A Detestable Life

Chapter 5

I felt the nightmare resurface as the new area unfolded around me. Anxiety began to fill up in my body as i felt my veins run cold. I began to feel dizzy, thus making it even harder for me to stand. For support, I grabbed onto the closest thing was not knowing who or what I had grabbed. A sense of alarm quickly grew with the unsettling movement of what I had grabbed onto. Turning to see what I had grabbed upon, I felt my eyelids struggle to stay open. I was holding onto Cornelia. Her face grim and looking more and more faint by every passing second. Falling onto the ground, the world around me began to spin, and soon began to get darker and darker.

When I awoke, my eyes had to adjust to the lack of light which I am usually used to when I wake up. I glanced around the unfamiliar room. Curious of my surroundings, I glanced past the canopy. The room, slightly lighter now that I looked past the black canopy of the bed, had a pitch black floor and blood red walls. In the back left corner there was a lit fireplace, met across from a black leather couch with 2 chairs off to the side of it. On the back of it was another feathered couch which also was black. Across from it was a flatscreen TV on the wall next to a tall book case with very few books. Around a bend in the wall with an old medival door. Around the walls were lit candles hanging from something on the wall and every now and then paintings.

I plopped back in the canopy and looked at the nightstands to my left and right. They were black and had those things you put on the table with candles in them and they only hold like one on each of them. On the nightstand to the left there was a picture of a beautiful woman holding a little blonde baby and on the right was a handsome man holding a little raven haired baby. They looked familiar some how yet, I didn't know them.

My mind set back into what seemed like a memory. I was standing there, being able to see myself now in what seemed like a transparent illusion, through a looking glass that sit on a table. The room looked entirely different then what I had just seen. The floor was a darkish blue with the walls being painted like the sky. Birds flying across the painted sky looking as thou they were flying into the setting sun. The floor, being wood, was painted on to look like the ocean. Dolphins, clown fish, sea turtles, and coral were painted on with what looked like to be a reflection of the sun. " What beautiful baby girls" a woman exclaimed before following the man and woman from the pictures through the not as medival looking doorway.

This woman was not as beautiful as the woman from the picture. She had reddish hair and like a gazillion freckles. She was more pale then snow and she wore and old fashioned dress. The dress was green and black and had lace near the top part and at the end of the sleeves. Her dress revealed her shoulders and top part of her chest. Her sleeves hung down past her arms and didn't seem like they were attached to the dress. A black belt held it around her waistline showing her figure. " She looks like a mini you Victor" said the other woman.

The man from the picture nodded. He had raven black hair just like the baby with beautiful emerald eyes that shifted to red and back. He had worn mostly black and had on a gold ring with what looked to be a bloody stone. His complection pale and flawless. I watched as he smiled warmly at the baby girl who was being held in his arms. " It's because she's daddy's little girl. Right Victoria?"

The woman from the picture stared into his emerald eyes with her saphire ones. Warmly enough to where her pale complection and blonde hair made her seem like an angel. " She is daddy's little girl as this one is mommy's little girl."

" Which one is the princess and which one is the protector" the red haired woman asked.

" Hayden is the princess" Victoria had stated.

" And Jayden is the protector" Victor had finished.

My mouth dropped when I had heard this. I quickly closed it to reconsider the following. 'They could be talking about other people.' I focused my mind now on the babies being held. The little blonde baby reminded me of my sister. This made me start to really wonder about the little ones. Just when I started to focus more on what was happening, I was brought back into the room I had first seen. My head beat in slight pain and my mouth had become agape. My head pounding harder than it had. Then I noticed that there was headache medication on the right nightstand.