Part three: The Year of 2001
"Who is that?" asked Hunter Redfern.
Aelous glanced down and gave a gentle smile at the unconscious girl in his arms. "This girl that I found in my tent."
"What do you plan to do with her?" Hunter asked.
"Hmm, haven't really thought about it. I mean she just got here."
"Ahh, and I thought I taught you well," Hunter said sounding disappointed.
Aelous was caring the limp girl in his arms. Her head was leaning on his right shoulder and her feet dangling over his left arm. Aelous headed towards his room and placed her down on his bed. He stared down at her. She had the most unusual hair. It was midnight black with chunks of purple. He'd have to ask her about her hair when she woke up. He hadn't seen her eyes, but he imagined that they were a dark blue or gray. He decided, before he left her to sleep that she would be fun to play with although she looked about 16 or so.
"Aelous! Come now," yelled Hunter harshly.
Aelous sucked in a huge breathe.
"Great, now I get to see him talk to his servants he says jump and they say how high, just out of fear. What a disgusting emotion to have," he mumbled to himself.
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Annabelle was dreaming. She had dreamed that she had gone into the future, to 2001. That's 309 years into the future.
"What a strange dream," she said as she put her hand to her forehead and slowly lifted her it from the pillow.
She looked around.
"What is this strange compartment?" she whispered as she glanced around what looked like a bedchamber.
She got up and headed towards a black rectangular box with knobs, and turning buttons. She reached for the long silver line and pulled it up.
"This box, with all the little gadgets, what is this?" she said as she placed her hand on the biggest knob and turned it.
"Tis not doing anything," she cried in frustration as she went for one of the smaller rectangles.
A loud big boom of musical sounds flowed out. Annabelle jerked and stumbled back onto her rear end. Fear entered her eyes.
"'Tis ALIVE! IT SPEAKS! HELP ME THE DEVIL HAS COME TO GET ME!" Annabelle screamed as she jumped away from the black beast and screamed in the corner of the bedchamber.
The door burst open. Five people had come in with the nastiest scowl.
"What the hell is your problem?" a man with red ash hair demanded.
The man that had been in the 'tent' or so he called it that headed towards the box. The loud evil noise stopped and Annabelle sighed in relief.
"What is that thing?" Annabelle asked as she pointed a shaky finger.
"Hon, it's a stereo," said Aelous as he went to go help her up.
"Who is hon?" she asked.
"Ah, never mind," he said giving her a funny look.
"S-stereo?"
"Yeah, haven't you ever seen one?" he asked.
"Oh good heaven's no. There's nothing of the sort in 1692. That bloody beast would never be allowed. It's the devil!" she exclaimed harshly.
"Whatever," Aelous said in a disbelieving manner.
"You don't believe me? I kid you not, for I tell the truth," she screamed impatiently.
Any moment now Aelous expected the spitfire beauty to start stomping her feet as a child would.
"Hey, hey, don't get feisty," he smiled at her.
His smile melted her. She leaned against him looking up into her eyes.
*It'll be no problem for her to start trusting you. She already does, * Hunter channeled.
"So, where do you live?" he asked.
"Not here! I told you I live in a small cottage in the year 1692 where the witch trials are happening. I saved Bridget Bishop on June 8th. She was going to get her head chopped off," she said.
"Ahh, now I know you're lying because Bridget Bishop was hanged on June 10, 1692 not June 8th," said Aelous.
"But I'm not lying!" she pleaded with him.
"Whatever baby," he said as he looked into her eyes.
He realized that they were violet. Beautiful, he wondered if she might be a lost witch.
"Please! I'm telling the truth," she said.
"I believe you. I guess you don't have any clothes with you either huh?" he said looking at her old clothes.
"No," she said shaking her head shyly.
"And you have no shoes," he said looking at her little feet. They were perfect feet.
"Shoes?" she questioned.
"Never mind, I'm going to take you to the mall," he said as he pulled her out of his room and took her through the hall.
This hall had very many pictures. It was like no place Annabelle had ever seen. It was gigantic.
"This place is so big!" she said in awe.
He looked at her with that funny amusement on his face. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Do you always look like that?" she asked changing the subject again.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Like what?"
"So beautiful?" she said.
His eyes widened in shock and he felt a blush creep up into his cheeks. "What?"
Aelous had known that he was beautiful and had always gotten some sort of compliments from women, but some reason coming from her so unexpected it was the best compliment he had ever gotten.
"Thank you," he said recovering. "You're very beautiful too."
"Maybe, but not like you," she said.
"Okay sugar baby, how about we get out of here and go to the mall?" he said trying to get that damn warm feeling out of his stomach and heart.
"Well, I don't know what 'mall' is but okay," she said.
"Who is that?" asked Hunter Redfern.
Aelous glanced down and gave a gentle smile at the unconscious girl in his arms. "This girl that I found in my tent."
"What do you plan to do with her?" Hunter asked.
"Hmm, haven't really thought about it. I mean she just got here."
"Ahh, and I thought I taught you well," Hunter said sounding disappointed.
Aelous was caring the limp girl in his arms. Her head was leaning on his right shoulder and her feet dangling over his left arm. Aelous headed towards his room and placed her down on his bed. He stared down at her. She had the most unusual hair. It was midnight black with chunks of purple. He'd have to ask her about her hair when she woke up. He hadn't seen her eyes, but he imagined that they were a dark blue or gray. He decided, before he left her to sleep that she would be fun to play with although she looked about 16 or so.
"Aelous! Come now," yelled Hunter harshly.
Aelous sucked in a huge breathe.
"Great, now I get to see him talk to his servants he says jump and they say how high, just out of fear. What a disgusting emotion to have," he mumbled to himself.
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Annabelle was dreaming. She had dreamed that she had gone into the future, to 2001. That's 309 years into the future.
"What a strange dream," she said as she put her hand to her forehead and slowly lifted her it from the pillow.
She looked around.
"What is this strange compartment?" she whispered as she glanced around what looked like a bedchamber.
She got up and headed towards a black rectangular box with knobs, and turning buttons. She reached for the long silver line and pulled it up.
"This box, with all the little gadgets, what is this?" she said as she placed her hand on the biggest knob and turned it.
"Tis not doing anything," she cried in frustration as she went for one of the smaller rectangles.
A loud big boom of musical sounds flowed out. Annabelle jerked and stumbled back onto her rear end. Fear entered her eyes.
"'Tis ALIVE! IT SPEAKS! HELP ME THE DEVIL HAS COME TO GET ME!" Annabelle screamed as she jumped away from the black beast and screamed in the corner of the bedchamber.
The door burst open. Five people had come in with the nastiest scowl.
"What the hell is your problem?" a man with red ash hair demanded.
The man that had been in the 'tent' or so he called it that headed towards the box. The loud evil noise stopped and Annabelle sighed in relief.
"What is that thing?" Annabelle asked as she pointed a shaky finger.
"Hon, it's a stereo," said Aelous as he went to go help her up.
"Who is hon?" she asked.
"Ah, never mind," he said giving her a funny look.
"S-stereo?"
"Yeah, haven't you ever seen one?" he asked.
"Oh good heaven's no. There's nothing of the sort in 1692. That bloody beast would never be allowed. It's the devil!" she exclaimed harshly.
"Whatever," Aelous said in a disbelieving manner.
"You don't believe me? I kid you not, for I tell the truth," she screamed impatiently.
Any moment now Aelous expected the spitfire beauty to start stomping her feet as a child would.
"Hey, hey, don't get feisty," he smiled at her.
His smile melted her. She leaned against him looking up into her eyes.
*It'll be no problem for her to start trusting you. She already does, * Hunter channeled.
"So, where do you live?" he asked.
"Not here! I told you I live in a small cottage in the year 1692 where the witch trials are happening. I saved Bridget Bishop on June 8th. She was going to get her head chopped off," she said.
"Ahh, now I know you're lying because Bridget Bishop was hanged on June 10, 1692 not June 8th," said Aelous.
"But I'm not lying!" she pleaded with him.
"Whatever baby," he said as he looked into her eyes.
He realized that they were violet. Beautiful, he wondered if she might be a lost witch.
"Please! I'm telling the truth," she said.
"I believe you. I guess you don't have any clothes with you either huh?" he said looking at her old clothes.
"No," she said shaking her head shyly.
"And you have no shoes," he said looking at her little feet. They were perfect feet.
"Shoes?" she questioned.
"Never mind, I'm going to take you to the mall," he said as he pulled her out of his room and took her through the hall.
This hall had very many pictures. It was like no place Annabelle had ever seen. It was gigantic.
"This place is so big!" she said in awe.
He looked at her with that funny amusement on his face. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Do you always look like that?" she asked changing the subject again.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Like what?"
"So beautiful?" she said.
His eyes widened in shock and he felt a blush creep up into his cheeks. "What?"
Aelous had known that he was beautiful and had always gotten some sort of compliments from women, but some reason coming from her so unexpected it was the best compliment he had ever gotten.
"Thank you," he said recovering. "You're very beautiful too."
"Maybe, but not like you," she said.
"Okay sugar baby, how about we get out of here and go to the mall?" he said trying to get that damn warm feeling out of his stomach and heart.
"Well, I don't know what 'mall' is but okay," she said.
