her breath, staring as the lemo glided down the road.