When Darkeness Breathes...

XVI. Two by Two...

Time passed and my daughter was now 2. We lived in a different house, a different city. Things had gotten better. Bad influences had been washed out of my life. Relationships with family had been repaired. I looked at the world with more hope, with a sense that something better could be achieved for myself, and now, for my daughter.

It was early Fall. Where the weather was cool in the morning and night, while the days were colorful and comfortable. My little one was plump, happy and intelligent. That is when my life, finally after so many things, shattered. When I realized what all had been stolen from me, and that I was trapped in an evil of pure hell...

We'd gone to bed around 10. I knew that my daughter had been sleeping well, her soft coo's had lulled me to sleep. I remembered that I slept better when my feet were cooler, so I'd poke them out of the covers. I was sleeping comfortable, when something rubbed along the bottom of my foot.

Regained Memory:

I jerked awake, my heart racing my skin feeling too cool.

"She" was there. Once more standing on the end of my bed, not more than 2 feet tall. Her red skin was luminous, and she started speaking. She whispered about progress and advancements in plans. I really did not understand much of what she said, my 19 year old brain still virgin to deeper scientific knowledge. But "she" was excited, happy. If she was even able to actually express those emotions. When she called out in a strange language, and once again the tall yellow Being appeared. But this time it was not alone! Within its arms, was a small bundle. A tuft of shimmery blonde hair, visible from the light of the moon as it came through the open window.

I panicked. Thinking that they had come for my daughter, were going to take her away from me, and my had twitched. A small movement. Significant. Then it suddenly dawned on me that she was still sound asleep next to me. Confusion raced instead.

The red one looked back to me. "She is yours." Were her words as the yellow one leaned low. Within the bundle, another sleeping child. This one, very much similar to the one next to me. She opened her eyes, suddenly. The eyes were different. She had eyelids, and the eyes were a smaller almond shape than those of the other beings. But there was no white to the eye, just large and blue. She looked at me, as I looked at her. I could sense happiness, hunger and ... love... A deep throbbing and searching love. Recognition.

I could not do much, but I was able to reach my hand up and touch her warm and fragile one. She had to be around 6 months old. I felt a tear slip down. Felt a hunger within myself and fury began to build within me. Such sorrow and heartbreak.

The red one turned back to me, "the next one will be even better," she said. "and you will never remember." As my eyes closed.

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