Yes Ashley is finally in Vampire Knight. I hope you enjoyed and please fav, follow or review. Do all three if you wish
This is both chapter 7 and chapter 8. Because they are both short in the original I just merged them together
'Oh god, what hit me?' I found myself thinking as I felt myself awaking from my world of darkness. However, even if I was now conscious my eyes refused to open.
As I tried to move my body a sharp pain in my neck and shoulders caused me to groan deeply. It was obvious that something happened last night but the only problem was I couldn't remember. I could remember the whole day pretty well. I could remember Ben's threat that continued to haunt me that day, being bulled at school and even getting yelled at when I returned home. I was yelled at because I had run to my room without taking my boots off.
Wait a minute, why did I do that again? Was I bullied, angry? I could remember leaving the school, the girls talking about something but nothing after that. Weird. Maybe I just had a mental block or something. Sometimes if I don't want to remember something, like a fight, I end up forgetting about it. Well sort of. I could forget the details of the fight but I could never remember why I was angry in the first place. This was different, I couldn't remember much of what happened before I got back to the Bakers. Not to mention the bullies make me angry, they don't scare me.
However the thing was after running into my room I could remember being yelled at and then being left alone. From that point on I had all my memories. From calling my aunt, packing all off my stuff and running away. I remember walking all the way to the old bus station with the fear of slipping on a patch of hidden ice. I remember crossing the road and walking to the old bus station. However my last memory was of a creepy voice saying hello.
Had I been attacked? Well it would explain why my body hurt so much. Maybe I had hit my head, or the attacker hit my head. That would explain why I couldn't remember anything after the voice. At least it was the most reasonable explanation I could come up with. Would that also explain why my eyes fought to stay closed or was my body simply trying to force me to go back to sleep?
'What happened? Was I attacked? Where am I, my aunt's?' I thought as I attempted to open my eyes. I wanted to see where exactly I was; a hospital, my aunts or else where.
However my eyelids refused to lift even a little bit. Whenever I tried it caused my forehead to throb. In fact my whole body hurt when I tried to move it. Even my fingers ached when I twitched them. My body, and now my aching head, now hurt so much I felt light headed and sick. To keep myself from barfing I began to take deep breaths through my mouth and laid perfectly still.
Obviously I wouldn't be able to open my eyes until I managed to get the strength for it. To do that my only option was to just lay where I was and relax. That wasn't as easy as one person might think it would be. I wouldn't feel near to relaxed until I knew where I was. I could handle being in a hospital, my aunts or some where else. However there was also the scary possibility of being back at the Bakers'.
Seeing as I couldn't hear anything I knew that wasn't in a hospital. I couldn't hear a heart monitor going off or any voices coming out from the room I was likely in. So obviously I wasn't in a hospital; it was much too quiet for that. Speaking of the hospital it meant I couldn't be with my aunt. If I really was as hurt as my body hurt my aunt would have taken me to the hospital. So that only left the Bakers and somewhere else.
I didn't even want to think that I was back at the Bakers. The thought alone would send me into a panic and heard my heart along with the rest of my body. So that left me somewhere else. Maybe a off duty doctor that took me to his house. With my eyes closed all I could be sure of was the fact I was laying in a soft bed, in a quiet room, as my body hurt like hell.
I don't know how long I laid in the bed but soon my headache stopped. Even better my eyes felt less heavy, which meant I could finally open them. What a relief! The anxiety of knowing where I was had started to eat away at me. In one hand I could be patient if I had to but in another I was the type of person that read the last page of a book first before going back to the beginning.
I had to open my eyes slowly, as the bright lights of the room happily welcomed me. It was a rather rude welcoming if you ask me. The worst thing that could happen to a person first thing in the morning was have bright lights shinning in your face. Or at least that is why I thought. I have never been a morning person and I can admit to being very bitchy if someone tries to wake me up by either sinning or turning on bright lights.
Soon my eyes managed to open all the way and I was happy. Although within seconds the happiness didn't last long as I felt like screaming. Instead I settled for a gasp as I looked around the room nervously. Why was I so nervous? Because everything around me looked like it either came out of a colored manga or an anime. No I don't mean everything looked Japanese. What I mean is it looked like I was sitting in the middle of a Japanese cartoon world.
"This isn't real, no this is not real. I'm dreaming is all. Yeah, just dreaming." I whispered to myself as I glanced around the room. However as somewhat familiar knot in my stomach seemed to tell me otherwise.
I didn't have vivid dreams very often and when I do they are usually of my alter ego self. My alter ego is me if I was a witch that could talk to animals and control nature elements. However I gave her the name Ashlen and given her a world of her own. I had been depressed for a number of years so I had plenty of time to invent a means of escape for myself. Ashlen and my day dream world -a bundle of things that interest me; Harry Potter, dragons, humanoid creature friends. Even Vampire Knight but Ashlen hadn't made contact with the vampires- had become like a second life to me but, sadly, I would only become her in my dreams.
As for lucid dreams I get those a little more often. However in those dreams I am very aware that I'm dreaming and very often have little control over the dream. In those dreams, since I have little control and I am aware of it, I am my true self and am normally confused by what is happening and wait to wake up. This time it felt like neither. It was neither a vivid dream or a lucid dream. Maybe it was one of those dreams I completely forget about when I wake up? It made sense but the pain in my body sure felt real.
There had been times in the past where I had vivid dreams so big I have all five senses. I could remember a dream where I walked into a room and pizzas were everywhere. In that vivid dream I had my sense of taste. If this was a random lucid dream, in which I had no control, it was cruel to cause me so much pain. Still, that knot in my stomach kept twisting as if to tell me it was something else altogether.
I could feel my heart beat heavily in my chest, and I took deep breaths as I looked around the room I was in. I was laying on my side so I couldn't see everything. What I could see was a couple more beds and a medicine cabinet on the far side wall. So was this an hospital after all? An infirmary maybe? If I could turn my head without it hurting I'd look the other way to see what else was there.
Everything looked so weird and I felt so out of place laying in a room like this. However, at the same time, everything seemed so real, something even a vivid dream couldn't give to me. Not to mention that, if it truly was a dream, I'd probably force myself awake simply to rid myself of the pain alone. Sadly, no matter how much I told myself to wake up the room in front of me stayed.
Slowly and carefully I lifted my arms off the bed they rested on. Then, placing my hands palm down on the mattress, I pushed myself into a sitting position, the blanket that had been covering me sliding off. Upon pushing myself up my head throbbed in newer pain. I gritted my teeth together and ignored it as I steadied myself on my butt. Not only did my head hurt but my whole body felt dizzy and sick. To avoid barfing I took deep breaths and exhales through my mouth, looking down at my lap.
After my sixth breath I felt my body calm slightly and I allowed myself to look back up. It seems that I was in some kind of large infirmary. There were beds along the opposite side of the room I was on and to the other side of me were large, double wooden doors. To my surprise the most noticeable thing about this room was that it looked oddly familiar. It was like I had seen this room somewhere before.
'This is too weird. What on earth happened last night? Why do I feel so sore and tired?' I thought as I removed my arms from the bed to rub. However, as I did I frowned as I felt weird fabric instead of skin or my shirt.
Looking down at my arms I saw that the source of the weird fabric was a think gauze like bandage. The gauze, on both arms, started two inches from my wrist and went all the way up to my arms. However only my left side continued to have gauze up to my shoulder. Curious as if it there was gauze on my neck I lifted my right hand to feel the left side of my neck. There wasn't any fabric wrapped around it but I did feel a large bandage on the side of my neck.
'OK, now I really want to know what happened last night. Clearly something, or probably someone, attacked me. Did I at least put up a big enough fight?' I questioned myself then realized something important. Where were all of my things?
Franticly looking around the room for my things I was very disappointed when I didn't spot any of my bags. Not even my knife was in the room with me. I did, however, spot a mirror not to far from where I sat. It was between two of the beds only two beds away from me. Aside from getting my stuff back I also wanted to see how bad my injuries looked; even if I wouldn't actually see them underneath the gauze fabric.
Kicking and pulling the blankets off of me, I noticed that my pants had been changed. Instead of jeans I now wore pale blue hospital pants. Or at least that is what it looked like. I also noticed that my feet looked a little weird. I couldn't tell why though and, honestly, I didn't care at the time. All I cared about was getting to the mirror to see the damage done to my body.
Swinging my legs off the bed I stood up but instantly felt dizzy afterwords. Apparently my body was more tired than I thought it was. Again the sick feeling came back to my stomach as I almost fell back in the bed. Luckily, while I stumbled, I managed to keep myself steady on my feet. I'm sure that, if I had fallen back on the bed, I'd feel to nauseous to get back up a second time. I'd just have to take things slowly and likely hold onto things as I walked.
After a few second of deep breathing to calm my stomach, I began to slowly walk over to the mirror. To keep myself balanced it helped to hold onto the bed, until I passed it that is. After that I had to take baby steps to the next bed, and then the next. I had lost my balance and fallen to my knees by the last bed I had to pass. However, thankfully, I had fallen in front of the bed and I had easily gripped the covers to pull myself back up. Now getting to the mirror would be easier.
'Fricking ow! Why do I feel so weak?' I found myself asking yet another question as I rubbed my left knee. Shrugging off the question and the new found throb of pain, I turned my attention to the mirror as I finally faced it.
What I saw absolutely shocked me. I had a small, already healing cut, on my left cheek from something obviously sharp. The shirt I was wearing matched the pale blue pants, telling me that someone obviously changed me at some point. The bandage on my neck was a little bigger as I thought and oddly covered up the nap of my neck as well as my side. Through the pale blue shirt I could see that the gauze stopped right before the bandage took over.
However, compared what I saw staring back at me, the fact I had gauze up my arms and a bandage up my neck and the fact my clothes were changed, all of that seemed completely normal. For, staring back at me in the mirror, was an anime character. What was weirder, and down right freaky, was that anime character was myself. My face was the biggest change of all. My face had smoothed out and my grey-blue eyes had grown to a Japanese anime style. Everything else looked rather normal except for the fact it looks like I had been turned into a cartoon character.
'No, this really can't be real. This has to be a dream. Come on, Ashley, wake up.' I ordered myself as I lifted my hand to touch my face. Well it still felt like real skin, too bad it didn't help me feel any better.
I swear that my heart was going so fast I thought I would either faint or die from over working my heart. As it was I could already feel my dizziness start to return. I now regret ever getting up from the bed in the first place. Perhaps if I had just fallen asleep I'd walk up and everything would be back to normal. This was far too much to handle, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep and continue sleeping until I was with my aunt.
I was already starting to lose my balance and I didn't even care to try to catch it this time. However, imagine my surprise when I felt two arms grab me from behind as I started to fall forwards. It was so surprising that I had actually snapped out of my dizzy state. I hadn't even heard anyone coming in the room. Well perhaps I could at least get some help now.
"Well, now. While it's good to see you are now awake you should have stayed in bed. Are you alright?"
That voice... I knew that voice from somewhere and my stomach already began to twist in knots. I actually had to fight with my inner self to look behind me and when I finally did, I felt like screaming. Instead I just settled for gasping and staring in shock.
No I am not going to bring in anything Harry Potter, dragons or the humanoid friends