Part Six: Alex's
POV
"So that's Alex Springs
huh?? The Black Angel," said a distant voice.
"Not what you expected??"
said a familar voice.
The voice that sounds so
familiar must be that monster, Hunter.
"I expected her to be
more...bigger I guess. She's so tiny," said the other
voice.
"I wish those damn witches
hadn't wrapped her wrists," said Hunter
"Why?" said the other
voice.
"Because the more she
bleeds, the faster the process of her having the dream
and the symbol burned on to
her."
"So, how does this thing
work?? Does the dream do it?" asked the un-familar
voice.
"Well why don't we show you
the video," said Hunter.
"There's a video of this
happening??" asked the other voice.
"Yes, technology is good,
technology is wise," said Hunter.
"Ohmygod," said the
voice.
As soon as the voices
disappeared out of hearing range I slowly got up. I
had been placed in a room
with a soft bed, a huge mirror, and walls as white
as a
dove.
"I can't handle this room,"
I said to myself.
"So sorry," said a
voice.
"Who's there?" I
paniced.
"How about I not tell you
and just say I did," said the voice.
A few seconds later a black
image started appearing through the white padded
walls. He was so beautiful!!
He had white blonde hair, black eye lashes, and
electric blue
eyes.
"How about you do and say
you didn't," I suggested.
He smiled
slowly.
"What?" I said looking at
him.
"I like you," he said
smiling deeper.
"Oh, excuse me while I jump
for joy," I said sarcastically.
The next thing I knew his
face was right in front of mine.
"Hush," he said placing one
of his fingers against his lips.
He was looking at me
intensely. I could feel a deep flush creep up in my
face as he continued to
stare.
"What?? Do I have food in my
teeth or something??" I asked finally.
He grinned and then he was
gone.
"Fucking freak," I said.
"Time to figure out how to get out of here."
TBC...
