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** - Dreams :: - Thoughts
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Chapter 7
Placing a shaky hand on her chest Hitomi shook her head and kept her eyes on the old man as he seemed to be antsy and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Her heart was pounding and her mind went blank, he tilted his head towards her and then motioned it backwards towards a door that appeared right behind him. Hitomi seemed to understand what he wanted but she didn't understand how she knew that he wanted her to follow him but in her head her mind ran wild with her. Pictures of herself when she walks through that door she falls into a deep well and it seems never ending or a huge monster something on the sort of a huge dragon that was waiting for her to make her extra crispy and charcoaled flavor.
Shaking her head from her wild thoughts she decided to follow this little old man in a door that appeared out of nowhere behind him. The door squeaked as it slowly opened to show only the darkness on the other side. The old man held out his hand to her for her to take. Looking at his old, wrinkly hand that had a few white hairs and a mole on it, she reluctantly placed her hand into his own. His old bony fingers wrapped around her hand and he gently pulled her with himself into the room that was behind the door.
A few candles lit up as they entered the room and to Hitomi's relief, there wasn't a deep endless well or a dragon waiting for her. The door slowly closed behind her with a soft click, the door was shut. Hitomi looked around the room she was now in but was only to be pulled forward by the old man. They were in a long corridor and there were cobwebs all over the place, as she was being pulled down the corridor Hitomi kept trying to look at her surroundings the best that she could. The grip on her hand felt stronger and the old mans hand soon had no wrinkles, looking up Hitomi gasped at what she was seeing. The old man was growing taller and his pale skin turned a bit darker but not too much, his hair stayed that same length but started to turn a shade of gray-blue. Moving her free hand up to her mouth her eyes moved from the man to the floor. The wooden floors seemed to brighten and started to look as if they were only brand new, the walls turned a deep crimson red colored and the tapestries on the walls seemed to stitch themselves back together and the dull color came back. Old portraits of people from what seemed to be from the 17th or 18th century appeared from the old frames that were turning a shinny gold and moved back to hanging in its upright position.
The man came to a sudden stop and turned around to face her, his eyes a shade of gray-blue like his hair but duller. He smiled at her but this time it wasn't a toothy smile as it was before, for her had all his teeth and they were a pearly white color and 2 sharp fangs coming from the front of his mouth. Moving his hand before her as to direct her to something that was behind him. She moved her hand down to her thigh to itch her thigh and found that she was no longer wearing her pants, looking down at herself she noticed she was in a old Victorian style dress. but not any dress, the one from the dreams that she had be having dreams. Gasping out as she stared down at the dress that covered her body, she stopped in her tracks and ran her hands over the material of the dress, her head feeling light and she blinked a few times and turned to face the now young man who looked to be in his late twenties but only to find that he was no where in site. Looking back down at herself she saw that she was back in her normal clothing. Her gaze lifting up to where the door was only to find that it had also disappeared along with the man and the dress. Moving her hand up to her forhead and slightly rubbing it with the ends of her fingers, she sighed and decided to make her way back to the front of the house if it was even possible to wait and watch for the moving truck to bring her things. As she turned around and started to walk away a pair of yellow eyes popped out from the shadow in the corner of the room and then disappeared as the room started to fill with light as Hitomi found a window and opened the dark curtins to let some sun in before she walked out.
«+°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°+» Chapter 7 is now up and running o.o;;
** - Dreams :: - Thoughts
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Chapter 7
Placing a shaky hand on her chest Hitomi shook her head and kept her eyes on the old man as he seemed to be antsy and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Her heart was pounding and her mind went blank, he tilted his head towards her and then motioned it backwards towards a door that appeared right behind him. Hitomi seemed to understand what he wanted but she didn't understand how she knew that he wanted her to follow him but in her head her mind ran wild with her. Pictures of herself when she walks through that door she falls into a deep well and it seems never ending or a huge monster something on the sort of a huge dragon that was waiting for her to make her extra crispy and charcoaled flavor.
Shaking her head from her wild thoughts she decided to follow this little old man in a door that appeared out of nowhere behind him. The door squeaked as it slowly opened to show only the darkness on the other side. The old man held out his hand to her for her to take. Looking at his old, wrinkly hand that had a few white hairs and a mole on it, she reluctantly placed her hand into his own. His old bony fingers wrapped around her hand and he gently pulled her with himself into the room that was behind the door.
A few candles lit up as they entered the room and to Hitomi's relief, there wasn't a deep endless well or a dragon waiting for her. The door slowly closed behind her with a soft click, the door was shut. Hitomi looked around the room she was now in but was only to be pulled forward by the old man. They were in a long corridor and there were cobwebs all over the place, as she was being pulled down the corridor Hitomi kept trying to look at her surroundings the best that she could. The grip on her hand felt stronger and the old mans hand soon had no wrinkles, looking up Hitomi gasped at what she was seeing. The old man was growing taller and his pale skin turned a bit darker but not too much, his hair stayed that same length but started to turn a shade of gray-blue. Moving her free hand up to her mouth her eyes moved from the man to the floor. The wooden floors seemed to brighten and started to look as if they were only brand new, the walls turned a deep crimson red colored and the tapestries on the walls seemed to stitch themselves back together and the dull color came back. Old portraits of people from what seemed to be from the 17th or 18th century appeared from the old frames that were turning a shinny gold and moved back to hanging in its upright position.
The man came to a sudden stop and turned around to face her, his eyes a shade of gray-blue like his hair but duller. He smiled at her but this time it wasn't a toothy smile as it was before, for her had all his teeth and they were a pearly white color and 2 sharp fangs coming from the front of his mouth. Moving his hand before her as to direct her to something that was behind him. She moved her hand down to her thigh to itch her thigh and found that she was no longer wearing her pants, looking down at herself she noticed she was in a old Victorian style dress. but not any dress, the one from the dreams that she had be having dreams. Gasping out as she stared down at the dress that covered her body, she stopped in her tracks and ran her hands over the material of the dress, her head feeling light and she blinked a few times and turned to face the now young man who looked to be in his late twenties but only to find that he was no where in site. Looking back down at herself she saw that she was back in her normal clothing. Her gaze lifting up to where the door was only to find that it had also disappeared along with the man and the dress. Moving her hand up to her forhead and slightly rubbing it with the ends of her fingers, she sighed and decided to make her way back to the front of the house if it was even possible to wait and watch for the moving truck to bring her things. As she turned around and started to walk away a pair of yellow eyes popped out from the shadow in the corner of the room and then disappeared as the room started to fill with light as Hitomi found a window and opened the dark curtins to let some sun in before she walked out.
«+°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°*°+·º*º·+°+» Chapter 7 is now up and running o.o;;
