Child of a loving sin
My disclaimer: I don't own Edward nor Kim they belong to Tim Burton. but I do own Sara and friends. So please don't fuss or sue me. Im a poor college student who has no money, your not going to get anywhere if you do.
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The gypsy moon shined her loving face down upon the crumbling castle. Hugging closely to the tips of the spike towers. Casting a natural blue spotlight on the dancing leafed animals within the walled garden. The moonlight uplifted the curtain of darkness reviling a midnight Wonderland.
At the beginning of a glowing graveled garden maze path stood a young girl in a white flowing dress. Bewitched by the beauty of the moonlit garden, she did not see the shadow that ran between the topiaries, watching her move through out his garden.
In the corner of her eye a glimpse of metal caught the moonlight just right reflecting off a shiny blade. Snapping her head in the direction of the light. She saw nothing. Only the faint sound of rapid sniping.
Curiosity getting the best of her she followed the sound. Dashing and hiding behind the dancing animals trying her best not to scare away the creator of the sniping. In swift time she made her way to the edge of a open courtyard. Peeking out from behind a leafed bear she saw what looked like from a distance a boy dressed in black standing on the other end of the yard.
The boy himself couldn't have been much older then her, 20, 21 at least. His back was turned towards her as he looked up into the star filled sky. His features wore unknown to her, all but his wild hair and the tops of his buckled shoulders that were lit up by the touch of the moon.
His stillness was unnatural but calming to her as watched him from afar. To her he seem to be in a state of never ending meditation. So perfect, so still and graceful.
"I've seen him before, but where?" she questioned herself. "If I could just know his name I would remember where I've seen him." Gathering up he courage the girl stepped out from behind the topiary and into the courtyard.
" Hello there! What's your name?"
Nothing happen, just silence from the shadowy figure.
Stepping a bit closer, hoping that this time he wound hear her and turn around. She yelled out again in the direction of the boy.
"I was admiring your garden and I was hoping to thank the artist of sure a beautiful..."
Turning his head slightly to acknowledge the voice. The shadow boy paused and ran into the deep darkness of the garden.
"HEY WAIT! I just want..."
Before she could take another step the ground began to shake violently. Thick Wooden spikes spot out from every direction of the garden, enclosing her. Twisting and mending together creating a dangerous barrier between the shadow boy and herself. Trying her best to breakout free of the twisting, spike barrier the worse case scenario happened. A piercing spike spot up out of the ground, impaling her in the heart.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Screamed Sara awaking in a cold sweat. Siting up in bed she tried her damnest to make sense of the dream. Laying her face in her hands she took in a deep breath hoping to clear her head.. This has been the third dream with him in it since her family move back to suburbia a few months ago. The third "all to real nightmare" that ended in tragedy.
"Great, this will be the third time I awaken in a cold screaming panic. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is it the same dream over and over again, Why?. That's must be it. I'm going mental. How wonderful"
Laying back down onto the pillow Sara tried her best to shake out the terrifying dream from her mind and maybe catch a few Z's but at last no good. Her nightmare stole away any and all desires to sleep. The clock of the bed stand read 4:56 AM when Sara slumped over the top of her pillow to take a look
"Might as well get up and get around, I doubt I'll be able to get back to bed now, im wide awake." Sara grumbled out as she lifted the blue star blanket bed set off her body and stepped on to the carpeted floor.
Still half asleep, She trudged over to her walk in closet getting her daily best to wear for the on coming day. Ah yes Monday's finest. A black Corpse Bride t-shirt and a pair of blue flared jeans. Done with her search Sara gathered up her bundle and walked towards the bathroom door.
Her bedroom was completely engulfed in the dark of early morning, not a single light showed through in this hour. It was no big deal for Sara. She could see just fine in the dark. She always has. She never really needed a light source. No one ever questioned why or how she could it, she just did. It was a natural inborn thing for her.
Walking pass her plan night covered walls, a flash of light caught Sara's eyes forcing her turn in the direction of the shimming surface. Remembering the same scene in her dream Sara closed her eyes preying that she didn't hear sniping noises again.
She waited but nothing, feeling safe once again. Sara raised her head to the upright position hoping that the man of her nightmares was not standing there waiting to take her away. Slowly opening her eyes she saw no shadow boy, only her own reflection standing in front of a full length mirror.
The darkness plays tricks on one's mind, concealing and illuminating the world. Having the shadows dance spells around you, it makes you afraid of ordinary daylight objects. Your reflection is no different.
Sara jumped back at the darken figure standing in the mirror. Was that really her? Or course it was. She told herself. The night just makes everything a bit more scarier.
Stepping forth towards the mirror she looked herself up and down making sure the frightening girl in the mirror was really her. Strange Sara thought. She never really looked like anybody in her family. Not her mom, dad, little sister or grandma. Not even her aunts and uncles she bared no resemblance to.
Most of her family cared the trait of blonde straight hair and rosie red cheeks. Sara did not. Her hair was long, waive and raven black , her cheeks a light shade of blue. She eyes won't the lovely shade of green as her little sister had but a dark, glowing emotional blue.
Looking somberly at herself she remembered how in her younger days she questioned her mother on why she had dark eyelines and blue eyes. The response was always the same from her mother. "Its just a vitamin deficiency that's all, your eyes will change when your older."
She was older now and still she remained the same. She still had her raven hair and pale snow white skin, she never changed. Not like everyone else.
Sara never questioned her origins before, she never really thought too much into it. But as of late with these dreams recurring night after night she's questioned a lot about herself. There was a lot of answers she felt were hidden from her. Someday she will find her answers to her unanswered wondering. Someday.
Snapping out of her philological state of mind Sara stepped away from the mirror and picked up the little journey to the bathroom. Flinging off her spongbob PJ's on to the floor as she went along to the bathroom. Closing the door, she stepped in to the shower and started her first day as a senior.