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Charity Ball

L.A Sway

There was a haze of colors. The young woman again. Lara Croft, she was yelling about something. He saw her turn, and fall. Screams, a warp of faces. That circular object again. The bright white, and then an explosion.

Jack sat up with a start, his body in a cold sweat. He sat there for a long while in his dark bedroom, the sound of traffic distant outside his closed window. He glanced at the clock, 2:45, and then over at the magazine article on Lara, after his dreams continued, he began to read up on her. But in the past week he had had the same dream over and over again, revealing more and more each time, and a growing fear inside him got worse every time he awoke. "Get a hold of yourself!" He said aloud to the darkness of the room. He looked over the article, reading about another charity ball being held in London that Lara would be attending. He rubbed the back of his neck, "London might be a nice vacation."

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Lara brushed away the dark hairs that had fallen into her face, eyeing her reflection in the long bathroom mirror. She could still hear the loud instrumental music of the ball inside the closed door. She was beginning to tire of these large social events, but as usual, 'it was for a good cause.' She let out a sigh, smoothed the wrinkles on her long black dress and stepped out into the chaos of the party.

The ball was crowded, couples drinking champagne, laughing, music. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic as several young men rushed forward, making desperate attempts at trying to win her attention. She shoved past them and walked towards the back of the room, near the buffet table. "Ah, Lady Croft. You look stunning." Lara managed a smile for the older man, " Why, Thank you Mr. Kincaid, you've done a wonderful job planning tonight. It looks as if it has been a success." "But you, with no date? How can that be?" He said moving in on her, his hand reaching out to touch her back. Lara raised an eye brow, " No I did not bring a date, but that is not an invitation. Now kindly remove your hand." He let out a hardy laugh, and raised his champagne class to her. "One of a kind Lady Croft, one a kind!" He mumbled to himself as he walked off to the opposite of the room. Lara watched him go, "It's going to be a long night."

"Lady Croft?" Lara looked up from her chair to spy a man standing above her. He looked as if he would be in his late 20's, his dark brown hair a mess. "Yes?" He suddenly looked unsure of himself, but instead cleared his throat. "The names Jack Donavay, I've heard so much about you, I just wanted to meet you." Lara eyed him and smiled, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Donavay." He looked in a way relieved, and then out stretched his hand, "would you like to dance?" Lara felt in a strange way drawn to him and accepted his hand, standing from her chair.

Jack watched as Lara Croft, who was much more beautiful in person, accepted his offer to dance. She placed her hand on his, and immediately he felt as if he had been shocked. His eyes blurred and the room suddenly became dark, he saw Lara running, heard screams, that circular object. A bright white light, his dream. He was dreaming again, but that couldn't be, he was awake. "Mr. Donavay?" He heard his name and then all of sudden he was back in the ball room, Lara standing across from him, a concerned look on her face. "Are you alright?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. He slowly nodded his head, trying to shake away what happened. The room suddenly felt so small, and he felt like he was spinning. Her hand was still touching his, and tried to manage a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, Shall we dance?" With that he walked with her onto the floor, and pulled her close to him dancing to the loud instrumental music.