3 Ways

Locked in Time

A loud scream climbed out of her mouth before Changmin turned around calmly, unaware of what had just happened to Victoria.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Victoria felt her eyes scurry around to catch anything that could be there, but it was too dark and she could feel her heart pulsating faster.

"No one's home, there's not even a car here..." Changmin's voice carried on into her ears, but her brain refused to transmit any information.

No one was there. Lee Shin Il was gone and there was nothing to be done about it. They had come too late. Either he had really gone to Tokyo or someone else had gotten to him, Victoria was unsure why she suspected the last part.

Then Victoria heard it again...in dozens. That whispery laughing, but she couldn't fight if she couldn't see them and if there wasn't anything around to hurt them with.

"Lets get out of here," Victoria rushed to her feet and climbed back into the car trying to keep her calm in front of the crime investigator. The last thing she wanted was to let him see what she could do.

Changmin frowned at her before following.

>_____<;;

The presence in the house slowly appeared from the walls as if he had risen from it. He didn't have to take the stairs. His quiet wings flew up him the silky wooden stairs illuminating the light Victoria had left on. His royal blue robe drifted over his tiny feet while making his flight to the short hallway at the top.

Upon his turn the last door tremored for him and he immediately made his way toward it. As he closed in on the door it quietly swept open. When the door caked open he was slowly revealed the sleeping woman on the bed warmly tucked underneath her blanket, tilted on her side. The light that glowed from her bedside left warmth on her peaceful face. Tilting his head up he peered at the dream catcher above the bed. A light blue spark shone in the room when he flung his long fingers out dismantling the weak shield it had come with.

His feet touched the soft carpet when he gently landed without a noise. Slightly tilting his head to the side he observed this dreamer's face. This dreamer's dreams were among the strongest with the most powerful emotions connected to her heart. He would feed off the energy. The source of attraction that had brought him there was none other than this dreamer.

After this one he would have his barrier up in the house and all inhabitants would be prisoned in this dreamer's dream. This would give him the most food to feed on. The perfect strategy.

>_____<;;

When Namjoo woke up she was still lying on her side. Most of the time she would have shifted onto her back in the middle of the night, but it didn't seem the case that morning. Why had the sun risen so quickly when she'd slept just an hour ago?

While turning onto her back she felt her body freeze when her eyes met with the soft yellow ceiling overhead. Her eyes swam in circles before she pulled herself up and saw long white socks covering her feet before she saw the end of a pink dress. Reaching her hand up she felt for her pajamas and realized she wasn't in them. This was a hanbok...a hanbok!!

Namjoo almost screamed out of insanity. Turning over on all fours she glanced at the old walls of the room she was sleeping in and started moving backward style off the futon. Wherever she was, she had no plan to stay long. Immediately getting up she let out a soft shout when she bumped into a weak table. Turning she saw a sketched portrait of her and none other than a happy Chanyeol, who had his long hair knotted into a bun at the top of his head, hanging on the wall.

"Oh no...no, no, no..." she muttered and immediately swerved around the room to see other portraits of birds perched on trees, a tiger standing at the edge of a cliff, and others hanging around the room. "What the hell..."