This is the next chapter ! A bit of action in this one not just the rape scene... As you might have probably guessed the italics are Claire having a dream... A bad one... Sooo review and me and my friend are working on the next one ! Hopefully it will be quicker than last time...


"Kiss me, Claire," a sweet voice said. The voice woke me up from my warm sleep and I tiredly dragged open my sleep-drugged eyes and saw an angel kneeling in front of me. Okay, I was pretty sure it was angel and even though she didn't have the wings and halo she definitely looked like one.

"Who are you?" I asked. The angel laughed, her voice sounding like the peal of a silver bell.

"Don't you know who I am? I have been giving you a great time lately…" she said, trailing off on the end and looking wistful. I stared back at her, thoroughly confused.

"I don't get it…" I said softly, shaking my head and casting my gaze elsewhere.

Now, not being blinding by the white angel I had the chance to look around and was pleasantly surprised to see that I hadn't woken up in my familiar bedroom, but instead in a glowing meadow of vibrant green grass that swayed in the gentle wind and the sun kissed trees that surrounded this sacred place in a protective circle. Clouds moved lazily overhead, momentarily blocking the bright sunshine and dimming the glitter of the sparkling waters of a clear brook that wound leisurely down from the thick trees and around a corner into wonderful places unknown. It was breathtakingly beautiful and I almost forgot of the strange ice-angel that was bothering me with her heavenly siren song.

"I am the founder of a town," she began, looking intently at me to see if that sparked some recognition. I quickly shook my head; I still didn't have any idea who this beautiful being was. "Of Morganville," she said, tilting her head at me and raising one frosted eyebrow. Only then did I realize that I had been staring at her torso, at her... um, I blushed and looked up to see Amelie's smiling face looking down at me.

"Oh, Amelie! Hi…" I stuttered out, clearly frightened now.

"Hi," she said still smiling, but it was a nervous smile, filled with doubts. I looked away and frowned in disappointment. Now that I knew who it was, she didn't sound quite so angelic anymore, nor was she some mystical being. Just Amelie. But Amelie was never just Amelie and she did look angelic. "Are you going to kiss me then?" she asked, repeating her original question. I shook my head and sighed when her face fell and she looked genuinely hurt. Why must she do this to me? "Aww! Why not?" she whispered timidly, as if afraid of the answer and absentmindedly played with a strand of dead grass.

"Because I don't want to and that alone should be a good enough reason," I started off, preparing for her reluctance to believe and listen, "You're nice and all, but I don't want to do anything like that with you… It's just not right!" I sighed and let my head hang, feeling exasperated. No matter how many times I explained to her and told her that I didn't want anything to do with her, she just ignored it and kept on with the, well... rape.

Suddenly everything changed. The sky imploded upon itself and like spilled blood, light, the colour of bright crimson bled from the now black sun and turned the whole of the heavens into a bloody red colour with blazing orange and red clouds that glittered like hot lava. The grass first blackened as if being held to flame and then charred completely and crumbled into the ground, making it rocks and ragged, twisted, razor sharp, living spikes rose in its place. The spikes gouged into my legs and hands, wrapping around like chains and leaving bloody cuts that wouldn't heal and the peaceful spring river turned thick and black like tar and mist began to slowly roll off it in a stinking fog. The trees lit into flames and fell into a swirling, chaotic mass of lava that hissed and spat some three hundred feet below and tormented screams filled the ear along with the sharp sound of sliding metal. Suddenly the peaceful meadow was a burning, dead wasteland of horrors.

"You will kiss me. And we will have such fun," Amelie said, but it wasn't her. The voice was all wrong, low and dark and scratchy and demonic! I looked up with a startled expression and stared in fear at her much changed face. Her eyes had gone as red as the blazing sky above and faint tattoos that matched that evil colour, moved and writhed beneath her skin, making atrocious images that looked so alive that they made me cringe back in horror with the much dreaded fear that they might jump off her skin and consume me. Her clothes had changed too and were torn and bloodied and burned in some places, leaving gaping holes that showed cuts and scratches on her previously unmarred skin. I scrambled to stand up and stumbled back from her sneering face, the only thought in my head was away. Amelie came at me flash of blurred red and white that I couldn't follow and was suddenly on me. I took another startled step back and almost stepped off the edge of a cliff that hadn't been there moments ago and into the lava pit below, but the not-Amelie, as I was calling her, grabbed my arm in a grip that twisted and tore my skin and pulled me towards her.

"Kiss me," she said in that same voice from before, fangs falling down and dripping black blood. I violently shook my head and struggled to get out of her grasp, forgetting that I was on the brink of falling and lost balance, almost plummeting off the edge.

"Help me, Amelie!" I screamed, fear clouding my vision. She smiled in a nasty way and let go. I tried to desperately cling onto her arm, but it was impossible, like trying to grasp onto water. She leaned in close planted her soft lips on mine in a brief kiss that tasted like blood and then let me fall.

As I tumbled in a chaotic descent I turned to see thick, black blood oozing from my neck in fast torrents and dripping down my spine. I lifted my fingers to my throat and was surprised to feel a huge laceration that was the cause of the warm, wet blood.

My fall suddenly ended with a jolting impact and I hit the churning lava at full force and for a second I was floating on the charred top before I sink below and it's hot, it's so unbearably HOT! I lifted my hands into the air, trying to feel for a grasp on something that isn't there and watch in morbid fascination as the skin melts and begins to slide off and my skeletal bones show through in a vibrant white. I opened my mouth to scream-

I screamed and sat up in bed. My duvet and pillow were damp with sweat and the damp sheets were twisted around my legs and felt like an oven. I took a few deep gasping breaths to help calm me down and yanked the sweaty covers off me, pushing over to the side of the borrowed bed and sinking my feet in the plush carpeting. Boy, that was some crazy nightmare. Crazy and scary.

The door opened with a whisper and Amelie quickly strode into the room and stood there in her white-ish and very see-through dressing gown.

"Claire, what's wrong? I heard you scream," she asked, real concern in her voice. I shook my head, not able to meet her worried gaze.

"I just had a nightmare, that's all. Nothing to worry about," I said with false bravado for I was really shaking bad inside. Amelie sighs and looks around my room, with a distracted gaze. Well her room, since she had lent it to me. Temporarily.

"Are you sure that you're alright? You don't need some help getting to sleep?" she asked, still holding on to concern that I was no longer sure was fake. I shook my head vigorously.

"I'm fine. Actually I'm feeling really rather tired right now, so I'll be going to sleep now…" I said, yawning to emphasize the effect. I lay down and shut my eyes tight so they wouldn't accidently open and listened. Silent footsteps came towards me and an impossibly soft kiss was planted on my forehead. Then I heard the almost quiet click of the door shutting and I fell into a merciful sleep that was, thankfully, dream, nightmare, free.

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