Bride of the Devil

Chapter 8: Diana Awakens

Until her tears touched her lips and woke her up from this ecstatic nightmare.

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"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Diana let out a high-pitched scream when she woke up from her nightmare. She stood up from her bed and was sweating like never before, as though she had run a marathon or something. Her hair was now messed up and her emerald eyes were wide and somewhat a little red. Tears still flowed down from her eyes.

"It was just another dream," she stated sadly. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked herself back and forth. "Just a dream…just a dream…just a dream…" she kept murmuring.

All of the sudden the door to her room burst open and Diana shrieked and covered her face with her hands.

"Adela…hija mia…what happened?" A soft female voice recalled. It was the young girl's mother.

"Ama…eres tu…" Diana replied, her voice still broken with so much fear and grief.

"Oh, Adela…are you all right, corazon?"  Her mother replied in Spanish. Her mother looked sweaty and pale as she sat by the bedside of her daughter's bed. She wasn't alone though.

All of the sudden her father came accompanied by his nephews and nieces and other people. "Adela…what happened, bonita?"

Her father strode across the room and wrapped his arms around his daughter. She was trembling and she felt so cold.

"Yes, Papi…no te preocupes…don't worry about me" Diana looked up at her father.

Maria, Jose and Diana's other cousins were looking at her with grief, preoccupation and fear. "You OK, Adela?" Jose replied softly.

"Yeah, Jose…just had another nightmare…that's all…" Diana stated back.

"Adela…that was the sixth time this week you keep having nightmares…" Maria replied and the rest of her cousins and aunts and uncles nodded. There had been a family reunion today, but Diana was too tired to even talk to her adopted family so she went to sleep early. "You know Adela…this is not very common…I think you should tell us what these nightmares are about…"

"Yeah Adela, tell us…" a boy named Jesus, who was also Diana's cousin, replied.

"I-I-I can't…I'm sorry…it's just to horrible…" Diana placed her hands on her face and her mother stroked her hair.

"Adela…you have to tell us…I mean look at yourself, mija…you have dark circles over your eyes, your not concentrating in anything and you haven't eaten any food for the past six days…your getting really thin and I'm really getting preoccupied, linda!" her mother protested angrily.

"I'm sorry, but…I can only tell you that someone's…someone's…after me…I think…" Diana replied miserably.

"Adela…I might help you…there's a Mexican herb that can probably help you with these nightmares…if that's okay with you, preciosa" Diana's aunt named Ada replied kindly.

Diana's family looked at her preoccupied, but still they gave her a comforting smile. "Okay, Tia Ada…okay…" she got up and straightened herself up.

"Adela…I think you should come with us and party…so you can relax a bit…" her mother stated.

"Ummm…okay…thanks, Ama y Apa" she headed towards the restroom, but still she could hear the whispers of sadness behind her back.

Maybe Diana was loosing her mind over this…but she really didn't know what that nightmare was really about…and how important it could be.

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As Diana headed towards the restroom, she could still hear the voices of her mysterious lover in her head. His soft sweet voice and his laughter.

What she didn't understand was why did the boy of her dreams called her 'Diana'? She knew perfectly well that her name was Adela Ramirez, the all time Mexican American girl. Did the boy of her dreams mistaken her from another girl?

But…she wasn't really Adela Ramirez Ripoll. She was adopted…and she wasn't sure if she was Latin American at all. What if she was born in a different country…with different parents…a different family? What if her real name WAS Diana?

But…Diana who? The gorgeous boy of her dreams hadn't mentioned her the last name. God, she wished she had a clue. She turned on the tabs from the sink and spilled water over her face. She was extremely exhausted.

Her whole body hurt like hell, including her middle region. Was that dream for real or not?

She looked herself in the mirror and noticed that she had looked like never before. She was beyond pale, her lips were so red and her eyes no longer held that beautiful color. She placed her hand on her stomach and noticed that she was thinner than ever.

But she didn't care about her features right now. She wondered about the boy in her dreams and about her past as well.

She wished her parents knew something more about her childhood, but all they could say was that they found her in front of their door. Where did she REALLY come from? So many questions imploring to be answered any minute.

Yet…she would never know. Her parent's were pretty sure her real parents were dead. But that doesn't mean that they were dead. There was no letter saying that they died…just a scar that came along her forehead. She sighed in bitter defeat.

Somehow the dreams that she had made her very exciting. She wanted to know who those people that were screaming were…and the person that murdered them.

Yet the nightmare she had right now…kept her in thought. She was being seduced by a boy she had never seen before in her life.

Such a sexy British accent he had, Diana thought. Once again she rinsed her face with water and looked herself in the mirror.

"Adela! You okay, mija…dinner's ready!" her mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Okay! Thanks, Ama!"  Diana replied back.

With one last look on the mirror she felt sexual desire running through her body…she wanted to dream again about that gorgeous boy…to experience the pain and pleasure…

She headed towards the door and into the living…unaware that her day will soon come…

TBC

A/N: Hmmmm…many people wonder where Jessica is…why don't you people read the story over again and then you'll know!!

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