A/N: Well this goes to show that I am NOT technologically advanced. I actually lost the origonal chapter and now had to rewrite it...Now back to our story...
Erik's POV
Dreams, well more like nightmares plagued me. Until I wake. I search my surroundings to find Irene still sleeping next to me. She is probably the only that has kept me from going on an anger rampage. I shuder as the thought of that goes through me. I turn away from her to try and forget the image of a noose around her porcilin neck. The sun starts to rise, red as blood. Why does everything I see have to be the color of blood.
Because that is who you are, replied the voice.
Damn, I thought I was rid of that voice. It must be that I will never escape it. But, it seems different this time, closer almost. I must be going insane. It's not the first time, Persia... I shake my head in hopes that will get rid of the demon memories that plague me. Instead I turn my attention back to Irene who is still sleeping serenly beside me. Her chest slowly rises and falls, it's barley visable. The only way I can tell that she is still alive is by her fluttering eyelids, which somehow manage to ticle me through my shirt. I fight back the laugh inside of my hard so not to wake her. My attention is then drawn back to the window where something catches my eys I slowly turn my head back to the seat that is facing ours. There sits my mother.
Her blonde hair fell elegantly in a braid down the left side of her head. A crown of pearls sat delicatly on her head, as if a breath would cause them to crumble to the floor. Her dress is snow white, except for the red thrns that adorn the torso.
"Mon démon," she says in her cold voice "it has been a long time." I am stunned to silence.
"Is that anyway you should treat your mother? Last time I had seen you you were begging for me to stay. No? Well no matter, I see you have a replacement for me." she frowned towards Irene, "Come son speak up. No? Well fine, you can't replace me anyways. Sonner or later she will find out the truth and when she does, well, you will hope that the police will find you."
"No." I said, despite my fear of her being correct my voice was firm. "I will not let the happen, you can be rest assured. She will leave before she gets that close."
"Well," she replied a wicked grin returning to her pale face "where ever you go death follows close behind my son." When she had finished she was watching Irene as a cat might eye a mouse. Instinctively I turned to her Only to find her with a fatal wound and a knife protruding out of her heart." I started to black out at the sound of my own evil mother's glee filled laugh.
Irene's POV
I vaugly remember falling asleep. But, I watch as the memories flash behind my eyes. So bitter sweet, so colorful. They range form when my mother's death to racing the boys in the mud. Even memories of my time at the underground lake. I try so hard to grasp at them but they flee to quickly, so I bound after them which causes me to fold into another dream.
The memories that I am chasing disappear. Instead I am running down the grassy slope of the old manor house, barefoot. I am in a baby blue dress with pastel flowers around the hem. For some reason I am laughing. Why am I laughing? The surroundings look like they always have, but some how they are brighter. I know where I am running now, to the old willow by the river. As the hill levels out I run even faster. I am more motivated by the sound of a happy gravelly laugh behind me. My heart freezes, he has caught up. I push out an extra burst of strength, but I came hear his labored breathing. A grin spreads like wildfore across my face. Then I hear hands swipe from behind me, just barley missing my waist. I am almost there, maybe 20 meters away, so close that I start to fell the leaves caress my face. 10 meters, I am going to make it . 5 meters I have won. Then I feel strong had around my waist, no. Only 1 meter away, I had almost made it. The pair of hands swung me around in a circle and I laughed histerically. I know I should be scared but for some reason I am not.
Soon I am again conected to the earth. But, in stead of standing I am sitting back on the river bank under the willow watching the sun fade downinto the blue of the river. A contented sigh escapes my lips. The sun is almost completely under the water now and stars start to dapple the navy sky. Lightining flash around and I inediately get up to go and catch them. I feel like a child again and it feels good. I soon hear another person quietly joining me. And that makes me very aware f my leaping an bounding to catch the the tiny lights. I can't help but look back and grin in triumph, but it is to dark to see the man's face. I bound back towards him to show what I had managed to grab like a child. The small insect moved about in my hands. Insistantly I grabbed the man's hands and let the light crawl into it.
He held it closed to his face and laughed as he let it go. God I hope that this dream does not end. I feel my hand get pulled and I am following him towards the willow. Just before we reacj the leaves he stops and we both lay down next to each other. I look up at the noght sky to see the moon rising out of the river to join the sea of stars. Flashes of the bugs joined us and swarmed around our faces. I turned next to me to see the deformed face of Eric as he smiled and whispered, Irene.
And I felt no fear.
A/N: I really enjoyed rewriting this chapter. Mostly because of the fluff. I will try to write but for the next two weeks I may not be able to update because I am in a place with no electronics allowed. Again. Well I will try to smugle it in, but I may only beablke to write two chapters in the next two weeks. Sorry!