This is my first fanfic, so please be nice on the reviews. Thanks!
I ran through the dark hallway, bypassing all of the paintings that were done of me.
"Christine!" He screamed my name behind me. I ignored and kept running. The hallway ended and turned into a thick forest. My brown curls were getting caught in the branches. I could hear his footsteps quickly approach me. Boney fingers gripped on my shoulder and yanked me around. I cried out in fear. I saw his pale white skin reflect in the moonlight, my legs tripped over themselves, and I ended up on the cold hard earth.
"Not again Christine, you will not leave me again!"
My eyes shot open to my bright and sunny yellow room.
"Thank goodness." I mumbled to myself. My feet reached the carpet, and made their way towards the bathroom.
My blue eyes looked dull and tired, and my curls were messy and frizzy. I never considered my self pretty, plain looking was more like it.
"Christine! Hurry up or we're going to be late!" My dad yelled from downstairs. He was recently given a job as an English Professor at Whitford University. That's why we had to move, and now I have no friends. I threw my unruly hair back into a pony tail, put on some jeans, and my favorite blue tank top. I ran to the car.
"Are you excited?" I asked my dad as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Yeah, I heard it's beautiful." Our half hour drive continued without conversation. My dad turned on the Bee Gees, while I jammed out to Sarah Brightman.
The further we drove, the uglier the weather seemed to get. It was sunshine when we left our house, now it's dark and windy. Perhaps it's an omen.
My dad nudged my shoulder, I was drifting off to sleep.
"We're here Chris." He closed the car door behind him. I popped out my headphones and ran to catch up with him. We were greeted by a peppy blonde girl.
"Hi, you must be the Daae's, my name is Meg. I am going to be your tour guide today!" She gave us a smile and we shook hands.
The university smelled old. Not that it was a bad smell, it was just unique.
"Follow me this way please." Meg led us down a cool hallway, and shared some university history.
"The University was original used as an Opera House, and was built in 1884. It wasn't changed to a college until 1952." We turned into a room that probably had hundreds of artwork pieces. Meg continued on.
"This is the art gallery. All of the artwork you see has been done by students. Have you ever heard the language of Erik Duvall?"
My father and I shook our heads, and Meg's eyes grew wide in astonishment.
"Wow! That's okay, I enjoy telling the story. Erik Duvall was a student here 20 years ago, and he was an absolute genius. He must have had a face deformity though because he always wore a white mask. Anyways, he was a magnificent composer, artist, and architect. Socially though, he was an outcast. He said that he was reincarnated, and was waiting for his love. Erik would draw wonderful paintings of this girl, we have one on display here, the others vanished. He slowly turned from weird into a lunatic. If he caught anyone saying bad things about him or his work, he would kill them. 5 people were found strangled to death. When the police came to arrest Erik, he disappeared. Creepy isn't it? Oh, here is the painting."
All of our jaws dropped. My eyes were glued to the picture, but Meg's and my dad's moved to me.
"Christine." My dad said quietly. "She looks just like you."
It was true, the girl in the painting had the same blue eyes, white skin and brown curls. The only difference was, she was dressed in Victorian clothing.
"Wait a minute. Your name is Christine?" Meg asked.
"Yeah, why?" I answered nervously.
"That was her name. The girl Erik was waiting for."
I looked at Meg straight on, feeling my heart reach my stomach.
"You're lying."
Meg shook her head no. My dreams! I only thought that they were nightmares. Tears began to well up in my eyes.
"Could you tell me where the bathroom is please?" Both Meg and my dad looked at me with sympathy.
"Oh yeah. Go out this room, turn left down the hallway, and you'll run into it."
"Thanks." I said as I quickly left the room. I hate to cry in front of people, it makes me feel so, weak.
I pushed the door open to the ladies room, and began to run warm water. I washed my face and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. It was just a coincidence. My dreams couldn't be true. I patted my face dry and walked out.
"Christine…Oh my love."
A man's voice came out of no where, and I stopped in the middle of the hallway. My heart began to beat a thousand times per minute. Chills ran up my spine, I was being watched.