Sweet Dreams (HIATUS)

A Girl in Red

Hello, and welcome to Sweet Dreams! I hope you enjoy this story and the craziness that will follow hehe..... Anywhos, I will try to get out a new chapter weekly, but with upcoming AP tests, I don't know how well that will hold. Bear ? with me, and read onward my comrades! Italics mean thoughts

It was dark. When I looked around, darkness was all I could see. It blocked all of my senses, and I ran in circles. My mind was foggy; all I could feel was fear and loneliness. I continued to run, but from what I did not know. I slammed my hands over my ears as the sounds of screaming and crying became louder and louder. I ran until my legs could no longer hold me, and I fell to the cold, hard floor as the screams escalated into a sickening laughter. Suddenly, a light cascaded down through the darkness, but the solace I so desperately sought never came. Giving up hope, I drew my legs up into my chest as the darkness consumed me.

I shot up from my bed, panting heavily as sweat glistened from my pounding forehead. The sunlight shown through the cracks of my curtains, and it was suffocating. I reached my hand up to my temple. Another migraine, I thought as I tried to calm myself enough to remember. Bren, my name was Bren. Sighing, I removed myself from the pale sheets, my body groaning in protest, and began walking over to my dresser, only pausing to observe the mass of glass that was gracing the floor with its presence. It must have been a bad dream for me to have thrown another lamp. I shook it off and stepped over the pile of shards so that I could grab my migraine medication and down two tablets.

Once the insistent pounding in my head decreased, my attention was caught by my sore muscles. Man, Evangeline must have worked me harder yesterday than I thought. Oh shit! I was supposed to meet with her today! I glanced at the clock and gasped. Fuck! I'm going to be late!

With a surge of energy that only this bossy women could elicit from my body, I quickly threw on the closest of the dresses hanging in my closet and slipped on my shoes as I simultaniously fixed my hair. Strapping my gun to my thigh I slipped down the gown and raced out of my living quarters, slamming the door on the way out.

I slowed when I neared the end of the hallway. I smoothed the soft navy blue fabric of the garmet I disliked so much and took a deep breath before I stepped out into the grand courtyard of the castle. The white of the walls was blinding. My heels attracted unwanted attention from others in the room with each click, and I inwardly scoweled at them as I was acknowledged with glares. Stupid heels, not only do you kill my feet, but you feel the need to alert the world to my presence. They could glare till their heart's content, for I could not care any less about what they thought than I already did.

Their whispers met my ears and I tried to brush off the evident rumors. I knew who I was; I didn't need them to tell me. My full name was Bernadette Eve Calliger, and I was The Light's own personal shadow. I had been training for 10 years under the watchful eye of Evangeline, the queen of Lillith. Being so close to the queen has always evoked rumors from the residents of the castle, so I was not surprised at their rather loud discussions. I had long since placed this emotionless mask upon my face, so I merely kept my eyes locked on the porcelain doors in front of me and ignored the stares that burned into the back of my head. I had almost reached the doors when a blur of red knocked me down.

"Ah! Excusez-moi! Oh, je suis tellement malodroit! Je suis désolé, très désolé! Oh, tu ne peux pas comprendre français, désolé, désolé, désolé, désolé-"

I felt the weight lift off of me, and I sat up slowly, attempting to drown out the headache that was knocking on my mind's door. I could hear my assailant muttering in what I assumed was french, and out of confusion and a pinch of curiosity, I opened my eyes and looked up.

My eyes widened at the creature in front of me, but I quickly returned a blank stare to my face. What stood before me was a girl clad almost entirely in red and black, with feathers that seemed to have sprouted from her curly, honey blonde hair. Her entire body was covered from her neck to her feet in a dress that looked like it had floated right out of a circus. Despite her gaudy ensemble, what stood out the most were her bright blue eyes.

Interesting. The only other person I know with blue eyes is Evangeline, and that's because they are extremely rare. She could be from Aisling, but she doesn't look dangerous. Then again, you can't trust anyone around here, so I had better brace myself. Better safe than sorry I always say. I was so busy interrogating her in my mind that I didn't notice her pause and look at me, waiting.

"Pardon?" Her voice was innocent and soft, and the concern laced into her words caused my head to snap up.

"Please, let me help you up, it's the least I can do," she said as she reached her hand out to me. Her accent is thick. My instincts took over and I smacked her hand away.

"No, I'm fine, assistance is not necessary," I said as I stood, and when I looked into her eyes, I could have sworn I saw pain flash through them, but it was gone as quickly as it came. I looked down to adjust my dress, hoping that my gun wasn't exposed. I saw her stick out her hand for me to shake.

"My name is Geneveive. I am so sorry to have bumped into you. I got lost, and was in such a hurry that I didn't notice you."

I glanced at her face before slowly taking her hand. She started shaking vigorously, and I pulled my hand back before she could shake my head off. I felt the beginnings of a migraine, but I resisted the urge to run away and find a dark corner to rest in peace. With my best fake smile plastered on my face, I addressed her.

"It's quite alright Genevieve, just pay more attention next time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm on my way to an important meeting and must get through those doors," I pointed to the doors behind her and she jumped to the side, causing the rose pin holding the bottom of her dress together to come undone. She caught it, but not before I could see the dark metal that was hiding behind it. Panic flashed through her eyes as she tried to play off what just happened. What the hell was that? There is something off about this girl. She almost doesn't seem.....human.

My mind filled with questions, but I pushed them aside as I walked into a room so white that it made the previous one look black and shut the doors on Genevieve's terrified face.

My suspicions will have to wait. I have something more important to deal with. I was ushered into a waiting room, where I indeed waited, anxiety creeping up my spine.

A/N I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story! Who was the mysterious french girl, and what is Bren so anxious about? Find out in the next chapter! I hope the French is right. Sigh...Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day, today and always!