Written by: Micky
A/N: This story takes place after Entice when they have Nick back from the other world. This is a ZaraxAstley pairing and I'm sorry for all you Nick lovers out there but he's portrayed as a little bit of an ass in this so if you like Nick and hate ZaraxAstley then don't read! You have been warned.
Slowly, hesitantly I opened my eyes. The world around me was covered in a deep haze and there was a dull returning pain pounding my head. I gave a feeble attempt at sitting up only to feel a sharp burn cut through my body. I shrieked into the cloth gag. My vision had cleared quickly from the pain and I spun my head around taking in my surroundings. I was set on the cold cement floor; my back was against the hard cement wall. Claustrophobia the fear of tight spaces. I tried to my moving my arm, wincing as the burning pain returned. I glanced down taking in the sight of my pale body wrapped in iron ropes, multiple burns were over my skin along with some cuts that bled crimson blood over my white shirt. I attempted to scream again, lungs straining with the effort of screaming into the fabric. I laid my head back down listening as heavy, loud, footsteps coming from outside the room. The loud clank of a heavy bar being moved echoed around the room increasing the pain in my head. A tall figure stood in the doorway, his glamour was gone. I stared at the pixie, I did not recognize him as he knelt next to my bound form on the floor. He smelled of dove soup and a hint of blood, he was wearing normal clothes, jeans and a black shirt. He placed two cool blue fingers under my chin, tilting me so that I could stare into his harsh silver eyes. He smirked a small pointed fang resting on his lower lip.
"Hello, Zara White."
I cringed at the malice in his voice. He ripped the cloth gag away from my face, leaving a long gash along my cheek that lightly dripped blood. I turned away letting my hair fall in front of my face, shielding me from its piercing gaze. The pixie snorted then grabbed my shoulders, just above the ropes. He slammed me hard against the wall, the demonic ropes slashing into my skin. Is this what it's like to be a war prisoner? I shrieked again as he threw me across the room landing hard. Algophobia the fear of pain. I tried crawling away but it hurt too much to move an inch. Where's Nick! I pleaded in my head that he would come back for me, save me. Then the memory flew back to me. My heart ached with the weight of it.
"You disgust me!"
The familiar voice rang through my mind, with each syllable breaking my heart a little more. A single tear fell down my cheek. I had barely noticed the pixie crouching next to me. He regarded me as if I was an experiment then bent low next to my head and whispered into my ear.
"You will have more to cry about when M'Lord Frank gets here."
I let out a soft gasp at the mention of the evil pixie kings name. A satisfied grin spread over the pixies face revealing his sharp fangs. He strode confidently out of the cell leaving me to the thoughts I was desperately trying to avoid. Mnemophobia the fear of memories.
A/N: Okay so what do you think? Please tell me if she is out of character I wrote this during math class and it has been a while since I have read the series. I tried to incorporate her love of Amnesty International and her phobias. I plan on making 3 more chapters so please R&R!