Doragon akuma no dansu: Dance of the Dragon Demon

Chapter 4. In the eyes of Annabelle

I laid sideways awake on the cold, hard cave floor, next to the camp fire we had built to keep warm. The fire had distinguised a while ago but it was still quite warm. I hadn't been able to sleep all night and felt disgusting, i felt rather zombiefied if i had to describe how i really felt. I signed miserably, wishing kiaros would be nicer to me. All night I had been thinking about his last words. I think back to what he had mumbled " that's.. Not.. Your fathers advice" What was that suppose to mean? knowing it must be morning, I got up off the floor. I was tired of staying in the cave. I was fed up of staying with kiaros, he was grumpy, arrogant and pretencious at times and  I really wanted to go home to a nice soft bed. Kiaros was still sleeping after all, curled up like a baby, I knew he would not awake if i left. I gathered my clutch bag and held it tightly.  My phone and a few lipsticks, a hair comb, my purse and credit card was inside. i would never leave it behind. I began to walk towards the exit of the cave, which i knew wasn't far and as i made my way out, the sun seared my eyes. I dropped to the ground clutching my face, pressing my hand over temples , my eyes burned and i didn't know what was happening to me. Images began to emerge before me, familiar faces... faces i'd seen before.. faces i didn't know the names of.

"Mummy,... Please stop pretending...Mummy it's not funny.......... I don't like this game no more, can we play a different one? Mummy please...". a young girls voice cried out, frightened, scared and confused. An image of a beautiful woman flickered before me, She laid on a pink marble floor, eyes open, silent and still like a porcelain doll. I suddenly got an uneasy feeling in my stomach and i felt like i was going to vomit. Her cold dead eyes looked sideways at me and my spine tingled as her thin red lips stuttered " a-a-An -anab-b Annabelle...." The woman began to choke, and a large amount of opague red liquid began to pour out of her mouth. It soaked her pretty white dress to bright red. I wanted to reach out to her, i wanted to help, i wanted to know who she was, why this was happening and how she knew who i was. More blood seemed to flow from her mouth and she continued to stare at me coldly, a sort of blank expression lay on her face too. " Let me help you.." i heard myself say. I was quite surprised, my voice was quite childlike and shaky. " You are already helping me.." she smiled at me with her blood stained mouth and large watery blue eyes; which were blood shocked. I decided i prefered her cold, blank stare rather than her smile while she looked like this because at least then she didn't look like a crazy psycho. " How.. how am i helping you? "i asked,my voice getting frantic as she grew paler and paler. "Annabelle! can you hear me..? annabelle! " A familiar males voice seem to distract me and i could no longer hear what the woman had to say, her lips mummbled words i would probably never hear again, i would never be able to save her. " no.. no! i need to save her! " i shouted as she faded away, and suddenly i was knelt on ground, clutch bag on the floor and Kiaros in front of me, looking concerned. That was the first time i'd seen him look so worried about me. " Why? Why did you do that?" i scolded him. "i was going to hear how to save her." He looked confused. " am i missing something here? You passed out, i didn't do anythi-" "Passed out? this was no dream, this was real! You didn't see what i saw, you wasn't there, now i'll never be able to save her! "He helped me to my feet and steadied me. " Save who? You're probably just getting worked up over a dream; you look like hell. I can tell you haven't even slept."

" So what?" I hissed " I just want to get out of here!" I pushed kiaros away from me and walked in to the woods. I had to find the place with the pink marble floor.

I didn't know how long i had been walking in the woods but it seemed like forever, I couldn't tell one way from another. The woods was quite dense, trees thick and shadowy. Some were bushy and some were bare and looked like the branches had hands and claws. It was getting dark and cold, and the wind seemed to pick up quite violently, making a howling noise as it made its way through the creaking woods. I felt uneasy, like I was being watched. I kept looking around but I couldn't see anything . I could only hear the wind.