Twilight is not mine!

Here is the next chapter as promised, I'm hopping to update on Saturday probably late (finger's crossed)

Chapter 36

That night, after I walked for hours, back to where the family had stayed, tired and defeated, I laid in my cot, trying to sleep.

The image of this beautiful woman was tattooed to my brain, I couldn't forget her, the way she moved, the long brown hair, the pale skin, her lips, her eyes. I felt like I knew her.

And so my dreams decided to betray me. Thinking that I would be dreaming of her. I woke with a start, and my body shook with the intensity of my nightmare.

I could still feel the snakes around my legs and the long legs of the spiders on my face. I could even feel the bindings on my wrist's and the helplessness that this dream brought. When I came out of the tent I noticed that I was the only one awake, so I gathered my clothing from the big case on the back of our vehicle and went to find some water to wash of me the dirt of the road.

A few minutes later the women had awoken and where starting the breakfast, they all helped eachother, and the meal was done in a few minutes.

We all sat around the campfire huddled up and enjoyed the cold morning.

The grass was dewed by the night's fog.

I was asked by my mother, about my whereabouts of yesterday, but since I was too tired and too depressed to tell her, I just shrugged and looked at the plate in my lap. As she proceded to scold me about disappearing from the camp side I just tuned her out.

I knew she worried about me, but at the moment I didn't feel like being reprimanded. I was too focused on how I would find this woman that had me enticed.

The morning was followed by our ritualistic family circle to decide on our next destination. Since we had to take Nona Machuy's ashes to there final resting place –scattered with Papa Samuel's- . they were all discussing our rout to wine down the country side. All where reluctant to come near the big cities. Our kind was not welcomed and since we had a lot of possible criminals in our mists, we had to find a commen ground for all of us to be happy with our journey. So we tried to stay away from big metropolis or too populated areas.

My father, traced a route on the families map and we where about to start the voyage to Nona Machuy's town when I got the sense of lounging, of anxiety and if I didn't act immediately I would be missing something very important.

Something that I could never find anywhere else.

I stood motionless on the campsite. My father noticed my stillness and came to me. His hands always trying to sooth me –where on my shoulders, he kissed my forehead and told me to go, "go and find her" he whispered to me. "Your song will bring her to you". Where his final words to me.

So I gathered my things without a word to anyone else. And started walking down the road to my destiny.

Let know what you think :)

Mel