The Secret Demons

Chapter 10: Fever

Charlie's POV:

----Dream----

I was in the centre of a large mansion, perched on an old fashioned maroon sore, with my tiny legs just about going past the cushion. Suddenly, I heard the same voice of the man from my last dream call out for someone, but his voice was slightly muffled because he was in a different room, so I couldn't tell who. One of the doors on the left opened and I saw a tall man walk in with brown curly hair and electric blue eyes, exactly the same as mine.

I had no idea why, but I felt really happy when I saw him, and when he picked me up and twirled me around, I giggled and felt like the happiest toddler in the world.

"Oh there you are my two darlings." A loud, feminine voice laughed from the other side of the room, both the man and I smiled and turned to her, and I saw...

Mom?!

I could recognise her anywhere. She had super long red hair that went down to her waist, with piercing leaf green eyes to match perfectly with it. The was fairly tall, with freckles like mine dotted around her nose, cheeks and forehead, and all in all, she was stunning.

She smiled at the two of us, and slowly made her way towards us. Once she was in front of the man, she wrapped her long, pale arms around his neck and they immersed themselves in a passionate kiss. They pulled away and made a small gap for me in between them, only to bring me in and then we all hugged, and I felt happier and safer than I had ever felt since mom committed suicide. No. Actually, since mom died. I know that she didn't commit suicide - it was something rom probably, someone else. I shivered internally at the thought and buried my faces even deeper into my parents' chests. Wait.

Did I just think PARENTS?!

But...

Is it... True?

'It won't be long now, Charlie. Just hang on in there.' Said that same man in my head, as mom was frozen like she had been paused, and he was smiling at me lovingly, that was, until everything crumbled around me into nothing.

----End of Dream----

My eyes shot open, only to close again because of the harsh light that immediately burned them. I hissed painfully and groaned, sheltering my eyes from the light's harsh glare. I tried getting up but a cold hand on my collarbone stopped me and pushed me down firmly.

"Don't. You're really not in shape for that." I looked over to see a lean, muscular guy with icy blue eyes looking down on me with concern laced into his handsome features. Damn he was hot, yet nothing compared to Lucas. Whoa. I do NOT think Lucas is attractive. Nu uh.

No way in 'hell'.

I giggled aloud at my thought out pun, but I then I stopped and looked into the guy's eyes with fear etched into my face. I really was ill right now. I held my head as my face flared up in embarrassment and I buried my sweaty face into my sweaty hands - just lovely.

"Sorry about that. I guess I really do have a fever huh..." I started to feel extremely dizzy as another searing headache shot through my temples, squeezing a loud whimper of pain to erupt from my worn out throat.

"Shhh... It's okay. Just relax as much as you can." What the hell? How was I supposed to flipping relax? Is this hot dude crazy? The next thing I know, his very cold hand rests itself on my burning forehead and somehow, my entire body then start to relax and decrease in temperature.

"So, your an ice demon, right? Who even are you?" He sighed and sat down next to me in a wooden chair, making me realise I was in an unfamiliar house in a crazy comfortable sofa.