Spellbound

Chapter 2

A/N: Glad to hear everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Here is another chapter hot on the heels of the first. Boring rainy days are good for writing. Not so much for fishing.

--Chapter 2--

(Ian)

I woke up to a number of suprises. First off was the splitting headache. Second, I was laying on a cot, still in the dark basement though. Three, there was no traces of what had happened to me. Last, She was not there.

I sat up and turned so I could rest my back against the cold, cement wall. The coolness of the wall helped to alleviate the heat from the clammy sweat that had my t-shirt sticking to me. I sighed in relief as I closed my eyes. The silence helped me calm down and focus on my situation. I noticed my senses were no longer in the overload that they had been in earlier, during my brief conscious periods.

Feeling rested when I finally managed to get off the cot, I looked around the room. Like before, the darkness didn't seem to impede my vision. I noticed a set of wooden stairs leading up to a bulkhead door in one of the corners of the room. Otherwise, the room was barren. I slowly made my way over to them, listening intently for any notice that I was awake. I heard nothing; not even my footsteps as I gingerly climbed the stairs. Here came my first challenge. The bulkead door appeared rusty, likely to make a lot of noise when opened. I wanted to make the least amount of noise possible. I reached out to shove open one of the doors in order to make a quick getaway.

I ran right through, tripping, and falling face first into a puddle of mud. Grimacing and quickly shaking my head to clear the mud off my face, I turned around. The bulkhead doors were still there, looking as if they had been untouched. I cautiously walked over there and poked a finger at the surface of one of the doors. My finger went right through. Blinking quickly, not believing what had just happened, I did it again. Same results. Getting a little more brave, I whiped my hand through the air as if I was swirling it in a pool of water. My hand passed right through. Unnerved, I turned and bolted into the nearby woods.

I had been running for an hour when I came across a small clearing. I sat down panting, recovering from my exertion. I leaned back, elbow resting on my knee, and looking up at the starry night sky. The sky was clear from pollution resulting in a breathtaking display of the stars. Staring at them for what seemed like eternity, my gaze slowly found the full moon. It was so large and bright, I don't know how I didn't notice it before. It held my gaze, and my complete attention. Something nebulous pulled me towards it, calling to embrace my soul. Shivers ran up my arm and down my spine from my neck. I reveled in the sensation, remembering the first night I met Her. Corinne Parker.