How long was she going to sleep? It had been far too long already! Reala was bored after having discovered that the strange bed the young woman slept on prevented him from so much as hovering a hand over her. So he simply had to wait for the little wench to wake.

The Nightmaren looked back at the strange thing. She wore a nightgown that came well to her ankles with sleeves that came all the way to her hands. Oddly enough her hair was white, though it was odd since she didn't look terribly old. Didn't only the old ones of her world have white hair? And that skin was a creepy pale color to go with it. Disgusting. And she was too light for her size. That he noticed when he had carried her in.

Unless she was one of those strange humans obsessed with their weight. If that was the case he had more fodder for her torment. Perhaps he'd cut that long white hair of her's when she wasn't paying attention. It was too long, anyway. What use did any human have of having hair that came so far down their backs? It wasn't like they could control it and MAKE it useful. And what about-

The young woman was shifting! She was waking up!

"Finally." Reala grumbled as he stood and floated over to loom over her, arms crossed as he scowled at her. "Hey. Get up. You've slept enough."

Without warning, one hand shot up, grabbing him by the front of his vest as her eyes shot open. Dear god, those eyes! They were horrible! Two different colors, of blue and green, but both so cold! It was almost as creepy as looking at Wizeman's!

Naturally, Reala put up a good front. He gritted his teeth and continue to glare at her, not letting on just how unnerving this was. "Let. Go. Now."

There was a pause. She didn't seem to quite register what was happening. Of course, after another few moments it was found out that she had understood and simply chose not to as she promptly flung Reala over herself and into a nearby pillar.

Reala just barely had enough time to put out his hands and bounce back, quickly turning around to glare at the girl. "You're going to pay for that you little- STOP! GET BACK HERE!"

The young woman was running already towards one of the edges of the rooms. Reala wasn't terribly worried. After all, this room was little more than a podium surrounded by darkness.

As she ran to one of the sides of the room she would skid to a stop, looking down and then back at Reala, who casually walked floated towards her. She wasted no time in checking all the edges of the room, yet her facial expression never seemed to change.

"There's nowhere to run, woman." Reala said with a cocky smirk. "Now why don't you be a good girl and come here? If you listen, maybe I won't punish you as badly for that little misbehavior."

The young woman, still at the edge of the room looked between him and the darkness below. There was no choice. She would simply have to do it.

Reala's cocky little smirk was quickly wiped away as she did it. The crazy little bitch actually jumped! She actually launched herself off the edge and into the darkness below! What was she thinking!? Wizeman was going to kill him if he lost her!

Quickly he darted after her, speeding into the darkness below. Once she was in the miasma it was hard to tell just how far away from him she was. Of course, he could just let her fall. It wasn't like she would hit anything. She would simply continue to fall for until she woke up in her own world. While an amusing idea and a fitting punishment he knew he had to get her back now before Wizeman knew just what had happened.

There! He could see her! He flew in close and darted under her, catching her bridal style and starting to float up once more. There was a cage with her name on it in the floating citadel!

It didn't help that she was fighting him and actually had the nerve to PUNCH him in the face! Of course this made him drop her once more while infuriating him at the same time. Glaring as he held his nose, he would dart after her once more, this time scooping her up as little more than a sack thrown over his shoulder. Now he simply ignored her thrashing as he floated up and out of the miasma, away from Wizeman's throne room and back towards one of the man doors surrounding the place.

The door he headed through was that of an ice cold world filled with a snow that a blizzard blew about. An icy citadel was before them, just the place he was looking for. Fellow nightmaren who saw him coming lowered the icy gate for him to enter, jumping out of his way as he headed straight for the main building to go down into the frozen caverns below. Cells lined the walls, some even occupied with scared nightopians while some had beasts from the nightopian, world locked up for future plans.

Reala would stop in front of one of the empty cells and glare at a nearby guard. "Open it. NOW!"

Jumping to attention, the odd little nightmaren would toddle over as quickly as it could to unlock the cell door for him.

Reala would roughly toss the young woman into the cell and kick the door shut. "You are more trouble than you're worth. My advice to you is this, girl: Keep off my bad side. No one survives there for very long. Not Nightopians, not Nightmaren, not even disgusting Visitors like yourself." Reala would straighten and smooth out his clothing as he took a deep, calming breath. "I'll return once you've sorted yourself out."

The woman, however, simply sat there, feet splayed to the sides and knees together as she sat up and stared at him with those cold, unnerving eyes. There wasn't anger, resentment, fear, not even sadness on her face. Nothing! Something was seriously wrong with her and Reala didn't like it one bit.

He would turn his attention to the guard, who looked more than a little confused. "Keep an eye on her and don't let anyone near her cell for ANY reason. Is that clear?"

The little nightmaren would salute him to show his understanding but do nothing more. Reala would toss one last glare at the woman only to see she had since turned those cold eyes onto the guard, who slowly turned and stared back. A visible shiver ran down the little nightmaren's spine, which got Reala to thinking as he turned away. Perhaps there was more to this human than he first thought. Certainly with enough training she might do well enou-

"ACK! HELP!" The little Nightmaren squeaked out as he flailed. The woman was against the bars of the cell, an arm through and hooked around the Nightmaren's neck as she strangled him, looking down her nose at him.

Reala rubbed the bridge of his nose. Didn't anyone listen? He moved in and glared once more at her. "Release him, wench."

The woman would look up to him and, just as casually, she would yank hard, causing an audible snap to echo out as the nightmaren went limp. Only then did she slowly released the guard and sit back onto her knees heels

Even Reala was shocked at this display. Did she just... Did she REALLY just kill?! What was WRONG with this woman?! Still, Reala had to keep calm. He looked around at the trembling Nightmaren guards, all staring wide eyed at the limp thing on the floor. "Let this be a lesson to you all. When I say something you do it. Now take this one back to Wizeman. He'll do... Well, I'm sure he'll do SOMETHING with him..."

In all honesty he didn't know WHAT Wizeman might do with the guard. At first he thought possibly revive him. But at the same time, he never actually saw a Nightmaren DIE before. Sure, some may have been defeated but no one has ever actually died!

His attention returned to the young woman who looked right back at him. He wanted to scream at her to stop looking at him, to tear out her eyes, anything to get that cold gaze off of him! All he could do for now was leave. There wasn't a chance he would lower himself to mere hysterics. He was far too strong for that.

If only he knew of what was to come, though. After all, the random act of homicidal violence from the girl was more than just that. Casually, she would turn her hands over in her lap and glance at the key she had stolen off the guard. Then she would tuck it under herself and simply sit and wait. She had all the time in the world.