By: Mystic Redfern
*in Frost's room inside Maeve's place* "Argh!"
Frost thought to herself, still trying to clear up her head. "Why do
they keep asking so many questions? And if they're going to ask so many,
can't they ask them one at a time?!"
Frost's mind was reeling from the dream, and now was spinning even faster from the people surrounding her and their questions.
"What did the man in the dream look like?" "Where were you in the dream?" "How long have you been having this dream?" were only a few scattered questions ears could understand in the buzz of the constant voices surrounding her.
A second later, Circe and Maeve entered her room and told the group of concerned witches surrounding the muddled Frost to come into the parlor so they could explain the dream from what Circe had heard from Frost the night before. Frost had to be exhausted they had said. And Frost had never been more relieved to see so many people leave her alone. When the girls had left, Frost blew out the candle on her bedside table and slumped back in her bed. She let out a breath of air in a whoosh, and then realized that she really did not want to back to sleep. She held back a giggle at the thought of the witches wanting her to get some sleep. Not if it means a possibility of that gosh darn dream coming back! But, at least she didn't have to answer any of their questions. Frost sighed deeply, looking around the pitch black room, using her vampire enhanced vision to peer around the corners of the room. What to do now is the question, she thought. Frost, though she was quite frankly not supposed to leave the flat, and more so not expected to leave it, decided to go for a calming midnight stroll.
"It'll only take 10 minutes or so," she thought. "No reason for them to come looking for me in that amount of time, right?" She asked herself.
Frost shook of all reasons in her mind not to go for the
walk and slid silently out from under the covers.
She pulled on a sleek black dress. She would have worn her other, normal
clothes, but she didn't have them with her. Her escape from the Black Iris
with Circe hadn't really given her time to rush to her hideout and gather
up her favorite jeans. The dress in reality was Maeve's, and she couldn't
exactly go out into the parlor and politley ask for a more sensible walking
outfit. So, Frost, taking a quick glimpse of herself in the full length
mirror on the wall, strode over to the window above her bed, pulled open
the sill, and elegantly stepped out into the engulfing darkness of the night.
She then pulled the window sill back down, closing it, but was careful not
to lock it accidentaly since if you weren't used to it, there was a spring
that locked it automatically if you pushed the sill down to hard. She knew
she had to time herself so she wouldn't come back and find the witches worried
about her sudden disappearance.
Frost shook her head, sending her mane of moonlight colored hair to flutter
in the slight breeze that came along out of nowhere. She realized that she
may look funny to passerbys, since she was wearing a dress more fit for
a night club than a stroll, not to mention wearing combat boots which looked
ok but didn't quite fit the ensamble in the most fitting way. She reminded
herself she wasn't going to be seen by anyone. She planned to walk briskly
in alleyways, and only long enough to clear her head and make her sleepy
so she could start to fathom the idea of sleep.
Frost strolled with elegance throughout the filthy alleys, glad to so far
have not seen any unfamiliar faces. She walked for a while, about 5 minutes,
when she realized she was lost. She had been walking quite quickly, and
had not thought about the direction from which she was heading. Frost stopped
abruptly in the center of another foreign alley, and a worried look slowly
spread across her pale face. She swore under her breath, wishing she had
thought about such possibilitys of a stroll at night. Frost quickly started
to run, not wanting to be standing around like a fool when some unexpected
visitor appeared from the darkness. She realized the kind of people, night
world people that is, that would be out on such a foggy, cool, night, perfect
for feeding on unsuspecting people. Of course she needn't worry about people
looking for blood, just to look out for members of CM looking for her, which
she knew they were. Frost ran for a while, not finding her way out of the
maze of alleyways. She stopped, and then as she stood silently for a few
minutes, heard a sound. One so soft, so light, that no human ears could
have heard it. Frost blinked, her breathing temporarily stopped, as well
as her heart seemed to. It was what Frost knew to be the sound of a foot
step. The sound of a boot hitting the pavement. She didn't want to know
who that boot belonged to, no she didn't even want to think about who it
could belong to. A picture of the man with hair like fire from her dream.
Frost realized she was standing, exposed in an alleyway, like a helpless
fawn in the middle of a highway. She started to run, but the blow to the
back of her head hit her too fast. A wooden club, she thought, only that
would knock me out on such an exciting night. Frost felt the pain spread
quickly throughout her head as she blacked out.
to be continued........
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