Isabel entered the dreamscape without realizing it, and like all the times before in recent memory, he was there, waiting for her. This time he was sitting on that boulder in the woods, the one they'd stargazed on together. She took her previous position next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and tried to ignore the fact that she'd shot him down here, tried to not remember the crestfallen look on his face when she'd told him she only wanted to be friends.
"It's really clear tonight isn't it." He spoke, breaking the silence first. "You can almost see the milky way." he pointed with his left index finger, squinting off into the distance.
"Yeah." She agreed, her voice sounding hoarse from all the sobbing of the last few days.
"You okay Iz?" He queried, looking concerned.
"Yeah." She sighed. "I just can't get used to you being...." her voice trailed off.
"I know." He replied comfortingly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "It wouldn't be so bad if Nicholas weren't here. Everyone else pretty much ignores me but Nicholas..." he trailed off.
"Nicholas? What are you talking about Alex?" She asked turning to him in confusion.
Alex rolled his eyes to himself. "You know, you wouldn't think I'd have to explain myself in my own dreams." He thought out loud.
"Alex..." Isabel began hesitantly, really confused now.
"Nicholas, guy keeping me hostage. Really Isabel I don't want to talk about it in my dream, I'd rather sit here and stargaze with you." He explained and tried to tilt her gaze back to the heavens above them but she would not be deterred.
"Alex. How often is it that you can control what happens in your dreams?" She asked him seriously.
The boy thought about it, scratching his head, narrowing those blue, blue, eyes in concentration until realization dawned in them.
"Isabel...you're not...you're not saying what I think you're saying are you?" Alex demanded.
Isabel opened her mouth to reply when suddenly he was no longer there. "Alex?" She called getting up off the log and walking a little ways closer to the woods. "Alex where are you?"
It was then she caught sight of a dark haired fourteen year old boy grinning evilly at the much taller elder teenager who was strapped down to a gurney. Nicholas looked up, catching Isabel's eyes and smiled a slow smile full of malice and hate and whispered two words. "Soon Vilandra." before redirecting his attention to the boy on the table.
"It's really clear tonight isn't it." He spoke, breaking the silence first. "You can almost see the milky way." he pointed with his left index finger, squinting off into the distance.
"Yeah." She agreed, her voice sounding hoarse from all the sobbing of the last few days.
"You okay Iz?" He queried, looking concerned.
"Yeah." She sighed. "I just can't get used to you being...." her voice trailed off.
"I know." He replied comfortingly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "It wouldn't be so bad if Nicholas weren't here. Everyone else pretty much ignores me but Nicholas..." he trailed off.
"Nicholas? What are you talking about Alex?" She asked turning to him in confusion.
Alex rolled his eyes to himself. "You know, you wouldn't think I'd have to explain myself in my own dreams." He thought out loud.
"Alex..." Isabel began hesitantly, really confused now.
"Nicholas, guy keeping me hostage. Really Isabel I don't want to talk about it in my dream, I'd rather sit here and stargaze with you." He explained and tried to tilt her gaze back to the heavens above them but she would not be deterred.
"Alex. How often is it that you can control what happens in your dreams?" She asked him seriously.
The boy thought about it, scratching his head, narrowing those blue, blue, eyes in concentration until realization dawned in them.
"Isabel...you're not...you're not saying what I think you're saying are you?" Alex demanded.
Isabel opened her mouth to reply when suddenly he was no longer there. "Alex?" She called getting up off the log and walking a little ways closer to the woods. "Alex where are you?"
It was then she caught sight of a dark haired fourteen year old boy grinning evilly at the much taller elder teenager who was strapped down to a gurney. Nicholas looked up, catching Isabel's eyes and smiled a slow smile full of malice and hate and whispered two words. "Soon Vilandra." before redirecting his attention to the boy on the table.