No clouds; the moon was out in all of its full glory tonight. A breeze quietly made its way through the small town of book end as all inhabitants nestled in for the night.

Ever After High stood quietly watching over the small town, waiting for the next chapter of a new story that was called "Tomorrow."

Cerise leaned against the window sill of her dorm room; chin resting on her hand, she was looking up at the night sky; just watching the stars high above. She enjoyed the feeling of the chilling air hitting her bare body, it reminder of her time when she and her father would go to the mountains.

It was another sleepless night for her, like many of the past few days she had found herself.

She shifted from her left hand to her right as she looked from the stars to the trees, watching the branches and leaves as they danced in the wind.

Under normal circumstances, a protagonist would be lost in their own thought; perhaps collecting their thoughts on their experiences from the past few of years since attending this prestigious school.

This was not one of those situations. Cerise just stood there, just staring off into space; her forearms getting slight goosebumps from the gentle breeze.

She jumped slightly as she felt something drape down over her shoulders.

"Kitten…" a soft voice spoke from behind her, "What are you still doing up? It's cold." She wrapped her arms around Cerise's neck, unlike her mate; she hated the cold.

"Sorry, Kitty; didn't mean to wake you." Cerise shivered slightly as the felt the friction of body heat against hers.

Kitty laid her head on her shoulder, pressing their bare bodies closer together, "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything is fine," Cerise stretched her head to the side, feeling the other woman nuzzling against her neck. "Just couldn't sleep is all." She shivered once more as she felt the other girl's hands gently caress her arms.

"You need to come on back to bed." Kitty continued rubbing her hands down the her arms, "We don't need you to be getting sick in this kind of weather," she said wrapping her arms around to the front, "It's not good for neither of your health's." she placed her hands on Cerise's abdomen.

Cerise placed her hand on top of her love's, "yeah," she smiled softly, leaning her head back; placing a small kiss on her other's cheek.

Kitty quickly pulled her love back around, face to face, bare bodies pressed against each other, their eyes inter-locking – staring at Cerise; that made her question if Kitty was "more wolf than she was?"

"Now, how about letting me warm you up, kitten?" she smiled hungrily at her mate, her hands intertwining in the black and white hair.

She pulled them both closer, her lips started to consume the other. At first Cerise was taken aback, but her hands instinctively reached up to grab the back of the other's neck - not wanting to be on the defense, she went on the offense.

Hungrily, the two animals attacked one another; both of them getting a taste of one another – something that they were all too familiar with.

Kitty nibbled at the scarlet lips in front of her before she pulled away. With a mighty thrust, she pushed her other back.

Cerise fell to the mattress behind her with a small bounce; the young hood looked back up at her assailant, whom was just hovering over her with the hungry eyes she has come to love.

With her trademark Cheshire smile, she just looked at the tasty platter that was sprawled out before her. Cerise squeezed her eyes tightly before opening them both wide – revealing the golden eyes she had inherited with a wicked grin of her own.

The cat pounced on her prey.

Hey have you heard?

Heard about what?

About the stories.

What stories?

The hooded young woman spat into the sink; grabbing a plastic cup next to her, she filled it with water and rinsed out her mouth.

She spit once again. Looking into her own reflection, she carefully wiped away any residue from her mouth. If there was one thing about her endeavor, that she did not enjoy, it was the morning sickness.

Like the rest of the school at night that were quiet - the bathrooms were no exception. The only form of company that the young wolf had was the consistent flow of water that came from the sink.

Cerise shivered as the wet chill of the water splashed against her cheeks. She looked into the mirror. The eyes that looked back at her told the story of a young girl that wasn't getting the sleep that was required for one, let alone for two. These nights these past few nights have been sleepless; draining away at her during the day. Why her body did this, she didn't know.

She sighed.

There wasn't anything she could do in this situation, but try to get some sleep; and did she ever want some sleep.

Cerise turned to leave.

But she stopped.

Something was wrong.

Someone was staring at her.

Cerise turned back to the bathroom sink.

She went wide-eyed.

The Story of the lady in the mirror!

Someone was looking at her. Someone in the mirror was looking at Cerise. She stood there alone in the reflective glass; Cerise's reflection wasn't even present.

She held her breath. She couldn't move.

A young woman with blond hair was staring at her with an empty stare. She had hollow eyes that seemed to be staring past Cerise; as if she wasn't even there. Her face itself was featureless, like it was some sort of mask. In fact, it cracked. It cracked just like it was a mask. The cracks started to spread. She was literally cracking.

Cerise just stood there watching, watching as the cracks in the woman's skin started to spread; reaching out to the edges of her face.

She covered her mouth.

And so did the reflection.

There was another crack.

The split in the woman's face started to crawl itself off of her and made its way onto the mirror itself; as if the sudden movement of the strange woman was the reason for the glass to start breaking.

Never look the woman in the eyes.

Cerise could only watch.

She watched as the cracks in the mirror reached the sides of the mirror.

She winced in pain; a searing pain digging into her hand. She looked down.

A large shard of glass had pierced her skin; a large gash trailing the side of her hand.

Every fiber of her being was telling her to run out the room, but she couldn't. She had to look. She looked back towards the woman in the reflection. One wouldn't need high level of sensitivity to see an empty spot in the mirror that was currently missing a piece.

The cracking grew louder.

Her senses were screaming at her to run, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in fear.

Then it happened, she never heard the explosion.

The shards of glass erupted from the wall.

Cerise could feel every piece of glass as it breached her skin. She could feel every stab as her senses were being over loaded.

She had no time to react; her entire body was being assaulted. It was like she was being skinned alive. She could feel every shard of glass cutting into her like surgical knives. They were slicing her up like a silent tornado ripping at her flesh and blood.

No.

It wasn't that they weren't making a sound.

The sudden pain striking the side of her head told her that she no longer had ears. The initial impact wasn't directed at her body, but instead it had struck her at her ears first – removing them before the sound of the explosion could reach them. She was deaf.

Finally, her body registered the pain. The pain started to rip their way through her nerves. It was worse than anything she had felt.

She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came.

She was silenced.

The onslaught of glass pelted her in the face, ripping away at her nose as well as at her gaping maw. She could feel the sharp mirror shards as they cut away at her insides; tearing away at all corners. If her tongue had survived the onslaught, perhaps she would have tasted the bile of soupy texture that was once could her mouth – a type of soup that had not only glass, but broken pieces of teeth as ingredients.

To scream, she needed air, but now she need to breath - so that she wouldn't drown, her body forced itself to swallow. The pain of her flesh being washed away into her esophagus was only to the icing on the cake to what she could already feel. She could feel the little strands of meat pulled into her throat as they clinged to what were now the raw remains of her mouth.

Oh god, why did she swallow.

She could feel every drop of blood, flesh, teeth that washed down into her gullet. She could even feel the shards rip away at her insides. So now that not only was she being pelted from the outside, now she was being torn apart from the inside. What about the child? She could feel herself wanting to vomit what was part of her own body.

She could almost feel the pain itself numb out her senses. Perhaps this is what death felt like.

Touch.

Hearing.

Taste.

Smell.

These were four of the five senses of a person's body.

Cerise's opened her eyes again, only to watch as glass shards ripped away into her skull. The darkness consuming her; the last thing she remembered was the gaze of the blind woman staring at her.

Then there was nothing.

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…

…

"It's time to wake up."

Cerise slowly opened her eyes, the morning light started to chase away the darkness.

From the way everything seemed from her perspective, it was morning again. The nightmares were once again over. At least it was for that night.

Cerise laid there, arm draped over her forehead. She laid there watching the ceiling as her groggy mind started to lose its haze. Her body was sore, tired from another restless night.

She started to wonder where Kitty was. Normally, she would be nuzzling up into her neck; trying to get out of reach of the sun's rays; but now it was quiet.

A little too quiet.

Now that she thought about it, now that her mind was clearing up, the ceiling looked somewhat off; but her body wasn't going to let her think on it as her stomach started to flip flop.

Quickly as she could, she quickly rolled over the side of her bed and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

A moment later, she was breathing heavily. She wiped away at the residue that was leftover on her mouth.

Then it dawned on her. The floor board; the floor board she was looking at was not the same that was in her and kitty's room. She wasn't even lying on a bed, but instead of a sofa.

With sudden realization, she quickly stood to her feet.

She was no longer in Ever After High's dorm room.

The room that she had found her standing in was a log cabin. There was a small sofa –that she had awaken up on; a recliner next it and a small fire place on the other side of the room. She was most definitely not in her bed room.

Then there was the haze. The haze that Cerise had thought was a part of her groggy mind; but instead it was actually a part of the atmosphere. A type of haze that washed out all the color in the room, aside from the content that she had expelled from her stomach; everything seemed to be in a type of grayscale. It almost felt like her vision, her senses, were being clouded.

"Where am I?" Cerise asked herself. She needed to find her bearings.

She walked the house.

…

There wasn't much to the log cabin. It seemed to house a family: two parents and two children - nothing really out of the ordinary. As her vision started to adjust to the cloudy haze about her; she started taking notice about her surroundings.

There were picture frames that were aligned the sides of the halls; empty of any content. There were blank pieces of papers that littered the hallways. There were cobwebs in the corner of every ceiling. She could see sections of the log cabin that seem to literally fall apart as it started to rot away.

This place had been abandoned a long time ago.

Cerise stopped at the entryway into the kitchen; placing a hand on the door frame she just looked into it.

The haze that filled the air complimented the, what Cerise assumed, was the morning sunlight. The kitchen, though dusty and worn out, reflected that of something that was loved and attended too; even if those that lived in this house no longer here, one could tell much love was put into it.

Cerise leaned herself against the doorframe; taking in a melancholic sight before her. That was until she felt that the door frame itself was a little…rough.

Looking beside her, she started to inspect it. There were several marks scratched into the side of the frame; there both seemed to be claw marks as well as what seemed to be cuts made by a knife. There were a couple of words written, but Cerise couldn't make them out; they were sliced through by the knife marks.

She studied the indents much carefully, something was odd. The claw marks started to wrap themselves around the door frame, and she followed. She followed as they lead her onto the wall of the kitchen; they were leading her to something bigger.

Cerise was finding herself staring at a cluster of claw marks indented at the wall. Now as she was looking at them up close, there was a pattern. It dawned on her that something was written in claw marks.

She took a few steps back, finding herself leaning onto the kitchen table. She read out what the indents was saying.

"The Story must be re-read"

What did this mean? What story? What was it talking about? What did it have to do with her? Why was she there? But she didn't have time to think of these answers.

Her animal instincts kicked in.

Someone was watching her.

Eyes of gold, she snapped back to snarl at the person that seemed to threaten her.

There was no one there, just a window with fluttery worn out drapes blowing in the wind.

Cerise started to find herself calming down.

Whatever it was that was staring at her was gone, but now there was something else that had caught her attention. Without taking her eyes away, she made herself around the table; bringing herself closer to the center of her attention.

It was a mask. A bronze mask shaped into a wolf's face.

Cerise recognized it. It was something her father had shown her many times. Like the red hood that she wore from her mother, the wolf mask was something passed down generations and generations of "Bad Wolfs," as Bad Wolf told her. It was type of family heirloom; and like her, it was the only thing whose color wasn't washed out by the haze. She reached out for it.

Weighing it in her hands and studying over it, it was most definitely what her father had shown her before. Why was it in this house? What was she doing here? Where was this place? But again, her thoughts were interrupted.

Cerise's ears picked up a faint wolf's howl, coming from not far. She turned to the kitchen door from the direction that she heard it, she tried to listen closer.

There was something else she was hearing, something different from the wolf's noise. She listened carefully.

It was a child's voice. That meant that she wasn't alone here - wherever "here" was.

Cerise hood hooked the wolf's mask to her waist, if it truly was what her father had shown her – for whatever reason, it was here, with her. It must have some importance. She quickly made her way to the front door. She needed answers.

She opened the door.

If the gray scale haze hurt her eyes in the log cabin, then what was outside assaulted her senses. There was dense fog that had settled itself into wherever Cerise had found herself in. Looking in all directions, she couldn't see more than a mere few feet; she could barely make out what seemed to be an outline of another house that was barely next door.

Where was she? Where was this place? What is this place?

She continued to ask herself these questions. Over and over again in her head she asked.

That voice. That voice of a child she heard from earlier. She swallowed her fear and anxiety.

Cerise walked off into the dense fog.