(A/N: Well, I said 2, I meant 2. Lol. Well, guess this means I have to review. I thought everyone would really think that chapter 11 would suck, I'm surprised! And you people won't believe what I've been reading lately....Auron/Yuna and Tidus/Rikku fics!!! Omg, I'm so weird...... Well, here it is!)
-.:.:.This chapter dedicated to Bubbly Blondie, she always rr for me, I did the same for her. She dedicated a chapter for me, I do the same for her. It's courtesy and friendship.:.:.-
"Being able to kiss him,
Would be a child's idea of a
Chocolate fantasy."—Me.
'...a rabbit?' Quistis pondered.
She sighed, relived.
For some peculiar reason,
She imagined a giant monster pouncing on her and...and....
She shivered of the grotesque notion.
The truly horrific imagination of her's.
After what she'd endured, it was most knowledgeable of the fact her mind was twisted and her dreams, her thoughts, were not humane.
She kneed down to grasp some sand in her hand.
It fell from the sides and narrow openings between her fingers.
As she viewed the mellow-yellow sand pour out of her hand a message came to her.
'This sand, like my self, is falling out of my clasp.'
Her head lifted, she heard heavy footing and the tree's rustled as a strong wind blew.
About to stand and investigate the sudden noise coming from the distance,
she grabbed the ends of her hair as they uncontrollably waved.
She promptly stood; the wind's heavy blows had an affect on the san she stood upon.
Like dust, it rose in the air, making it strenuous to see.
A shrill growl was made from a creature in the distance.
Once again, the pang of fright conquered her.
She lost her footing and slipped.
Quistis glanced at her right side, to find the cute little rabbit, once frolicking around the beach, now tightly confined in the large-hairy hands of a beast.
In the clutch of a Werewolf.
She observed, in disgust, as it fed upon the innocent rabbit, ripping down into it's back, blood spewing from the sides. It tore off the head and gnawed on it.
Quistis crawled backward in astonishment, her eyes widening as it took apart upon the rabbit, like a dog would with a soft doll.
Ripping, tearing, biting.
Once the rabbit no more, not even a bone left to linger upon the grassy woods ground, the terrifying Werewolf gazed at her with longing, with craving, with intense hunger.
It's eyes glimmered and Quistis then knew.
She was next.
------So??? What will happen to Quistis?? Where the hell is Seifer?? What's Rinoa planning now??? I made it shorter this time, sorry. I want at least 9 reviews and then I will immediately update! Oh, btw, Bubbly Blondie, I don't like the name Stella, reminds me of that bat from the book, "Stellaluna." by Janell Cannon.--------