Chapter Three: I'll Be Watching You
Jenny sighed and looked at the sleeping queen.
"As they've always said, curiosity killed the cat." She turned to Coricopat, her face worried. "Did she say anything? Or did she just wonder in here?" Coricopat started to speak, but stopped.
"She just wondered in here." Jenny nodded.
"That's what I was afraid of. Coricopat, would you mind sitting in with her. I don't want her wondering around. I'm going to go speak with Cassandra right now. Will you carry her to her room as well?" Coricopat's lips twitched upward, as he tried to suppress a smile.
"Of corse I wont mind." He gently picked Demeter up blanket and all, and carried her down the hallway, and back into her room. He placed her on her bed, and worked the covers out from underneath her. Once that task was done, he pulled the blankets up over her, until it touched her chin. On an impulse, he bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked away from the sleeping queen, and sat by her bed side. As the hours went by he watched her with increasing fascination. She would whisper softly in her sleep, and once in awhile, she would start to sing. He turned to glance out the window, when Demeter screamed. His head jerked back around, and he gasped. She was clawing and scratching herself, drawing blood. He was up like a shot. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her claws from doing any more damage. "Demeter! Demeter, wake up! Demeter!" With an ear piercing scream Demeter opened her eyes. She looked up at him with horrified fascination.
"Do you want to hurt me Cori?" Cori stared at her in bewilderment.
"Where on earth did that come from?" Demeter continued to stare into his eyes, her voice was childlike, almost as if she were still asleep.
"In my dreams, I see my name in bright lights. At least, I think it's my name. I think it says Demmie, but I'm not sure, cause it's really fuzzy. But then the lights change into your eyes. They're hatful, and mean. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry. But then I see this shiny thing coming down at me, and a horrible pain on my throat. Then . . . nothing. But then I see your eyes again. They look. . . loving. What does that mean?" Coricopat stared at her. He was glad she was in this dream like sequence. She would most likely forget this in the morning.
"I'm not sure Demeter. Go back to sleep." She closed her eyes, and he started to get up, but she opened her eyes again.
"Please don't leave me alone! I don't wanna be alone!" He smiled at her softly.
"I'm not going to leave." She smiled up at him, then closed her eyes, resting her head on his outer thigh. Cori waited until he was sure she was asleep, then slipped out of the bed, flexing his cramping leg. What in the hell was that about? And why am I worried about her? I don't even know the broad! But somewhere in his self contious he knew he did know her. How else could he explain HIS dreams?
Jenny sighed and looked at the sleeping queen.
"As they've always said, curiosity killed the cat." She turned to Coricopat, her face worried. "Did she say anything? Or did she just wonder in here?" Coricopat started to speak, but stopped.
"She just wondered in here." Jenny nodded.
"That's what I was afraid of. Coricopat, would you mind sitting in with her. I don't want her wondering around. I'm going to go speak with Cassandra right now. Will you carry her to her room as well?" Coricopat's lips twitched upward, as he tried to suppress a smile.
"Of corse I wont mind." He gently picked Demeter up blanket and all, and carried her down the hallway, and back into her room. He placed her on her bed, and worked the covers out from underneath her. Once that task was done, he pulled the blankets up over her, until it touched her chin. On an impulse, he bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked away from the sleeping queen, and sat by her bed side. As the hours went by he watched her with increasing fascination. She would whisper softly in her sleep, and once in awhile, she would start to sing. He turned to glance out the window, when Demeter screamed. His head jerked back around, and he gasped. She was clawing and scratching herself, drawing blood. He was up like a shot. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her claws from doing any more damage. "Demeter! Demeter, wake up! Demeter!" With an ear piercing scream Demeter opened her eyes. She looked up at him with horrified fascination.
"Do you want to hurt me Cori?" Cori stared at her in bewilderment.
"Where on earth did that come from?" Demeter continued to stare into his eyes, her voice was childlike, almost as if she were still asleep.
"In my dreams, I see my name in bright lights. At least, I think it's my name. I think it says Demmie, but I'm not sure, cause it's really fuzzy. But then the lights change into your eyes. They're hatful, and mean. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry. But then I see this shiny thing coming down at me, and a horrible pain on my throat. Then . . . nothing. But then I see your eyes again. They look. . . loving. What does that mean?" Coricopat stared at her. He was glad she was in this dream like sequence. She would most likely forget this in the morning.
"I'm not sure Demeter. Go back to sleep." She closed her eyes, and he started to get up, but she opened her eyes again.
"Please don't leave me alone! I don't wanna be alone!" He smiled at her softly.
"I'm not going to leave." She smiled up at him, then closed her eyes, resting her head on his outer thigh. Cori waited until he was sure she was asleep, then slipped out of the bed, flexing his cramping leg. What in the hell was that about? And why am I worried about her? I don't even know the broad! But somewhere in his self contious he knew he did know her. How else could he explain HIS dreams?