Chapter 11 - I'll Wait Here For You

Oh gosh, I'm all depressed now. Those of you reading Dancing will know what I'm talking about. I need to write happier fanfictions. But, of course, all of them currently are involving death or something else that's depressing. :c I just need to write a fanfiction that's all rainbows and butterflies. That wouldn't be much of a fanfiction though...

Evx : Ya, I can see why water is terrifying. I, myself, like pools, and sometimes lakes, but I hate the ocean. Too many creepy stories and too many creepy (in my opinion) creatures.

Guest : Yes! Somebody, save Mina!

Anyways, I present to you, Chapter 11!

My dream! She's going to stab me! I look into her eyes, but they aren't cat-like. Unless that's a warning about the water? Or a clue?

"Now you have to die." Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I step back, and end up going flailing over the railing, into the water.

"Foolish girl! You're going to seal your fate!" She's still grinning like a maniac as she jumps in after me.

What was I thinking? I can't swim! I begin to kick and flail, panicking. I can't swim, I haven't in ages so it makes sense I've forgotten everything, and the Grimorie is after me! She's right! I've sealed my fate!

I see her bobbing towards me, and kick, just trying to stay afloat. I'm going to die!

I'm going under. I can tell. Jagged, black lines climb up my arm, making up for the days that I thought I was around Jared for. Was that what the gold meant in the dream? I'm not sure. In fact, I really don't care. I just want to survive!

My head bobs above the surface, and I spit up water. She's coming closer. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!

They never covered this in swimming lessons, when my mom did try and get me taught, in case I would have to swim in a tale. They covered how to try and stay afloat. They covered how to hold your breathe. They didn't cover how to keep yourself from being drowned by evil Fae!

I go under, frantic as I kick and flail, trying to get air. My lungs burn! I wasn't expecting to go under!

"I'm coming..." It's a haunting whisper, like something you'd hear in a horror game. Chills run up and down my spine.

I spit up water as I bob up, and take a few breathes. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. What am I supposed to do? I'm going to die! This is horrid! This is awful! I hate water!

I take a deep breathe before I go under. I'm expecting to bob back up. I will any second. But right when I expect I will, something clamps onto my foot. I kick again, frantic. No! No! No, this isn't good!

The Grimorie grins up at me. She doesn't look very pretty anymore, as her teeth take on a pointed edge and her eyes turn pitch black. She looks like something from a badly done horror game, but still a horror game. I don't even bother thinking about how pitiful the description is.

"It's okay." She's the one whispering. I don't even understand how I understand. Is she a sea witch? Something else? My lungs feel like they're going to burst, so I'm having trouble focusing. Because of that, I don't bother trying to figure out what she is. "It's your time to die."

I shake my head as she drags me down further. It's getting darker...

"Choose." She whispers again. Wait a minute, how am I even able to hear anything at all, let alone speaking? "Choose one..."

Something comes flying back at me. My dream.

Something claps into my foot. I turn, everything moving slowly and surreally. It's so dark and murky, nothing like the clear lake I saw above.

"Come with me..." I can't see the speaker, but I identify the voice. Teague?

"Come with me..." A repeat, but slightly different. Jared?

"Make a choice..."

"What?"

"Make a choice..."

They keep repeating each other. What on earth? "Make a choice?" Well, not really on earth. I don't think the Fae Plane counts as being on earth.

"Choose one..."

"Choose one..."

"Your fate depends on it." The last line is spoken in perfect unison. Why are there so many unison things today?

That's not the part I need to remember! None of this stuff is important, beyond the fact that someone is telling me to choose and drowning me! I need to remember! My arm is looking even worse. I'm going to die! I need to remember what was the thing that I did wrong!

"My fate?" I squeak, and glance down. My entire arm has turned to gold. "But what if-"

"Make a choice!" Teague hisses.

Still not what I need to remember! My lungs burn even more.

My mouth acts before my brain, although I'm not sure if it's guided by instinct or by my heart. "Jared." It's a whisper, but still audible.

Both ankles are released, and the water becomes slightly less murky. Enough that I can somewhat see, at least. But as I look at Teague and Jared, Jared fades.

"Wrong choice." Teague hisses, latching onto my ankle again and beginning to pull me downward.

"No! Teague, please, no!" I scream as the darkness surrounds me. My head spins. Is this me being lightheaded? Is Fae magic taking a toll? What's going on with me?

I called for Jared. That was the wrong choice. I can't call for Jared. I have to call for Teague. I need Teague.

"Teague!" Bubbles come out, and water comes rushing in.

The grip on my ankle is gone. The Grimorie let's out a scream, sliding away into the dark. And then everything goes black.

Hm? What happened?

~ Dagger