Mireille: Hello!! Chapter 7 has finally arrived!! I really need to appologize to everyone who reads, has read and will read this story. I am the worst updater ever!! I try really hard, but it just so happens that I can only write when inspiration strikes. That just so happens to always been at some forsaken hour of the morning!! Anyways, thanks for all those people who have bared with me for this!!

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Chapter 7: It was A Dream Again

The silver pocket watch sparkled and turned, like a pendulum counting out the time in heartbeats. It was the only thing, illuminated against a black background deeper than darkness. And soon it began to fall into the darkness, until it hit some unseen force. Ripples spread across the image, ripples of silvery light. The pocket watch opened, slowly and gracefully, filling the image with the same silvery light, until that light was all there was to be seen.

Alice reached her hand out to touch that light, yet felt nothing but a soft curtain. She awoke to find herself in her bed, clutching the white bed curtain in her hand. She soon became aware that she was holding her breath, and let it out in one saddened breath. "It was a dream again," she said.

The same dream reoccurred many times in her mind. Many nights lead to many awakenings, awakening she wished would never have come. "It's always the same, enchanting but never real. It's really very unfair." She said displeased. She flopped back unto her pillow. Her face was that of a spoiled child, unhappy with the present they had opened, or the food they had to eat. 'Unfair' was indeed what this was.

Ren awoke suddenly. "It was a dream again," he said to no one in particular. It was the same reoccurring dream of a silver pocket watch which he seemed to remember, yet that memory was distant and unclear. When the watch swung, he felt it beat with his own heart. When it opened, it shone a brighter light than he had ever seen, yet it was so pure and caused no alarm.

"It must have some meaning," he thought. He let the image of the pocket watch stand in his mind for a moment, unwilling to forget. Suddenly a second image flashed across his mind. It was a girl in her nightclothes, the side of her face against her pillow. She looked so beautiful, so something, something he couldn't place. Maybe it was a feeling of knowing? Of eternity? He couldn't be sure.

He did however know that this girl was Alice. He had to see her again, for some odd reason his heart told him it was a must. Ren quickly got dressed and snuck out the window. On the roof he walked gingerly, like a cat. He climbed jumped down when he was clear out of sight and ear of the bedrooms. He quickly ran to a spot behind his house where a gate lay, covered in ivy. It was his only means of escape, which he had used to get to the ball the previous night.

He slipped quietly out of the gate, and into the cold dawn, the sun had barely risen of the horizon, the sky was violet, a frozen beauty. Once he was on the street and safely away from his father, he let out a sigh.

"I wonder…" Ren said, turning his golden eyes up towards the sky. He stared deeply into it for a moment, yet never finished his thought. He began to run at full speed, towards the Stilles mansion. By the time he got there, his face was flushed and he was panting heavily, yet he felt free.

Ren stood, looking at the mansion, for what felt like a very long time. Then all of a sudden he saw, from the room on the top left, blinds pull apart and a curtain open. A hand reached itself out, then an arm laid itself down on the windowsill gently. It was followed by another arm, and many wisps of long blonde hair.

Alice then lay her head down on her arms and stared off at the sky. It took her many moments, about 20 she presumed, to notice the boy standing at the gate below. She raised her head in surprise, clumsily knocking it on the top of the window. She pulled herself inside and then quickly pulled on a house coat and some slippers.

She silently stepped into the hallway, and then remembered that, other than nanny and some other servants; she was alone in the house. Her sisters had all left for home, and her father was called out late that night, after the ball on what he called an 'important career opportunity'. Alice only knew what that really meant, but she pretended to be none the wiser.

She continued hastily down the stairs, and out towards the door. When she had crossed the lawn, she approached the gate, grasping a bar in each hand and leaning in; the only thing separating her face from Ren's was the gate.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. She did not find any embarrassment in being so close to a complete stranger, nor coming to meet him, at only five in the morning, in her bed clothes.

"I had to see you, in a dream, something told me to come to you, I can't explain well. All I know, is I haven't been able to get the thought of you out of my head, no matter where my thoughts wander, all paths lead back to you," Ren said.

Alice was rather taken aback at this sudden rush of emotion. She pulled back from the gate for a moment, and looked Ren over. She questioned in her head whether the boy was to be believed, but she had no reason to doubt. She slowly moved and unlocked the gate, letting the boy in.

"Follow me, I know of a place where we can talk, unseen and unheard by all others," Alice said. She grabbed a hold of Ren's hand and pulled him along gently. Behind the house there was a garden, it was fenced off by tall shrubs so that once inside, no-one else could see you, except from the attic window. This, Alice could tell you, is how she caught her sister kissing one of the neighborhood boys when Alexandra was only 15.

The two sat down on an old stone garden bench. Alice, realizing her hand was still clasped around Ren's, withdrew it and folded her hand on her lap. She carefully masked a blush.

"Tell me, what is it? Your dream, and the reason you are here?" Alice asked.

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