Crown Of Thorns [ Michael Langdon ]

8 - dreams - 8

{Chapter Eight - Dreams}

~ Kiss me, kiss me with your eyes closed,
Whisper that your heart shows,
All I want is you ~

- Puppy Princess

"Mommy, I had a bad dream..."

"Oh honey, it was only a dream." Cordelia sat up in her bed and squinted in the dark to see a small figure at the door.

"Come here,"

She opened her arms to the little girl, who climbed onto the bed and snuggled next to Cordelia.

"Do you want to tell me what it was about?"

The little girl laid there in thought for a minute, before answering,

"I had a dream that we all were burning in hell. You, me, Aunt Myrtle, Nanny Fiona and all the sisters in the coven."

Cordelia shuddered while stroking the girl's head. A 9 year old should not be dreaming about these sorts of things.

"How do you know what hell is?"

The girl shrugged at this.

"Don't worry, it's not real."

"But it was."

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"Hello?" Elora walked through Robichaux's Academy, which was cold and empty. Usually the halls were filled with laughter and chatter, but now they were silent.

"Mom?" She wandered into the dining room, and her stomach dropped at the scene before her. Each of the sisters were dead, and there was blood splattered across the walls. She recognised Zoe, lying face down on the ground. Her hand was intertwined with Kyle's who was also dead. She ran over to her friend, and yelled out in fright.

"No! No, no, no!" Elora cried, flipping the dead body over. She stumbled back in shock at the sight of Zoe's mutilated face. She stood up shakily, and stepped over the other dead bodies, who she couldn't identify.

"Mom?" She called out, again. She sprinted to her mom's office, where the door was open slightly. Her stomach dropped, and she prepared for the worst as she pushed the door open. She was filled with dread as she saw her mother's body, limp in the chair. Cordelia's head was lolling to the side, her lifeless eyes staring forward.

Her eyes darted to the other person in the room, who turned around slowly.

It was Michael, who looked utterly confused. He looked down at the blood on his hands, and on his clothes, and then up at Elora with a look in his eyes that Elora had never seen before. His eyes were completely black. She stumbled out of the office, and fell against the door. She caught herself, and looked at the blood that was smeared on the placed where she had just fell.

Standing up straight, Elora looked down at her shaky hands, which were completely red. The blood was somehow spreading up her arms, and Elora fell to her knees, unable to make a noise.

Elora woke up with a gasp, sitting up immediately in a cold sweat. She looked around her dark room, and controlled her breathing. Her heart rate slowed as she realised it was just a dream.

Elora would always have dreams such as these, and she never knew what they meant. She had had this particular dream multiple times during the past week, but she blamed it on her and Nathan's breakup, and the fact she had recently found out Michael was a warlock.