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Okay guys! There's Russian in this, so if you want to imagine how they sound like, I put it in the gray text. Or you can type in the text at Google Translate and then hit the 'sound' button.

I thought it'd be really cool for Russian to be in this, so I put it in.
It took me longer to write the chapter, but it's worth it!

~Kat

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Chapter 12

I woke up groggily to the sound of a guitar being casually strummed. I looked around; everything was blurry and was the shade of purple. The walls, wooden floor, curtains, bed sheets, and door, was purple. The only thing that wasn't purple the guy who had blond hair and was wearing a gray long sleeved tee and jeans. He sat in a—purple—chair strumming a normal colored guitar.

"Alec," my voice came out in a strangled-raspy sound. He looked up at me; the light was gone from his eyes. It was filled with desperateness and…longing? Under his eyes were gray bags, indicating that he hadn't slept for almost a week.

"Alec," I said again. The second his eyes looked into mine, relief flooded back into his eyes. Along with a mixture of alarm and surprise.

"You're awake!" He exclaimed, dropping the guitar on the floor. It landed with a loud thump. He came up to me, about to touch my face when the door burst open.

"Hey!" The boy said with alarm and anger. "Как долго она проснулась? Я сказал вам, чтобы сделать ее напиток красного вина, сразу после она проснулась!" Kak dolgo ona prosnulasʹ? YA skazal vam , chtoby zastavitʹ yeye pitʹ vino srazu posle ona prosnulasʹ ! The boy continued at the same tone he used as before, only speaking in Russian. How long was she awake? I told you to make her drink the wine right after she woke up!

Alec asked confusedly, "What?" He continued, "Dude, I told you to speak in English."

I momentarily forgot about Alec and replied, "Простите?" Prostite? I spoke back in Russian. Excuse me? Despite the fact that my throat—and everything else—hurts, I didn't like how he was yelling at Alec.

"Знаете ли вы сказать, что я должен был выпить красного вина?" Znayete li vy skazatʹ, chto ya dolzhen byl vypitʹ krasnogo vina ? Did you say I had to drink red wine? I continued, my voice rising a few octaves, though ensuring that I was not screaming at the boy. "Потому что я пробовал, что и раньше, и это не так уж хорошо. Плюс, я не так много пьющего." Potomu chto ya proboval, chto i ranʹshe, i eto ne tak uzh khorosho. Plyus, ya ne tak mnogopʹyushchego. Because I've tried that before, and it isn't that good. Plus, I'm not much of a drinker.

"Нет, вино, чтобы исцелить вас." Net,vino , chtoby istselitʹ vas . The boy explained to me. No, the wine is supposed to heal you.

I heard his thoughts; the wine really was to help me heal. "Алек, руку мне чашку, пожалуйста." Alek, ruku mne chashku , pozhaluysta. Alec, hand me the cup please.

Alec looked both of us with a stunned expression. Then he realized I was speaking to him and said, "What?"

"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to speak in Russian. Can you hand me the cup?"

Alec looked into the cup and sniffed it before handing it reluctantly to me.

"I told you not to sniff it. It's made especially for her," the boy said.

Alec said, "Sorry," before urging me to drink the mixture.

I slowly put it up to my lips, it tasted sweet. The 'wine,' wasn't really wine. It was sweet, unlike what I sipped on before. Tart-sweet, but sour.

The wine the boy made for me tasted like the hot chocolate my mother used to make. At that thought, I felt like a boulder hit me in my stomach. I mentally scorned myself for thinking like that. The past is the past. Nothing can change it, she once said. It was the past, and I can't save her. Not after what happened and my world seemed to flip.

I choked on the 'wine,' as the boy called it. At an instant, Alec was beside me, making sure I was okay. HIs shoulder against mine, sending my waves of heat, his temperature was warm. He didn't seem to notice it, because he was waiting impatiently for my answer. I numbly nodded in reply. I looked up at the boy; he stood near the door with his eyebrows raised.

I focused on the drink, and ignored my stomach. Which was now lurching and spinning—not because of Alec—because of the memory of my mother. All too soon I had drank it all. Down to the last drop.

"Didn't save any for me?" Alec asked amusingly when I was looking sadly into the cup.

I smiled, "No. You wanted some?"

He laughed, "Yea. But I wasn't allowed to have any," he motioned to the boy. He was standing by the door, looking at us.

I looked at him, trying to really see what he looked like. Earlier I hadn't bothered to notice his appearance because I was too busy arguing with him.

He was probably Alec and I's age. He was young, about 16 or 17 at the most. He had a light skin color and had angular features. But not angular enough so he wasn't pleasant to look at. He had orange colored eyes, which was surrounded with a thin line of blue eyeliner. He had his hair—a dyed black color—spiked up, with light brown and neon blue highlights in them.

He looked like was about to stomp on people. He was wearing a purple—no surprise there—long sleeved top which was tucked into his black pants. It was probably unhealthy to wear those pants because they were very tight. I was surprised his pants weren't illegal. He also had on a black leather jacket, matching his shoes.

"Cпасибо." Spasibo. Thank you, I said.

"You don't need to speak in Russian doll," said the boy.

"I told you not to call her that," Alec interjected. "'Doll' has a name you know."

"Alice, I know." The boy said before I could introduce myself. "Алиса." Alisa, the boy said again in Russian. "I like that," he sat down on the foot of the bed. "Anyways, no need to thank me Alice," he emphasized my name, shooting Alec an annoyed look. Alec ignored him, looking at me intently. As if he was expecting me to explode.

I nodded, "Alec." He didn't show any signs of response so I said, "Alec!" Louder this time, as I snapped my finger in front of his face.

"What?"

I asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm about to transform into a unicorn of something."

"He was—"

Alec interrupted with, "Amon…"

Amon shot an annoyed look at Alec and continued, "Waiting for you to wake up," replied Amon.

"Why? I was only out for a couple of hours right?"

Amon looked at me blankly, while Alec looked horrified. "No," Amon said. "You were out for a—"

"Week," Alec finished. He was looking sickly.

"A week?" I asked breathlessly.

"We thought you were dead," said Amon.

"You thought she was dead," Alec said in an accusing tone. "I didn't."

"You didn't let me finish …I thought you were dead," he pointed a finger at me, "when I first glanced at you. You were out for so long that your дух," dukh. Spirit, "had almost crossed. Good thing—"

I held up a hand to stop him, "Wait. Wait. I want to hear it from the beginning from Alec. Then let's hear your version. Because I'm confused," I admitted.

Amon nodded in agreement.

Alec added, "And can we go get to eat something?"

I cracked a smile, and got up to follow Amon who was moving towards the bedroom door.

Alec and I walked behind Amon silently. I was surprised to find that his house was normally colored throughout. We walked out to a den and walked down a set of stairs. The stairs led down to the front door and living room. Alec and I sat in Amon's couch, facing a large flat screen TV, and our backs to the dining room and kitchen.

I asked, "Why was the room I was in purple?"

Amon was busily talking to someone on the phone in the kitchen, not hearing me.

"It was supposed to keep your 'spirit attached to your body and mind relaxed.'" Alec said, it a mocking tone. He was probably quoting from what Amon had said earlier. "It did the opposite didn't it?" He asked me, with a grin on his face.

I nodded, "Well, about the mind part. That color did the complete opposite. I thought the 'relaxing' color was supposed to be green?"

Alec shrugged as Amon said, "What do you guys want? This restaurant can make absolutely anything."

I got the feeling he said that compliment just for the girl we was taking to at the other end of the phone. Yet, I knew he wasn't lying.

"I don't know…Food?' Alec suggested unhelpfully.

"Can you tell them to make me fries? One that tastes like the ones McDonalds make," I requested.

"That's not healthy," Amon said.

Alec asked, "Food?"

"No, the fries," Amon said.

A series of high chattering sounds came from the phone. "Sorry darling," Amos said before rattling off our orders.

I sat in silence, not knowing what to ask Alec. A little chiming sound came from the door. Amon disappeared from the kitchen answered it with a, "Hello." He stayed there for a minute, talking to the deliverer. Alec got impatient and stood up, finding his way to the door. I followed him.

At the door was a girl with pixie-like features. She had pointed ears and big hazel eyes. She had unnaturally blue hair. She was wearing a leaf-green tinted dress. I noticed that she was a pixie. Amon was making small talk with her. In response, she launched off into a series of high pitched giggles.

I covered my ears and looked at Alec, he had done the same. "Amon?" I asked, "Is the food ready?"

Amon shot me an annoyed look and handed me the plastic bag that contained our food. The pixie's face was contorted with a look of disgust. She was pointedly looking at me. I raised my eyebrows at her and said, "What's your problem?"

She made a little hmph sound and walked off. Amon called out, "Hey! You still wanna have dinner?"

The pixie didn't turn around to response to Amon, and then she disappeared into a puff of green sparkly dust.

Amon muttered, "Pixies," and took the bag from my hands and walked off to the kitchen.

I asked, "I didn't do anything did I?" I put up my hand and said, "Wait, no. Don't answer that."

Alec shrugged, "Dinner?"

I nodded and walked back into the kitchen. We found the food spread out on the table with dinnerware arranged with it. Amon was sitting on the couch, looking up at the flat screen tv, with a plate of food in his lap.

I sat down next to him; he offered me a food-filled smile. "Ew," I said. "Close your mouth."

Amon chuckled and said, "So…we're starting with Alec." He motioned for Alec to start.

Alec slowly tried to swallow the food in his mouth before beginning. "Okay, so this is what happened…"

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What do you guys think of Amon?

I couldn't think of another name, so I went to a name website.

I wanted a name from the 1800's (for a guy who's pretty young, I know) and I came across a couple of good names like Charles and William but I decided to use it for another character later on (spoiler!). And Charlie, James, and Riley and Mason…Then I came across on Amon, and I thought that it was perfect!

Note that…
—The new character wouldn't come on for about 5 -8 more chapters—
—And I was thinking that the character would be another companion for Alice and Alec—

Anyways, please review and share this story! If I have any new readers please mention yourself by commenting/PM-ing so I can take a look at your stories and give feedback!

Thanks for reading!
I will have the next chapter done by next week…hopefully!

~Kat

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