"Vanilla is not a flavour, my love" The boy said to the girl with a laugh.
"Don't be harsh, you mean person. It is a flavour.. of life.. and love" The girl said defensively, licking her vanilla ice cream.
It was a beautiful evening. Pretty sunset with sky colored in the shades of pink, orange and purple. The young couples, sitting in a park bench, holding hands and savouring the ice cream were enjoying each other's company. The girl's head leaning on boy's shoulder.
"Whatever you say love, whatever you say. Although for me, it will always remain Vain-illa." he said smiling before quickly adding, "here try some chocolate".
She was about to retaliate back but realised that she simply couldn't refuse a free offer, let alone when food was involved. Opening her mouth she was all set to take the biggest bite of her life when suddenly, everything started to shake.
Soon, the pleasant evening transformed into a dark, smelly room, with green fumes filling it up. She, who was few seconds ago cherishing her love life, was now tied up in a corner, unable to see anything because of the fumes. Terrified she began trashing and squirming. About to scream, she felt a hand touching her throat. A nasty, pungent, dirty hand with elongated nails.
"Shhhh... It's alright, you're fine.. better than always" a hissing voice said near her ear. "Drink this and you're soul will be free". She felt a cup filled with vile red looking substance pressed forcibly against her lips.
'No! Don't drink it. I beg you please don't drink it!! Don't make her drink it! Let me drink it instead of her please!!' A man's cry, reached her ears. Whoever he was, must be in pain. The smokes were obscuring from having a good look at him.
She was crying by now, not knowing what was happening, but still clamped her lips shut with all her might, but it was futile when compared to the person's strength. Pressing her jaws open, despite her struggle the liquid was poured into her. She would have spluttered it out if not surprised by the taste. It was metallic. It was blood. Soon she started to feel dizzy.
"There you go. You're good now. It's going to be fine" suddenly the same horrid hands were caressing her head but she was way gone to comprehend any of it.
'Nooo!!!' she heard the man's voice, now faint, fading away in a distance. She could barely hear him crying before passing out.
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Gasping I jolted up from my position. Frantically looking around I noticed that I'm still in the car. Heartbeats still jumping on the trampoline, I was drawing sharp intake of breaths. Never before in my entire life was I so delighted to be up from sleep. What a strange dream. More importantly, why it felt so real? As if I know each one of them, their names, their family and their story, all of it, except that evil person.
Something was drawing me towards that boy. Who was he? Why he had pretty eyes? Why am I this affected by him?
"You okay kiddo?" I heard my dad asking, looking at me through rear mirror, driving.
"Yeah dad, I'm fine." I replied while looking outside the window, seems like we're on a freeway. "When will we get there?"
"If traffic is compassionate, then two hours"
"And in reality?"
"Four hours"
"Ahhhh!"
"We would have reached by time if you had woken up early" dear god why people are mean?
