Super Natural??.... What?

Chapter 13- Anxiety and Spells.

  Like i said had a bit of writers block on how to continue, but i hope you enjoy this chapter :) Bit of Harry, Cait romance. Hehehe

"Cait...Cait... Cait.... You've failed.... You never thought you'd be able to do this did you? You're far too weak." The queen smiled her usual evil smile and let out a high-pitched laugh. "And I said you'd pay for your mistakes." She began to walk over to me and evil stare projecting from her cold emerald eyes. Her fingers twitched and a dagger sharp as could be appeared in her hand. My eyes widened and suddenly the room’s lights began to dim. As if on cue 6 arches appeared in the walls of the room and I began to run in one direction towards a light filled opening. I heard her evil laugh behind me and turned to look back seeing nothing there. The hole in which I had run through was suddenly not there. I sighed in relief and turned around. My eyes met her cold emerald ones and she smirked, "Thought you could run away from me?" Once again her high pitched evil laugh met my ears, "You were wrong." I stood in terror and suddenly remembered why I had been running in the first place I looked down at her pale hands and saw the sharp glinting knife. In one swift move the knife moved and I felt pain spread my lower top half.............

        I awoke with a sudden start and jolted upward gasping for air. I felt Harry's body stir and he sat up, "CAIT! You’re okay, shhh, you're okay it was just a dream, just a dream." I felt his arms snake around my waist and he pulled me in for a hug. I grabbed his arm and breathed in through my nose releasing through my mouth, taking in my surroundings and realizing it was just another nightmare. I sighed, knowing I had awoken Harry up.... again. Luckily it was morning and not the middle of the night when they'd usually have me panting and waking poor Harry up. He was real sweet about it though and would simply nod and pull me in for a hug letting me know it was fine and that nothing could happen to me, he was protecting me. 

        For the past three days after the queen’s visit I’d have these terrors. If they didn't wake me up they'd have me thrashing around in my sleep. Her snake-like voice, eerie and dark would echo in my head, 'One mistake and I will see to it that you're killed'. If it wasn't my terrors it'd be my nerves making me vent every night. Many times in the past few days I had suggested me sleeping elsewhere, so I wouldn't wake him, but Harry wouldn't hear it claiming my stupid nightmares and sleep talking didn't bother him, "Cait, calm down, it's fine, I care about you and rather you are next to me when they happen," he'd say. He was such a sweet heart and it made me feel a little better, but I still felt the guilt of keeping and waking up the poor guy.

        Knowing she'd be at my testing scared the heck out of me and I was a wreck. I was only eating a meal a day (much to Izzy and Niall's disapproving) as I was busy for hours studying the spells and practicing multiple times. When I finally did go to sleep I would thrash around in nerves and vent or scream my head off because of nightmares....        

        After Harry had comforted me we went downstairs. While going down I could notice Harry was tired and it added to the never-ending pit of guilt I felt. I sighed and walked into the kitchen where Louis and Niall were throwing things at each other laughing care-free. I felt a bit of annoyance at how stress-free they were when I was constantly nervous and stressing on the up-coming test and how I was only half-way through the green book, of basic spells Zayn gave me. Izzy and Liam were seated on the counter eating toasts Izzy cheering the boys on, "Louis throw the book at him!" Liam on the other hand immediately noticed us walk in.

        "Hey you guys look tired, what's up?" His question face turned into a smirk and I shook my head at his little thought.

"No you idiot. It's my stupid nightmares making me wake up screaming and then Harry wakes up too." Louis suddenly joined in on the conversation.