Dreaming of You

Chapter 8

Ok guys its here! I know i promised to upload yesturday, but i had to babysit these two adorable litle girls all day! When i got home, i worked on it all night till around 3 in the morning on my ipod. Do you know how hard it is to type on that thing?!? Anyways here you are! Enjoy!!

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P.S. almost forgot! Ill be traveling to visit my dad in europe in a couple days, since my flight takes 12 to 14 hours to get there hopefully ill have several pages for you to read! But i might not be posting for a while since i want to spend time with my family and friends before i leave.

Anyways back to the story.......

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Chapter 8

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*~36's POV~*

I tried to step closer to her my left hand reaching out toward her, like in my dream, but I didn't get the same results that time. Instead she scampered toward the far back of the bed dragging the moldy blanket, which we found in a closet, along with her. She hit the grungy wall behind her with a thud getting as far from me as possible. Her face covered in bandages, and her right eye already bruising. The sight made me feel miserable and defenseless. I couldn't protect her from the pain; I was to slow at the time. I vowed that this or any harm wouldn't come to her any more. I vowed with my life. My hand drooped back to my side, my head hanging in defeat. Her whimpering made me look up again. Her eyes were wide with panic and she was pointing a shaky finger at me. I was confused, I didn't do anything.

"What's wrong?" I asked not really expecting an answer. She continued to point at me but her eyes were not looking at me but behind me. Within less than a moment I was facing the doorway with both swords out.

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*~35's POV~*

There she was only centimeters from my finger tips. She was so angelic with her long blonde hair and eyes the colors of a storm, gray. Within the gray pools floated black specks. A strange sight that fascinated and intrigued me, a sight that made me want to explore its hidden secrets. Suddenly the picture that was carved into my brain disappeared.

Something had disturbed me from my rest. This irritated and angered me. Then I heard it again, a light dripping sound that was so faint not even a dog could hear it. I shook the numb feeling of weakness off that always came from lying down too long. As my feet hit the cold cement, my body became alert. I followed the echo of the noise that sounded identical to water droplets hitting the hard cold floor. I was slightly surprised to see that the echo had led me to the girl's room, but that wasn't what surprised me. The door lay ajar. I slowly made my way toward the opening my body already filling with adrenaline. I sensed another presents inside the room other than the girl. I was in position to burst through the door and snap the intruders head off. But then my body relaxed when I realized who the intruder was.

36 was facing the girl. When I looked at the girl, a smirk appeared on my face when I realized she was staring at me in fear.

"What's wrong?" My gaze traveled back to 36 wondering why in the world he even cared. He was acting so strangely since I had interrogated her in the sewer.

I was able to gain the information I needed from her, seducing it out of her and with a little help of a lighter when seducing no longer worked. I couldn't help it my kind tend to like torture. There was so many different and remarkable ways, and it was entertaining seeing how long the torment lasted with the person before they caved. She didn't last very long though to my disappointment, only a few burns here and there. That's when 36 started to change and act strangely. Right when I had brought out the lighter, the back of the chair he was holding splintered and broke. Then when I had burned her just under her hand, which 37 unbound from the ropes, when she didn't answer a question he practically ripped the lighter from my hand. I punched him in the face knocking him onto the ground and told him to stay put before I shot him in the head. He had grunted but stayed. Every time I burned her, his face contorted into pain. At last she finally gave me the address where my "soul mate" lived after several burns on her arms. When I had gotten what I needed from her, I nodded at 36 to get rid of her. Instead, he disobeyed me and somehow convinced me that we would need her in the future. I was skeptical but he seemed to have a point and I allowed her to live. The fact that I knew that it would piss off 37, who was shaking with excitement for bloodshed, if she lived, helped as well. But once I find my target there was no use for her any longer and she would be disposed of. I hadn't told this to 36 because I didn't trust him after he had acted this way.