Hi guys! Me again, but this time, there will be no Hunger Games only the amazing 'Immortales mundi'. So please enjoy.
Copyright: I do own these characters and I would appreciate it if nobody stole this story.
Whovian-CapitolGirl
Once upon a December
Prologue- Sweet Dreams
As I sit up in bed, I notice that my glass doors have already developed a thin layer of condensation. I grab my phone and check the time. Great, 1:43AM. I walk over to the French doors and quietly open them. As I do, a sudden gush of icy wind slaps me for my idiocy. I gasp in pain and run to the mirror on my dresser to find a blood red mark on my cheek. I sigh and then look around, alarmed at how loud my usually quiet voice seems in the impending silence.
When I deduce that nothing has been disturbed, I snag my full-length black cloak and my phone. I check my appearance and find myself in a tight boob-tube white dress that goes to mid-mid-thigh. A white choker surrounds my neck and white sleeves lie on my arms, flourishing out at the wrist and ending just above my elbow. Hmm. I guess I forgot to change when I got in. I take my hair out of its complex design and let it fall to my waist as I step into the blizzard.
My white hair flows in the wind as I grip the railing on the edge of the balcony. Suddenly strong muscular arms come around my waist. I moan in pleasure and turn around, only to find that the company is not who I expected. A gag in placed in my mouth to silence my screams and I find something coming in contact with my face repeatedly. A fist. As the floor ascends towards my falling body I hear a man's voice, tinged with pain and grief, screaming my name. "Lily! Lily!"
And then I hear her. Her voice, as soft as silk, starts to speak. "Hey hunny, how's the death wish? Still intact?" I go to cover my ears, only to find my wrists bound. She kneels in front of me, her black hair wrapping around her throat, protecting her one weakness. She moves to sit on her knees and sings the one tune I don't want to hear, especially from her.
Sweet dreams, are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?
I've travelled the world, and the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.
My ears start to bleed into my hair as the man inside my room screams once more, attempting to cover his ears as she pauses and then starts to serenade me with another verse of her carcinogenic song.
Some of them want to use you.
She giggles at my pathetic struggles and yanks my head to look at the tortured man inside.
Some of them want to be used by you.
Another giggle, but this time she flies next to him and steps on his injured leg with a snap, making him yell out in pain before she walks back to me and twitters again.
Some of them want to abuse you.
She smiles menacingly and pulls the hair off my neck. She slowly sinks her fangs into the vein in my neck. I yelp and one thought crosses my mind. So this is how I die. The man in the room slumps forward, unconscious. My eyelids flutter and just before I pass out, she sends the final line of her ballad to me telepathically.
Some of them want to be abused.
"Lily! Get up, now! You're going to be late for school!" I jump as I awake from the nightmare and start pulling on a pair of worn-out jeans and a plain Tee. I yank my hair into a ponytail and yell, "I'm coming."
God that was a creepy dream.