Disclaimer: All right, I sadly do not own any part of the Labyrinth or any of the creatures dwelling there.
**Please r/r.... my 1st f/f so feel free to criticize, constructively, please. Tell me anything, what it needs, jus anything that comes to mind, PLZ! **
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Prologue: Dreams, Past, and Present
Mismatched eyes gazed into hers as the tune from her mother's lullaby swept through the ballroom like a ghost across the floor. The man she was dancing with seemed to be humming.... or maybe it was singing, she couldn't tell. Everything was so blurry, as if it were a memory. All in one graceful motion during a turn of the beautiful dance, the man with the mismatched eyes pulled her in close. His aristocratic hand lifted her chin and he met her gaze directly. He leaned in, seductive lips coming closer to hers and never once taking those eyes away from hers--
Her alarm clock went off with SR-71 pouring through the radio at an incredible volume. "Ooohhhh," she moaned, *I should just set my clock a few minutes later to finally get to the end of that dream.* But she had already tried that and it seemed that the dream had a mind of its own and jus decided to be cruel to her. She sat up and punched the snooze button and proceeded to pull the blanket over her head. It wasn't only the kiss that made her not want the dream to end, it was the inexplicable longing. For as long as she had had the dream there was an incredible sense of longing. For what, she had no idea, but she felt as though it would never end until; she got to the end of that dream. And she had been having the dream for almost two years! The same one, sometimes only once a week, but other times every other night for months at a time, always to end at the same place. For the past two weeks it had been every night, more than ever, as if it were trying to get to the end with more urgency, like something was about to happen.
And why her mother's lullaby? Her mother had been dead for going on 13 years and before the dreams started she hadn't even thought of the lovely tune. She hadn't even remembered what it was, just that it haunted her tantalizingly just out of her memory's reach, until she started humming it and her father took notice. "I can't believe you remember your lullaby, Elise. I haven't heard it since you were four years old," her father had said with a soft smile in remembrance of her mother, swiftly followed by a look of gloomy loss that passed over his eyes that always followed when he thought of her. Elise had stopped humming it in front of him from that moment on. She couldn't stand seeing her father like that. He always seemed to get so quiet and then he would get depressed and it sometimes took a week for him to be back to normal, which was much better than the previous years, but his depression seemed to get shorter each time now and Elise hoped that soon he could look back with only fond memories and smile.
He had had dates since then but they never seemed to work out. Elise didn't mind that he went out, she wanted him to be happy, but she also wanted him to be hers. Deep down she knew she feared her father falling in love again, and she knew that was selfish to want him all to herself when he could be happier with another companion in his life, but she still knew she wanted him not to have to be happier, wasn't she enough? And she knew the answer to that, too. He loved her and she never doubted that but she couldn't help but wish he didn't need someone else in his life.
Elise didn't really remember her mother that well. She did remember that her parents were happy together. All of her memories of her mother included those of laughter and tickling and pure joy. She remembered her parents sitting and talking and laughing and everything seemed so perfect. And to Elise, as well as her parents, it had been. Even friends who came over and saw pictures of her parents together said they looked so happy together. Almost all said that they looked great together. Elise loved hearing that. Her parents were both very handsome people. Elise looked more like her father, though. Naturally tanned skin that never seemed to lighten, as if once she tanned, it was permanent, and over the years it had made her look as though she went to a tanning bed constantly, the only feature that said anything about her Native-American roots, as distant as they were. Dark blonde hair that had natural highlights the color of wheat, dark green eyes, and height that was taller than average for most of the girls she knew, 5'8" and not yet 17, leaving a few more years to grow. But she had her mother's frame, figure, and features: Thin to the point of almost bony; not very curvaceous, but enough for her age, round face, curved nose, and red-pink lips that weren't full but not quite thin, either.
She got out of bed as her alarm clock sounded again, this time Coldplay singing about ticking clocks and she thought how ironic that was, considering that time was flying by as she lay in bed reminiscing about the past.
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All right, I know its kinda short, but I'm gonna try to add another chapter soon, tell me what you think and if I've made any mistakes b/c this is my 1st time writing a fanfic and I may not know all the rules and going-on and the like ... ;p
**Please r/r.... my 1st f/f so feel free to criticize, constructively, please. Tell me anything, what it needs, jus anything that comes to mind, PLZ! **
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Prologue: Dreams, Past, and Present
Mismatched eyes gazed into hers as the tune from her mother's lullaby swept through the ballroom like a ghost across the floor. The man she was dancing with seemed to be humming.... or maybe it was singing, she couldn't tell. Everything was so blurry, as if it were a memory. All in one graceful motion during a turn of the beautiful dance, the man with the mismatched eyes pulled her in close. His aristocratic hand lifted her chin and he met her gaze directly. He leaned in, seductive lips coming closer to hers and never once taking those eyes away from hers--
Her alarm clock went off with SR-71 pouring through the radio at an incredible volume. "Ooohhhh," she moaned, *I should just set my clock a few minutes later to finally get to the end of that dream.* But she had already tried that and it seemed that the dream had a mind of its own and jus decided to be cruel to her. She sat up and punched the snooze button and proceeded to pull the blanket over her head. It wasn't only the kiss that made her not want the dream to end, it was the inexplicable longing. For as long as she had had the dream there was an incredible sense of longing. For what, she had no idea, but she felt as though it would never end until; she got to the end of that dream. And she had been having the dream for almost two years! The same one, sometimes only once a week, but other times every other night for months at a time, always to end at the same place. For the past two weeks it had been every night, more than ever, as if it were trying to get to the end with more urgency, like something was about to happen.
And why her mother's lullaby? Her mother had been dead for going on 13 years and before the dreams started she hadn't even thought of the lovely tune. She hadn't even remembered what it was, just that it haunted her tantalizingly just out of her memory's reach, until she started humming it and her father took notice. "I can't believe you remember your lullaby, Elise. I haven't heard it since you were four years old," her father had said with a soft smile in remembrance of her mother, swiftly followed by a look of gloomy loss that passed over his eyes that always followed when he thought of her. Elise had stopped humming it in front of him from that moment on. She couldn't stand seeing her father like that. He always seemed to get so quiet and then he would get depressed and it sometimes took a week for him to be back to normal, which was much better than the previous years, but his depression seemed to get shorter each time now and Elise hoped that soon he could look back with only fond memories and smile.
He had had dates since then but they never seemed to work out. Elise didn't mind that he went out, she wanted him to be happy, but she also wanted him to be hers. Deep down she knew she feared her father falling in love again, and she knew that was selfish to want him all to herself when he could be happier with another companion in his life, but she still knew she wanted him not to have to be happier, wasn't she enough? And she knew the answer to that, too. He loved her and she never doubted that but she couldn't help but wish he didn't need someone else in his life.
Elise didn't really remember her mother that well. She did remember that her parents were happy together. All of her memories of her mother included those of laughter and tickling and pure joy. She remembered her parents sitting and talking and laughing and everything seemed so perfect. And to Elise, as well as her parents, it had been. Even friends who came over and saw pictures of her parents together said they looked so happy together. Almost all said that they looked great together. Elise loved hearing that. Her parents were both very handsome people. Elise looked more like her father, though. Naturally tanned skin that never seemed to lighten, as if once she tanned, it was permanent, and over the years it had made her look as though she went to a tanning bed constantly, the only feature that said anything about her Native-American roots, as distant as they were. Dark blonde hair that had natural highlights the color of wheat, dark green eyes, and height that was taller than average for most of the girls she knew, 5'8" and not yet 17, leaving a few more years to grow. But she had her mother's frame, figure, and features: Thin to the point of almost bony; not very curvaceous, but enough for her age, round face, curved nose, and red-pink lips that weren't full but not quite thin, either.
She got out of bed as her alarm clock sounded again, this time Coldplay singing about ticking clocks and she thought how ironic that was, considering that time was flying by as she lay in bed reminiscing about the past.
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All right, I know its kinda short, but I'm gonna try to add another chapter soon, tell me what you think and if I've made any mistakes b/c this is my 1st time writing a fanfic and I may not know all the rules and going-on and the like ... ;p