chapter 9, nothing really to say except thank you oh so very much to every one who reviewed. I had a nice little break and now I'm back so enjoy. I hafta try and get this done before survivor tonight. Which I didn't. Grrrr my computer doesn't seem to want me to write this chapter, this is my third attempt, but it keeps freezing before , or while I'm trying to save it............I hate technology..................

Disclaimer, I own Charlotte , Riencour and giant foot powder, J.K. Rowling owns all the rest.

Birds That Cant fly

Chapter 9: When dreams come.....

It was so dark, nothing could be seen in the inky blackness. Charlotte had been here before. She could hear as always the sound of his breathing. But still she could not see his face. But the fear did not come. Not even here in this dream world did any emotion touch her. Charlotte stared through the darkness, unafraid of her unseen assailant for the first time since she was a child.

Slowly and methodically she began to take in her surroundings, or what she could. The room was circular, and stone. She looked up, but the ceiling was so far away that it disappeared in the impenetrable darkness. The breathing echoed around her, and she noticed something new about the dream, perhaps it had always been there and she had always been too blinded by terror to notice, but there was nothing to stop it now. An odour, it was vague, like driving by a slaughter house while speeding down the highway. But still it made her feel ill.

Then it came, as always, the hot sticky breath on the back of her neck, this time a strong blast of the smell came with it. The smell over powered her, she felt weak and sank to the cold stone floor. She lay there, hearing the breath and smelling each new fresh wave of stench that made her stomach turn. It was like rotten earth, dead mice and........what was that? Something so familiar, but it took her a moment to place it.

Blood, the unmistakable odour of hot fresh blood. Charlotte wretched and the stink of the bile rose with that awful smell. A pair of glowing red eyes came towards her in the darkness. they moved so near that they were only inches from her face. As one more powerful blast of the odour came so did the flashes. Crimson red this time, Charlotte felt fear take hold of her.

A couple on their wedding day.

A baby girl being cradled by her mother.

A first birthday party.

A package brought by a dark bird

The husband opens the door to the bathroom.

He sees his wife on the floor

She has slit her wrists.

His baby daughter is crying in a pool of her mothers blood.

The phoenix rising.

"Miserere Mei Deus."

Charlotte closed her eyes trying to shut out the images but they just came at her faster and faster. All the images blurred together, but she could steal see it all so clearly. Charlotte screamed and screamed and screamed as her mothers blood came raining down on her.