What He Made Me

Chapter 10 - Bite Me

Chapter 10 - Bite Me: 

When the sun comes up, I snap up right in bed, breathing heavily.

What was that!?

I run through the dream in my head, the beautiful women and her nerve-racking words. Soon to be queen!? Prophecy!? Me, savior!? All this talk about ‘the Shadows’ and my memories?

Oh my, I really am going crazy.

My mind is creating some mad dreams. I shake my head and climb out the massive bed. I walk over to the massive window and glaze out at the picture-perfect garden. I realize that I haven’t been outside in 2 months.  That’s a strange concept.

I try to think of anything but the crazy dream, even too scared to turn to my memories as I normally do. I suddenly find anger towards the said Goddess and her words; now I can’t even turn to my memories for fear of what she said. Darn it.

Just then, whilst cursing this Goddess, a soft knock comes from the door. I instantly know it must be Alana, and call for her to enter.

“Good morning dear, I trust you slept well?” She’s all bright eyed and bushy tailed, with a wide smile upon her face.

“You could say that…” I scuff, thinking about the wacky dream.  She laughs at me and ushers me into the bathroom where yet again she disappears into what I now know is my closet. She emerges holding another corseted dress.

“Do I really have to wear a dress? Can’t I just wear some jeans or something?” I ask sighing; I’m really not a dress sort of girl. I’m more of a skinny jeans, pretty top and shabby converse sort of girl.

She looks utterly gob-smacked, but quickly a look of realization replaces the shock. I raise an eye brow at her as she shakes her head and laughs.

“Sorry, I often forget that you come from Earth. No, my dear, ladies do not wear trousers here. We wear dresses, always.” I groan as she begins to ready the shower, making sure it’s the right temperature.

“Really? That’s ridiculous!” I slump down onto the stall in front of the vanity and look at myself.

This time, I’m not as startled by the blue eyes or silvery under tone to my skin. I guess I’m getting used to it. My eyes aren’t red or puffy anymore, the damage my tears had done having healed over-night.

“It’s the way it is, my lady. Now, shower.” She pulls me to my feet and nudges me towards the shower as she walks out the room.

The shower is blissfully relaxing, but cut short as Alana hurries me on. She helps me dress and styles my hair once again.

“Water-resistant mascara this time.” She smiles sadly at me, but I find it funny and can’t help but giggle.

“Yes, that is probably a good idea!” I say, shaking my head.

She finishes off my light make-up and we move back into the bedroom.

“You won’t be eating breakfast with the brothers today I’m afraid.” I sigh with relief; eating breakfast with them isn’t the most pleasant of situations.

“Thank god.” I mutter as I admire the cream and gold dress I wear. It clings to my torso and dips to my waist in a V before dropping off in free ripples to the floor. This one had a square neckline and long sleeves which cling to my arms tightly before bursting into white ruffles at the cuffs. It was all very 17th century.

But very flattering and, yes I admit it, very pretty and elegant.

“Your schedule for the day is as follows: