Project Moonlark: A Fanfiction

2. HOME

"And she told me to act like a regular human being!" I heard a familiar voice echo across the room, followed by a collection of laughs. I groaned as I pretended to be unconscious. Were they completely unaware that I could hear their conversation? I pushed against the pillows, but it was no use. This bed was my personal jail cell. It was too soft.

"Is she awake?" Someone asked. They had a very crisp British accent, similar to the boy's.

"I don't know. But she has a point, dad. Why do you care so much about her?" The boy asked him.

"That's classified." The man answered seriously. Then he turned a door knob at the end of my room and walked inside. I pretended to rub my eyes groggily, before finally opening them. Where was I? I was lying on a super soft bed, in a room which overlooked a giant castle-like moat.

Everything in this place looked like it had been carved from crystals. It was not a great place for someone like me to be in. The room I was in had a collection of animal pins and hair clips and makeup placed neatly on the shelves. There was also a book on the crystal-clear desk that read, "DO NOT OPEN". I couldn't make myself appreciate all the beauty, though. I was not in my house, and probably in some insanely rich kidnapper's.

"Hello, Kristen," a warm voice said, and at the doorway stood a beautiful man who looked like he was in his late twenties, who had the same golden hair as his son, but his was a lot neater, and he had bright blue eyes which contrasted with his son's dull and almost grayish ones. I didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer, folding my arms across my chest to show how disturbed I was to have let his son kidnap me. His son hadn't been lying after all. This man really was obsessed with me. That was a disturbing thought.

"I'm truly sorry," the creepy man whispered. "You must be so confused. But trust me, this is for the better."

I didn't look at him. He might as well have been speaking a different language. I didn't understand anything. How would I ever get home? My parents had to be worried now. Had they called the police yet? I hated to see my parents worry. They already had enough on their minds, with me being the "weird child" and all. I never wanted to read their thoughts, but they just kept flowing into my mind all the time. My parents were proud of me, but also a little sad that I wasn't fitting in well. I tried to live up to their mental picture of myself, but the voices made it so much harder to "blend in"...

Voices. I stopped when I thought of the word, because I just realized that I couldn't hear any voices at all now. It was quiet. Silent. It made me feel deceptively safe, even if I knew I was in a kidnapper's house. What if they'd taken away my ability? I shouldn't have smiled at the thought of finally being able to be normal. They were bad guys. I had to get back home. I forced myself to get out of the bed, but the man stopped me before I could move any further.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself," he said formally. "My name is Lord Alden Vacker." Lord? This man was sounding more and more insane. I must've been dreaming, but I couldn't seem to wake myself up.

"I can't believe it," Alden mumbled to himself, his eyes glowing with excitement. "He actually found her. This has got to give me a higher position in the Council."

"You're losing me," I admitted, and then everything started pouring out of my mouth before I could control myself. "What Council? Why are you looking for me? Where are we? How do I get home?"

Alden's forehead creased with worry. His face was very distracting, and I turned away to focus myself. But then I got distracted by something else.

"Is that..." I couldn't find words to describe the beauty in the picture on the wall. She had silky, light blonde ringlets which were tied into a messy bun, and she didn't even need to have the makeup for her to look like a complete goddess. Every girl in school would've been jealous of her. Her lips were coated with a shiny red lipstick, and her cheeks were the perfect baby pink color people used expensive blush to replicate.