Chapter 11
AN: woosh! Time flies by fast after a few weeks! I am so happy to have the traffic reach over 500 so far! So thank you… Don't worry though because I don't know how I am going to end it but I don't plan on it ending quite so quickly. I don't know about you, but I get sad when I am reading this totally awesome fanfic and it's not finished, and hasn't been updated since 2009… I dunno O ehehehe, suggestions would be much appreciated as I have no ideas….
Fleur's eyes fluttered open, not quite sure if what happened was a dream or reality. She had this new sentiment built into her now and she didn't really know what to make of it. It was a new sensation as though being with B was dangerous, and that's what she wanted. Usually dreams meant something right? So this only confused the detective further. She peered over to her side where B was looking out to the bed of water that nearly took their lives. "What happened?" With a loud sigh B continued to look out into the lake, without turning to look at the young woman. "After the car swerved, we sunk into the water. You were unconscious so I pulled you out. We barely made it out alive." Her eyes widened, she only remembered her vision blurring and her name being called. It felt as though it was miles away, rather than just a few inches. "Thank you," she said in a small voice. She felt as though this was all her fault. Everything, not just the incident. Trying to get back on her feet, she stumbled back to the mucky surface once more. Swearing under her breath, she tried again only to fail. B reached over and picked her up in his arms. Despite his usual appearance, he was intact quite strong. They couldn't stay there so B started walking back to the direction in which they came. Eventually, they could get some help. Fleur snuggled against B, the familiar scent relieving herself from all the tension. The memory of the dream was still fresh in her mind, but she didn't want to bug B about it. After all, he was still under a careful watch. With a small sigh, she closed her eyes. B took that as a temporary accept of his mental apology, and let a small smile creep up his face. It has been along time since he felt happy.
It turns out that L had installed several cameras and GPS in every car so he sent help right away. A shiny black vehicle came halting to a screech in front of B and a familiar face was in the driver seat. B felt a little tinge of guilt, Watari had to come back from where he was to pick them up. But the older male showed no signs of annoyance. He went around back and brought several blankets and placed them on the seat next to B. Fleur's head lay on the man's lap and was wrapped almost like a burrito, while remaining under the strong hold of Beyond. He stroked her face carefully, his fingertips lightly touching all her features. Her lips were a shade of blue, and it worried B. He covered them with his own, until he felt them turn warm again. Fleur didn't stir, and B let out a sigh of relief. No matter how good it felt in the spur of the moment, he didn't want to anger her any further. A few minutes later, they arrived back to the large building. Watari tried to tell B that someone could take the sleeping woman to her room but was stubbornly denied several times. He opened the door to her room with his foot, and praised himself for being able to do such things. He placed her in her bed and softly closed the door. Fleur smiled to herself, she had been awake the entire time.
It was dark, Fleur couldn't see a thing. She strained her eyes and opened them widely, trying to make sense from what was going on around her. She had been running. Her limbs screamed and ached, pleading her not to move another inch. She didn't quite know what was going on, but she knew that something was there; something dangerous. She huffed and put her hands on her knees, her chest contracting heavily and her heart racing. Her head hurt. Scratch that, everything in her body hurt. She felt dizzy and her vision muddled and she looked ahead and saw the scary figure before her. It had no face, but it's features were strange. The limbs exceeding great lengths, making its overall appearance that much creepier. She couldn't fight it. Depp down, she knew it could snap her like a twig. She reached into her pocket and found a knife. Why in hell would she have one? She didn't care, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, her head swimming. She lunged forward at the creature. Her mind felt blank as pure instincts took over. Inches from its face, she froze in mid air. The thing cackled and tore at her, torturing her to her wits end. He sliced her body and burned her. She screamed in her head, her voice unable to find itself. The monster picked her up and threw her. She now lay in a hole. Many bloody people lay around her in piles. A small laugh left Fleurs lips. One mixed with amusement, and one with terror. She then pulled her head back and launched into a full laugh of pure evil.
Fleur woke up from this dream. It confused her as to why such dreams would occur. She would begin terrified and vulnerable, then turn into a maniac unable to control what went through her mind. She decided as though she would deal with it later, as she had some things to take care of. First things, a shower. After wards, she decided that after her accident, she could lounge around. Exploring the building further, she found a separate staircase. Walking down it, she found a row of cells, each vacant. Stopping to peer into one of them, she found it was no ordinary jail cell. There was a cot, a toilet but there was a door on the inside. It was painted crimson. Fleur opened the door with a loud screech, the sound contrasting through the empty hallway. Hesitating, she twisted the knob slowly and stepped inside. A wave of deja vu hit her. She had been there before, but when?
AN: after rereading some of the chapters and comparing them to the story, I sound like a total fangirl XD
