Told ya I would post chapter three up soon. The story might be a little clearer now. Chapter four is coming at ya :) Ideas would be really helpful too. I love to hear about inputs and ways to improve my story, seeing how it's my first one. Thanks for the all nice comments and favorites :) they really help influence me to keep writing!
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Chapter 3: Answers
I awoke in the familiar scent of my rescuer but he was no where to be found. I was in a large room with large crown moldings and arches that lay on the walls and ceiling. In the far right corner was a leather armchair surrounded my a cornered book shelf that reached the ceiling. Next to the armchair was a small wooden round table that had a pair of glasses and a black metal lantern that was dimly lit.
Just across from me was a large fireplace with burning wood and glowing embers. On the other side of the room was a tall white door with a brass colored knob and another bookshelf. I've never seen so many books.
I observed the King sized bed I was laying in. It was a canopy bed with sheers that lay hung loosely down toward the mattress. The pillows were bigger than my entire body and the covers were a navy blue and gold.
I got up to walk toward the bookshelves and noticed I was in a white long sleeved nightgown that hung above my knees. White lace traced the bottom and opening of the sleeves. I was covered in satin.
Just then the door slowly creaked open. It was the man from earlier. He smiled softly when his gaze stopped at me,
"I see your awake" He spoke calmly. I looked down in embarrassment.
"Yeah......thank you", I replied, grabbing at my attire. He laughed softly and motioned me to follow him.
I walked toward the door and stepped into a brightly lit narrow hallway. Glass chandeliers hung on the ceiling in a row. I admired the quality and work that was put into them. I've only seen chandeliers like these in my history books.
"Are you coming?" The man said from behind. I turned around to face him. I could see him clearly. My body stood frozen and my breathing became ragged. He stared at me with confusion.
Images of the boy came racing back into my memory. The beautiful boy who attacked Axel, who watched me be get beaten up, who attacked me.
"Are you alright?" He asked in concern as he slowly approached me.
"No......stay away...." I whispered. He stopped. I stared at him in shock and confusion. I looked down as the memory of Roxas came flooding back. It was him. This man is Roxas.
"You tried to kill me." I spoke aloud. He watched me calmly. I stepped back, planning to run away, but he moved forward and grasped my hand.
"No! Let go!" I yelled in a familiar fright tone.
He pulled me closer as I struggled against his grip. His eyes were sad and his face looked resentful. He then embraced me as before. I gave up on fighting back and inhaled his aroma. His arms wound tight around me.
"I would never try to kill you so much as even hurt you", he spoke against me head. I was confused. He is the same person, isn't he? I looked up at him at recognized the same features. The only difference was that he looked hurt and sorrowful, when before he was angry and frightening.
"You...You aren't Roxas?" I asked softly. He gazed down at me and pulled me back against his chest.
"How do you know my name?" He asked solemnly. My body tensed up. So it is him.
"I don't understand....you attacked me in the alley....way..." I trailed off. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Maybe it was a dream. I pulled back against him and stared at the marble flooring.
"I'm sorry. You've been so nice to me and I've acted to rudely" I whispered. I looked up at him and he was smiling but his eyes were still sad.
"It's alright. Come on, let's go to the the living area," he replied as he held out his hand. I reluctantly grabbed it and he led me down the hallway. Everything was so big and Victorian looking. We reached a large opening into what I supposed was the living area.
"You wait here" he spoke aloud and guided me toward a large red satin sofa with dark hardwood molding. I sat down and watched Roxas disappear into another room. I observed my surroundings. Everything was so 19th century. Antique china cabinets, Victorian chairs, a grandfather clock. It was like I was actually in the 19th century. Roxas returned with an ashamed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked in concern. He gazed past me out a large glass window that viewed out to a large courtyard filled with flowers and other plants. It was still dark out. He focused back at me.
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"Would you mind going on a walk with me ", he replied. A walk this late at night? Although he seemed he needed to discuss something with me and I also with him.
"Um, no of course not. I'll just go get......dressed". I realized I didn't have any other clothes with me. I looked helplessly at Roxas who seemed amused by my expression.
"I have some clothes you can where. They're in the room you were in before", he replied. He walked toward me and pulled me up.
"Hurry now, okay?" he whispered. I gazed at him in shock. I've never met someone so clingy. I nodded and hurried off to the other room.
I opened the Antique wardrobe to find a bunch of dresses. But not just any dresses. Victorian dresses.
"What is going on?" I spoke aloud as I rummaged the silks and satins. I pulled out a royal blue dress and observed it. It was long sleeved and had a large ruffled opening at the ends, I walked over to a dresser and opened to see if there was anything a little more my time era. Instead there were white corsets and petticoats.
I sighed in frustration and decided on the royal blue dress. Fortunately I took theater so I knew how to put everything on.
I peeked out through the large opening and found Roxas leaning against the window glass with his hand casually shove in his pocket and his right arm also resting on the glass above his head. He looked to be in deep thought. The difference between his eyes now and before are extremely different. It's hard to imagine that he attacked me; or he didn't. I didn't know what to think anymore. Perhaps he is lying to me and this is all a trap. But he looks sorrowful and it almost breaks my heart to watch him like this, even though I have no idea what's wrong.
I leaned in farther to get a closer look of his face. Unfortunately, my clumsiness got the better of me. My foot caught on the long dress and dragged me down. I shut my eyes in reaction, waiting to hit the floor. But it never happened. I opened my eyes and my face wasi nches from the floor. I peered up to find Roxas hold onto my waist. Immediate embarrassment took control. I stumbled out of his arms and backed into a wall.
"H...how did you catch me?" I asked obliviously.
"Well,I couldn't let you fall....." ,He replied in confusion. I stood there dumbfounded. He was at least 20 feet away and he came up from behind me.
"You were all the way over there" , I spoke aloud, pointing toward the window. I was completely in shock and awe.
"Namine-"
"How do you know my name?", I interrupted. Questions I should have asked earlier started popping in my mind like little buzzers.
" Why do you deny attacking me? Why did you try to kill me? Where was I earlier? Where am I now? Who are you?", I blurted out without even thinking, but I needed to know.
He waited patiently with his arms folded against his chest and looked back toward the window.
"Are you finished?", He whispered, his eyes gazing past me. I watched as he continued staring.
"Why are you so sad?" I asked. His eyes shot toward me and his fists clenched, turning knuckles even whiter. He looked surprised.
"What are you talking about?", He asked
"Why do you look so sad, your eyes make me feel so....hurt.....", I whispered, feeling my face heat up. His eye widened and his arms fell to his sides. He paced forward and grabbed my hands. Held them to his chin and closed his eyes.
"Dear Namine, I don't want you to be hurt. You're my everything," he spokes softly. I quickly pulled my hands away.
"How can you say such things! I don't know you!" I shouted. He placed his finger under my chin and stared into my eyes.
"I will tell you.......but later", He replied," But now we need to talk." I simply nodded. I was amazed my his eyes. I felt like I was in a trance.
"Great, let's go", he smiled happily and led me toward the door.
I couldn't tell if it was the lighting of the moon or what, but twilight town looked so much different. The town was old and tired looking, the shops weren't even there, just closed carts and stands. The only thing I recognized was the cobbled stone road.
We continued to walk past the deserted area with only the sound of footsteps breaking through an awkward silence.
"Why does everything look so different?", I whispered, uneasy about the silence. Roxas continued walking, his eye focused forward.
We stopped in front of a dark alley way. The same I recognized that night. I cringed against the memories that might not even exist. A few feet within the alley was a boy leaning against a brick wall with his arms folded. His hair was a purple gray that partially fell past the right side of his face. He was staring at the floor in deep thought. I immediately recognized him from the day I got lost. He looked exactly the same, even the same age. I don't understand why I ever thought he was so tall. He's actually pretty short for a boy.
He looked up at us and gave Roxas a disturbing look.
"What do you want?", He spit out. Roxas pushed me forward and held onto my shoulders. The boy looked at me with confusion and then sudden realization.
"What is she doing here?", He muttered between his teeth. Roxas smirked and shrugged his shoulders. He reminded me of when I first became acquainted with him. I didn't like it.
"Oh, just visiting", He replied calmly with a hint of sarcasm.
"What the hell is wrong with you! You can't just bring whoever you want here! Especially her!", he shouted, creating an echo in the alley. I was entirely confused. What's wrong with me, what I do?
"They're not going to know....", he whispered. The boy was obviously on edge.
"Roxas, if they find out-".
"They're not going to, right Zexion?", He spoke in a threatening tone. He stood his ground, watching Roxas with hate. Roxas glared back as if challenging him. Zexion stepped back and then gave a defeated sigh.
"I don't know what your talking about", he spoke in disgust. Roxas smiled in victory and led me past Zexion, into the alleyway.
"What was that about?" I asked. Roxas glanced at me from under his lashes and continued to push me toward the narrow path.
"I said I'll answer you questions later", he reminded me. I didn't like not knowing what was going on. It made feel helpless.
We stopped in front of a large brick wall that had two lit lanterns on the near edges. I stared at the familiar wall. I knew what was already back here but I was secretly hoping it might be different.
Roxas steeped forward to the lantern on the right pulled out a silver pendant from his coat. It looked the same as to the one on his neck.
He placed the silver pendant on top of the lantern and pushed down. The wall began to dissipate as if it were a hologram. I watched in amazement. The wall left a clear opening. I looked like I was looking into a mirror. On the other side of the wall was the exact reflection of the alley way we were standing in.
"I want you to go in", Roxas spoke softly. I stared into the opening. I could see two figures. The taller one was pushing the smaller one against the wall. I realized immediately who they were. I looked at Roxas. I secretly didn't want to leave. I liked being with him.
"But you said you would answer my questions", I persisted. Roxas gazed down at me.
"Okay, what do you want to know?", he asked.
"Who are you?" He was a little hesitant. I watched him as he bit his lower lip. I could tell that he was a little annoyed with himself.
"My name is Roxas, I am the same person you met earlier." I didn't expect him to answer me so easily.
"Why did you attack me?" He stepped back and leaned against the wall. His eyes full of sorrow again.
"I don't know why, maybe I was hunger deprived." My body tensed a little.
"Hunger deprived?......You were going to eat me?!"
"It's possible...." I didn't think I wanted to keep asking anymore questions but this could have been my only chance.
"......Are you a cannibal....?" I asked, my voice was a little shaky.
"I guess you could say that. Except it's not meat that I'm after." He seemed incredibly hurt. I walked forward and put my arms around him. I could feel him tense up and his eye peering down at me.
"What are you?" I whispered. He folded his arms around me.
"I don't want you to be scared of me", he answered. I tightened my hold.
"I already am....", I reluctantly replied. He let go of me. I stared up at him. He was looking away from me. He pushed me away and walked toward the entrance of the other side. His hands were shaking.
"Roxas?" I whispered. His eyes were closed tightly.
"You want to know what I am?",He asked, his voice was dark. I walked toward him and intertwined my fingers with his.
"No......but tell me anyways" I murmured. His eye became wide with shock.
"you're very different," he responded. I couldn't help but smile.
"Roxas, I won't think any less of you", I assured him," please, tell me." He seemed unsure.
"Namine-", he sighed," I'm a.....I'm a monster." I bored into his eyes as he gazed back.
"What kind of monster?". Even though I asked, I already knew my answer.
"A vampire", he replied. I didn't know what to say as Roxas looked away again.
"so where am I?" I asked. He appeared startled.
"I just told you I'm a vampire", he spoke bluntly. I turned my back toward him.
"I know, but what about my other questions?", I provoked. I knew he must of thought I was crazy but I don't think I was in any position to piss off a vampire.
"Namine," he whispered. I turned back toward him.
"So, where am I?" I repeated with a fake smile. He sighed in frustration while massaging his temples.
"Your in twilight town," He answered.
"I know that much,I meant when am I". He stopped.
"1906", He stated. I watched in astonishment. I couldn't believe it. I was almost a hundred years back in time.
"How did I get here?" I asked, very focused on the new topic.
"I pulled you out the oblivion state and summoned you here. It's one out of two ways to travel back in time". He watched me carefully.
"Oblivion state", I repeated softly to myself," what's an oblivion state?" Roxas ran his hand through his hair.
"The state in which you are induced into a trance-like manner and the one in doing so tortures you inside the mind. Although you are never physically hurt, you are most likely to be emotionally scarred."
"oh......why would you do that to me?" I was really suspicious to the fact that Roxas had a possible grudge against me in the future.
" I don't know what happens in the future," he stated.
"Then how did you know me?". Nothing wasn't making much sense anymore.
"Because I know your parents..." I stopped. I couldn't move and everything felt numb.
That's impossible, my parents didn't exist over a hundred years ago.
"How do you know my parents?" I managed to get out. Roxas seemed reluctant to say anything.
"Because they're-" He suddenly stopped when the sun began to rise. He stared back at me.
"You have to go ", He repeated. I stared at him in shock.
"Why? I still have so many questions."
"I know you do, but I can't be outside too long."
"What if I want to see you again?", I asked.
"I'm right there", he pointed at his other self. I looked at him in the opening. He's so frightening. I didn't like that side of him.
He pulled out a gold object and placed in my hands.
"Use this when you want to see me and I think you'll find a better use of it when you need it." I stared up at him, tears forming at the corner of my eyes.
"But....but I-" he cut me off.
"You have to go now!", he exclaimed and softly pushed into the opening. I turned around to see Roxas slowly fading away.
"Bye", I whispered and turned into the opening. The other side was farther away. I realized I was in a strange dimension with other images of time periods throughout my life. I walked toward the image of Roxas and I.
"Okay, Roxas, here I come....", I whispered to myself and slowly walked into the opening.