Eldritch [the original]

Chapter 4 ~ Another Time

            I woke up but didn't open my eyes. I rolled over lazily, "Remmi, I had the craziest dream...." I started, but when I got no response I rubbed my eyes and perched myself up to look around the room. The bed I was in was unfamiliar, it was a queen sized bed with a black headboard and deep purple covers. The room was painted an elegant white, there was a painting on the wall above the bed and there was a dull purple, almost grey fluffy rug around the bed. There was also a window seat and a caged bird set up next to it, and when I say caged bird I mean the casual cage with white bars and a dome-like structure.. "Where am I?" I whispered to myself, crawling out of the bed. It was a memory foam bed, pleasantly comfortable. I fixed the bed best I could and wandered around the room curiously. There a light grey dresser by the wall left of the bed, the window seat was to the right, and it was a fairly large room. I sat in the small chair next to the dresser and looked in the mirror. Yep, it was me, but where am I? Please don't tell me it wasn't a dream. It was only now that I realized I wasn't even wearing my normal clothes, I was wearing a nightgown and pajama pants. What the hell happened? I walked over to the window seat and sat down, I could still see the moon, the sky was a pleasant blue with clouds lingering around in spotty patches. The landscape around me was cold, snowy, and a few trees stood around here and there.

           "Good morning, love." I jumped when I heard his voice. It wasn't a dream. I spun around to look at him, he leaned against the white door frame, with his arms crossed as he smiled at me. He was wearing something different today, which boggled me, I just didn't expect him to change clothes. He wore a vibrant purple vest with a black bowtie and buttons, he wore a white shirt under that which he cuffed the sleeves, or they were made that way, they had buttons holding them in place, and the pants he wore were black, aside from that he was wearing white socks.  "Where am I?" I asked looking away from him and at the small bird perched in the little cage. There was a long silence. "That's Madeline. She's a purple finch. Do you like her?" he asked, neglecting to tell me where I was, or maybe he wasn't neglecting it he just didn't care. I nodded. She was quite cute and fitting for the little room. "So, where am I?" I qustioned him again. "At my house, near the top of Balaur Bordura. That's Romanian for 'Dragon's ledge'." he said. Interesting. "This is a nice house, sad someone like you is living in it." I growled under my breath, I know he heard me though. "Just accept it, love. You're going to be here a while, you'll need to get used to having me around all the time. But you're still just avoiding what is inexorable." he said with a smirk, I could hear it in his voice. I was still looking at Madeline. He teleported to my side and knelt down next to me pulling his arm around me and fumbling curiously with my hand. "Vincecho, I don't like you, and thats the end of it." I said, trying to push him away. "Ya know, if you can teleport why didn't you just teleport inside the house?" I questioned him. "Well, my powers, like any other imaginary entity, are lost in your dimension, the real dimension, even yours. A shame really, you mortals have such potential power that you're never able to even access." he said, letting go of you. "Cool." I muttered, I didn't really know what to say. "And we're going to teach you how to use yours!" he gave you a new smile, it was amusing, it looked a little more unstable, like a bad idea was brewing in his head. "R-really?" you said, suspicous, cautious. It sounded fun, but risky, and fueled by bad ideas..."Of course," he smiled, and I finally glnaced up at him. "What am I going to learn first?" I asked curiously. "To do this..." He backed up a second before pulling his feet from the ground and hovering there. "I can do that?" I asked pointing at him. He nodded as he drifted over to me, it looked like he was laying on something invisible, perching his head in his hands. "It's like dreaming," he held my hand, "Start small, and believe in yourself! This is the dream world afterall." he concluded. I looked down at my feet, picking them up and setting them back down. "Can I have breakfast first?" I asked looking up at him. "Oh, yes! You and your human needs...I totally forgot, sit here for a moment, love." he said this as he dropped to the floor and walked out the door. "Alright then." I mumbled to myself, it was a distraction really. I wanted him to leave me alone for just a minute, his presence was difficult to explain, at first you'd be mystified by his eyes, then you'd be disturbed because of the way he'd touch you, then you'd be confused from somthing he'd say. I glanced back at Madeline, putting my finger against the bars. The small bird moved over to it and nipped my fingertip. It kind of tickled. 

          "Okay, come on." I jerked my head around to see him standing there again. "Alright," I said, walking over to him and following him around a down a corridor and down some stairs. His house was huge and magnificent. He had an indoor aquarium, and a devine living room, with the biggest  television I had ever seen. He directed me through the living room to a kitchen and dining table, "Just sit here." he said, pulling out a chair. I did as told. With the snap of his fingers every breakfast food you could possibly think of was presnted to me on the table. "There you go, love. I'll be on the couch if you need me~" he said, drifting off again, wandering into the living room and turning on the television. "Oh my gosh this is better than my house," I mumbled. I wish I could live here, in this mansion, treated like a queen...only problem was the king I was expected to have. I could hear the T.V. and glanced over at it. "The search for psychopathic duplicate of Echo still turns up as a failure," the News reporter said, but he changed the channel quickly after. 

          After finishing the extroidinary breakfast, I walked over and sat next to Vincecho, he had his arms rested up on the head of the couch and flicking through channels. I sat there for a second before he just turned the television off, "You know, there's nothing good on anyways." he said. I scooted closer to him, until we were touching, resting my head on his chest. It was mainly because I felt sorry for him, he had no friends, nobody liked him, loved him, in fact they wanted him dead. What a way to live. "What did you do for them to want to kill you?" I asked. "I don't know just...being me I suppose." he said, obviously trying to stay off the topic. "Vincecho...?" I looked up at him and he looked back nervously. "I'll tell you another time, love."