I love it–the characters and books that inspired this story–but sadly I don't own them. They all belong to the wonderful Kim Harrison.
I was running through some place unfamiliar, surrounded by trees. What I was running from, I am not sure. I looked down at myself to see that my shirt and pants were tattered, and bruises showed on my abdomen. Then as my legs kept moving as fast as they could go, I heard a stream bubbling somewhere nearby. Running into a beautiful garden, one I recognized as Trent's I looked around quickly for help.
That is when I seen him standing there by a fountain, looking like a god in a nicely fitted suit. To my own surprise he opened his arms to me, and I ran into his loving embrace without a second thought, my body fitting nicely in his arms and my nose filling with the scent of green leaves. He ran his hand through my hair, soothing me, and murmuring that it would be okay. I looked up at him and seen that he was now staring over my shoulder, his emerald green eyes had gotten huge with fear.
Then in the woods behind me I heard footsteps, and faster than I could turn around my body was ripped out of Trent's arms, a gruff laugh filling my ears while I cried out from the pain that had filled my body. It felt like my heart was going to explode into a thousand pieces, like my lungs were on fire, and like my limbs were collapsing into themselves.
As the arms that had taken me away from Trent let go I fell to my knees, and folded my arms over my chest where the pain was the worst.
"Rachel," I heard a deep voice in my ear, "Rachel, wake up." I thought I recognized the voice but couldn't put my finger on who it was. I lashed out at the person just as the pain vanished. Whoever it was grunted as my fist met the face of the person standing over me.
"Dammit Rachel," I heard someone curse, "I think you gave me a black eye."
"Glenn?" I said as I got up from the couch, "What are you doing here?" I looked at him in the glow from the tv straining to see as my eyes adjusted.
"I was here to ask you something. When I heard you scream I came in here to see what was the matter. You know you really should start locking that door," he said holding his hand over his eye. When he seen me looking at him he removed his hand.
"And you really shouldn't try to wake me up like that," I said smiling at him as I helped him to his feet.
"Well I was scared you were gonna wind up hurting yourself, you were thrashing around so much."
"I'm sorry, are you okay," I said looking at his eye were it was already swelling.
"I'm okay, I just didn't think you would hit me," he said puffing his chest out. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to regain some of his pride.
"Do you want me to make you a complexion amulet or a pain amulet?" I was already walking into the brightly lite kitchen.
"Both sound good," he said following me. I went to the cabinet that held my charms and pulled out a pain amulet and a complexion amulet. Then pulling out one of my blood sticks I pricked my finger. Messaging three drops onto the wood I asked, "so what did you need to ask me."
"Well I really came here to ask Ivy. It's a missing persons case," he said shrugging.
"Are you sure you just don't want to keep me off a crime scene. Ivy would tell me anyways."
"Not this time, but now that you mention it I may use that excuse in the future. It really wouldn't kill you to get some crime scene etiquette classes you know," he said yawning.
"Wait," I turned to look at the clock. It said that it was three in the morning, so the pixies were still asleep, and he should be, too, "what are doing still up?"
"Well sorry mom, I was trying to get a hold of Ivy." He sat down in my chair with a sigh.
"I will have her call you," I handed him the amulets. He sighed in relief when the amulets slipped over his head and he tucked them behind his shirt.
"Thanks Rachel," he said, walking out the kitchen and to the front door.
"Bye," I called as I heard the front door close. I walked into the living room and turned off the TV. I sat there thinking about the dream and what it was trying to tell me. Then remembering the pain that I felt I pulled up my shirt and looked at my stomach. It had a couple of bruises on it. I thought that those must have been from thrashing around like Glenn said. Why did it hurt though? Dreams were not suppose to hurt. And why would I dream about Trent like that? Shouldn't he be the one chasing me if he was going to be in my dreams at all?
That among a million questions were running through my head when I heard the bell that we used as a doorbell ring. I ran to the front door, cursing myself for not putting a peep hole in yet.
"Hello Ms. Morgan," Trent said.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" I asked him. What is it with everyone staying up past their bedtimes today?
"Well I have some information that might assist you in your job. Tamwood called me asking for it," He said holding up a manila envelope. "Might I come in?"
"Sure," I said recovering myself from the surprise that he was at my door.
Hey sorry if it wasn't that upbeat–yet. *Smiles evilly* I might have to change this story to a M instead of an T later on. Please review. More chapters maybe posted very soon, I have the next week and a half off so I have alot of extra time to write.
