Author's Note:

Here's the seventh chapter. Sorry it took me forever to post this. I have had a lot of stuff going on and haven't been able to get around to it. As a warning, I may not be able to get my updates in by my deadline due to what is happening in my life. Hope you understand. Also, I hope you enjoy this chapter because I feel good about it. I'm not sure my writing is up to par but my ideas are. It is sad though and suspenseful. In addition, it is short becausse I just had to add something and I felt it has everthing it needs for the chapter, and it's just not my writing if there isn't a cliff hanger. Furthermore, all questions that I present in the book along the way will get answered eventually if I feel the need. Plus, if you have any suggestions I am willing to hear them. I may or may not add them into the story all depending on what I feel fits in. Thanks for all you love, support, coments.

Hope you enjoy... –Evangeline

The First Vision

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a forest. The trees were dark green and brown. Moss, rocks, and twigs littered the forest floor. Up ahead I could hear faint voices and see a small glow.

What is that?, I wondered, Is it were my vision was? Where is the fear and terror I felt before?

I headed toward the strange glow, not knowing what could possibly happen. As I got closer, I felt the heat. Camp fire? That must be what the glow and heat was coming from. The voices started to clear and I could tell what they were saying.

"No, what you ask id too much. Boss wants them alive," commanded a muscular voice.

"Yes, but what he won't know won't hurt him. Besides he will just hurt them as badly anyway," another voice replied. It sounded slick, cunning, thieving, and squeaky. His words and voice poured the felling of sickness into me.

"No, but it will hurt us," this voice sounded cool, confident, and laid-back. I didn't like him one bit.

There was a pause, and then Squeaky pleaded, "Please. Just one. I just want to show the others that we mean business. Plus, we could send it to those Knights and get a good ol' scare out of 'em. Please."

"NO, NO, NO, NO! I'm not going to pay for your stupidity, Frankie," Musles said. Frankie, I thought, how unoriginal.?.

"Oh, come on Mickey," I had to hold in a laugh. Out of all the names I thought the Musles had the last was Mickey. I was never going to get the picture of Mickey the mouse out of my head when he talked. "Help me out, Edward." Huh, I had a crush on a guy named Edward in 8th grade.

"I don't care what you do," Edward said. I could hear the smirk on his face. "As long as I don't get in trouble and you take all the blame."

I was close enough to see the men now. They were sitting around a campfire in a clearer area of the forest. They had 3 horses and a wagon. It looked like the wagon was pulled by two of the horses and one of the man was on his horse. In the wagon, boxes were covered with a blanket.

One of the men, probably the youngest, was standing close to the crate. He was scrawny, albino white, and looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Small green eyes popped out of his head and were only outshined by his long, bulging nose. His face looked as clean as a baby's. There was a crazy look in his eye that was so intense, it scared me. In a way, he seemed blood thirsty. Definitely Frankie.

The closest men too Frankie was, what looked to be, the eldest and had to be Mickey. He looked as if he was on steroids and had stated when he was young. His silver hair was balding; he had tiny dark brown eyes, a round nose, and a large busy mustache. It seemed as if a grumpy look was engraved onto his face. I was just waiting for him to say that he had six male siblings, lived in a cottage, and had a beautiful, kind friend who lived with him.

That leaves Edward. I was shocked by his appearance was in a way, hot. His short black hair was messy in just the right way and was offset by his olive tan skin and forest green eyes. He was muscular but not too much, and had a great body. He would look more at home on a magazine cover then in the middle of the woods with these guys. Wow, déjà vu. My imprecation of his voice reflexed his personality, laid back and calm. Unlike the others who wore jeans and plaid shirts that were ripped up, Frankie's were too big while Mickey's were too small, Edward's fit him perfectly and looked brand new. Black riding boots, dark jeans, a black shirt, and a dark leather jacket increased his hotness. Is 'hotness' even a word?

Frankie walked toward the wagon looking like a 5 year old on Christmas and Mickey shook his head deepening his grumpy expression. When he reached the wagon he put on gloves, pulled the cloth back a smidge, and put his hand in the crate. The only thing I could hear was shuffling and faint squealing. Then the scream came.

It was the most beautiful and heart wrenching screams I had ever heard. It sounded almost like… No, there was no way it could be… Something else could make that scream right… There is no way someone would harm… It can't be? My emotions went into a frenzy and I was painful for me to wait to see what caused the noise.

Finally, after what felt like a millennia, Frankie pulled out the creature. My heart felt like led and tears formed in my eyes. A cruel laugh came out of Frankie's mouth. Then he pulled a gold handled, black metaled knife and moved it toward the scared to death innocent.

I blacked out before anything could happen, knowing what the Queen's message was talking about.

Next Chapter:

Waking-up