Ebony Wings: Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Theresa

Theresa opened her eyes to complete darkness. What made it worse was that Christopher wasn't beside her, she felt around for him but her hands came up empty.

She was too annoyed to care about the darkness around her. Where'd he go?

She sat up and looked across the room to the other bed in the room. A figure was sprawled on it.

The panic started creeping in for a moment so instead of laying down she ran up towards the light switch and switched on the light. She sighed and relaxed as the light chased away the darkness.

Christopher was laying on the other bed, still bandaged and asleep. He was shivering, rocking back and forth, tossing and turning.

Something wasn't right. His black wings that his soul manifested as weren't wings anymore. They resembled multiple pointed straight lines, each one pulsing and trashing around like crazy.

Was he shivering because he was cold? Theresa walked over to him, pulling the covers up to his neck.

Was he sick? Theresa touched his forehead. Nope, no fever. What was wrong with him?

Theresa sat down beside him on the bed. She pushed a lock of his hair aside, caressing his cheek.

Christopher reached for his hand and laced her fingers between his.

He didn't move-

"I wonder what Alder would think about this dress."

The voice that came Theresa's mouth wasn't hers. Heck, the body that wasn't hers.

The girl that Theresa saw in the mirror wasn't Theresa. The girl was still blond but her hair was more gold in comparison to Theresa's white blond.

Her eyes were light brown and almond shaped. They way they looked at things; it was as if she considered everything else to be not worth her attention.

The dress of her was stunning though. Brown to match her eyes,highlighted with turqoise trimmings. The skirt reached down to her ankles and was decorated with the pleats of the same turqoise colour. The dress left her shoulders bare, though her arms were covered with sleeves of the same material as the dress.

The girl twirled around, watching the skirt spin out around her. "It seems pleasant enough."

'What are you talking about it's beautiful!' Theresa thought out loud.

The girl stepped away from the mirror, putting her hand to her hips. The dress hugged her body beautifully, slender waist and wide hips. She was flat chested though, that needed a bit more work.

"Laura?" A door opened behind her. "I'm sorry to intrude but I believe the young lord awaits."

"I'll be right there." The girl, Laura, frowned as the servant closed the door. She straightened her long blond hair and smoothed out her dress before turning and leaving the door.

Okay, slow reaction, but what the heck? What was going on? Was Theresa having another dream? Or-maybe was this a vision?

The mansion on the other side of the door was right out of a fairytale. A ballroom, a frikkin ballroom.

If this was a dream and this whole thing was something her imagination had cooked up; she needed to give it a raise.

(WIP)