Awakened Dreams - Shadows of Fantasy (mmff, mc, fd)
by Dreamspinner (
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This story contains content about teenagers of various ages performing
sexual acts, faeries, dream-stuff and occasionally twisted things.
This story has examples of ENTIRELY unsafe sex in it. In this day and
age, to avoid pregnancy and diseases you REALLY shouldn't screw around
without protection. But this is 100% fantasy, so I can get away with
writing about it. Just remember, it doesn't give you license to go
out and do it.
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story, please go look elsewhere. This story has a plot to it and
despite being quite sexual in nature HAS a point.
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from my own mind. They may draw occasionally on inspiration from my
own life, but in NO way are they meant to depict anyone in a perfectly
accurate fashion, nor state any opinions as to those people.
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Part 4 - Shadows of Fantasy
Walking from the classroom and smoothing out his clothes, he mentally
cooed, drinking in the contentment of what had just happened. The
fantasy of many, Vanessa Lexington, had just become a reality. And
moreover, he'd gotten his own fantasy of fucking Julie Smith as well!
The fact it had happened all in the same day was almost too much for
his mind to bear. His body however, had rather unconsciously leaned
against a nearby wall to get it's bearings. All the same, he had to
get his head screwed back on straight, he still needed to figure out
what was going on with Sarah, and what she was trying to pull.
As he pondered the sheer eroticism of what had just happened, a quiet
crash of metal outside got his attention. Rushing over to one of the
windows, he looked down to see a young woman being chased by two larger
teens. Dashing down the stairs, Alan ran full tilt at the doors,
shedding his backpack in the entrance.
The doors bursting open, Alan tore after the pair of assailants and
quickly noted that they were headed for the construction site. Pausing
at the edge of the building, his head turned to and fro, searching for
the larger men. "Hey you bitch! Get the fuck back here!", he heard.
Quickly figuring out its direction, his feet began a quick dash towards
it. Stopping at another edge of building, he looked around the corner
in utter disgust.
The building, as it had been built, created a somewhat wide alleyway
that was being used to store the parts for construction. The sight
holding Alan's disgust was the jock at the end, his hands groping over
the young woman's chest. He looked her over, a simple dark grey bra
restraining her small-ish breasts. Her long black skirt had been hiked
up around her knees, but clearly it was unwilling. The young teen girl
thrashed in the jock's stronger arms unable to free herself. The other
larger man stood not far off, watching.
"HEY! Assholes! Let her go!" The pair turned their heads, the one
still holding the girl up with ease. The empty handed one walked
closer to Alan, still remaining a few feet away. "Well well.. little
Alan Sikaro thinks he's gonna be a hero." Now the Asian boy recognized
the jerk, it was Chad Beckett! "Chad you fuck.. I swear if you don't
let her go I WILL make you regr.." Alan let out a sudden yelp of pain,
a piece of steel pipe smashing into his stomach with great force.
Just managing to turn his head, he spied one of Chad's cohorts holding
the length of metal. "Kick his ass Tommy...", ordered Chad, the
muscle-bound man advancing on the smaller boy. Dropping back into a
defensive stance, Alan tried to avail himself some order of protection
against the punches raining down on him. Thrown back against a wall,
he drew himself up to his feet shakily. Wiping the blood from the
corner of his mouth, an eerie green light passed through Alan's eyes.
"I.. have.. figgerfurbin had it with you fucking jackass bastards!
No more nibberin nice guy!", Alan spoke as if unconsciously, his body
shaking with rage.
"Ha ha.. Flanders here thinks he's gonna kick our asses." A pair of
the jocks laughed at the young man. The main assailant had since
relieved the girl of her dress, trying to force his hands into her
pants since his own were off. The emerald light intensified in Alan's
eyes, the pair of jackal-like attackers pausing in their incessant
chuckling.
Alan levelled his angry gaze at his attacker. "You... smack yourself
in the balls with that pipe as hard as you can until you pass out from
the pain." Snapping his head towards the one holding the girl, "Your
cock is on fire and you can only put it out by beating it on the wall."
Hatefully looking upon Chad, he just grinned darkly. "You however, are
paralyzed." The tall boy stopped dead in his tracks, the confidence in
his eyes transmuting into fear. In the periphery of his vision, Alan
saw the pipe-wielding man begin bashing himself between the legs. The
other dropped the girl and ran screaming towards the wall, smashing his
prick into it repeatedly.
"You've always thought you were SO fucking big. Well now you're going
to be VERY small. First, you're going to leave ALL the teams you're
on. Next, you'll tell the office what you and your friends were doing
here today. Third, you're going to do whatever it takes to find a
permanent marker and write 'I am a loser' and ten other of the worst
insults you can think of all over your face. And lastly...", Alan
paused as the hostility drained from his body, turning to face the
scared young woman. "What do you want to happen to this waste of
existence?"
"I.. I..", the girl started in a frightened whisper, "..umm, make him
strip naked and run around." Alan nodded, modifying her request just
a little. "Good idea. Chad, strip naked and run the length of the
football field twenty times. Go." Chad began shucking his clothing as
fast as possible, his feet carrying him quickly to the field as he ran
back and forth along the field.
Smirking in some dark satisfaction, Alan limped towards the girl and
looked her over. "Are you alright?", he asked, watching as she began
to replace her clothing upon her body. "I think so.", she whispered,
watching Alan. His eyes scanned her face, intentionally avoiding
looking over her body as she'd been tormented enough. Now he
remembered who she was as well, Anna LeClerc. "You're Anna right? If
you want, I can walk you home to make sure those pricks stay away."
She smiled slightly as she pulled her shirt back on. "That would be
very nice, thank you." Alan nodded and began to walk towards the
sidewalk, as if forgetting his injuries before he tripped and fell to
the ground. Wincing in pain, he looked up at the sky, the shock of
being wounded wearing off. Agony raced through his legs and torso from
the blows each part had received. "Hold still." Alan wasn't sure he'd
heard her right, since he had a hard time hearing her at all.
Even as Alan's muscles spasmed with pain, he forced his eyes open.
Struggling to focus his mind, he shifted his vision into the chimerical
realm and was shocked at what he saw. From the pale, uncertain young
woman before him came a great change. Her somewhat drab clothing was
replaced by a form fitting vermillion dress of crushed velvet. It's
small straps hanging over her shoulders, cut just above her chest held
her form well. Her somewhat pale skin grew lighter still, her tone now
that of a porcelain doll. A string of small black opals lay close to
her neck, matching the diminutive leathery bat wings springing from the
base of her shoulderblades. Channeling through her elbow length deep
brown gloves, was a soft blue energy that filled him with a curious
warmth.
A glint of light caught his eye, and as he flipped to look over, he
could have sworn he saw a great scything blade. But when his gaze
shifted towards it, he saw nothing. Alan was so transfixed by her form
as he looked back, he nearly jumped as she began to move. Leaning down
beside his ear, she whispered softly, "You'll be alright. You'll find
out what happened. Please let me sleep." And as the last word fell
from her lips, the energy ceased and Anna fell over. In panic, he
returned his sight to the real world. Just as the dreamsight faded, he
could see Anna's velvet covered form blur and become dithered against
the landscape.
As the warm feeling faded, so too did the pain. Feeling some liquid,
presumably blood on his face, he wiped it clean but was surprised not
to feel the sting of the wound. Scrambling to Anna's side he looked
down at her prone form. He paused only for an instant, studying her
features devoid of the fear her attackers had brought. His gaze swept
over every gentle curve in near-reverence of them. His mind pounding
the dire nature of the situation back into the forefront, he gently
shook her. "Anna.. wake up.. Anna?", he said in a slight panic.
Anna opened her eyes slowly, stretching slightly as though she'd been
in a long slumber. "Alan? Oh! Did I faint?" Alan blinked slowly,
his mind racing as he tried to figure what was going on. His eyes
widened as it dawned on him that she must not remember everything. "Oh,
yeah Anna. Chad and those bastards were going to hurt you, but I
managed to get them to back off."
The young woman arched a brow and half-smiled, "I have no idea what you
did, but thanks. I'm glad you're in one piece." Then as the words fell
from her lips her expression changed, showing her thoughts had shifted
as well. "Oh.. well. I better get home." She rose up and started to
walk away from the scene. "Didn't you want me to walk you home?", Alan
called out. "No, I think I need to go home and try to forget this.",
Anna replied, her voice wavering as she began walking again.
Sighing slightly, Alan headed back to reclaim his bag, no longer
focused on the moment of pure sexual pleasure he had experienced, but
that girl. What in the universe is going on? She had to have been a
Fae, like me, but different somehow. What happened to her spirit then
and why did it gray away like that? "...Ahh fuck.", Alan muttered
as he slung his backpack up over his shoulder and started for home.
The swirling forms of chimera whistled around like leaves before the
winds of autumn. A small angel-winged lion flew over and dropped a
light bamboo sword into Alan's hands. Looking in front of him, he saw
a powerful blue-skinned man with tiny horns protruding through his
midnight shaded hair. His enormous azure hands held a broadsword also
fashioned of bamboo.
Hearing the sound of airy chimes, Alan charged his physically superior
foe despite his better judgement. Lancing out the blade, he struck at
the ribs of his larger opponent. The large man let out a brief grunt
before smashing down his wood-like blade onto Alan's shoulder with an
unpleasant amount of force, knocking the boy to his knees and into
unconsciousness.
As if floating above his body, the young man watched this display with
horror in his eyes. Focusing became increasingly more difficult until
the image became akin to a mosaic blur. But in that fraction of a
second, with clarity, he could almost swear he saw Sarah's butterfly
wings attached a woman moving towards the pair.
When his eyes came back into focus, he looked around to see the
familiar sweeping mists of Vrikari's home. Sitting upon the small flat
rock was the drake, sipping a cup of tea. "Well.. I see you're
starting to remember." Alan furrowed his brow in a mix of confusion
and irritation, "What the hell are you talking about Vrikari? I don't
understand!"
"See swirl boy, s'like this.. when you Chrysalised initially, that
Sarah chick picked you up and took you under her wing. She practically
devoured all the glamour from the change, though that's pretty common
practice kid. Anyways, she kinda showed you a few things and I hid the
best I could. Thankfully she didn't see me, but she purged your memory
of the whole thing." Alan looked gravely concerned by this news, "I
don't suppose you know why, do you?"
Vrikari shook his head mournfully, "Nah kid, didn't really seem too
obvious. Only guess I've got is she doesn't want you to know what you
learned already. But uh, I can't really tell you what she made you
forget." The crease in Alan's brow deepened, anger slowly gripping his
heart. "And why the flackerin' hell not?!"
"Swirly! Chill! For criminy sakes.. just let me explain. Fact is,
even if I told you, when you woke up you wouldn't remember a damned
thing. She's used some kinda chimerical treasure on you to inhibit the
part of your human brain that's holding those memories.", Vrikari
explained as delicately as he could.
Alan launched into a tear of nearly incomprehensible profanity as that
explanation sunk in. "Fuck.", he paused, "Alright, then is there
anything you can tell me that is useful right now?" Vrikari curled his
taloned hand over his chin. "Hmmm.. not really. Just keep your eyes
open around Sarah. Don't let that Sluagh girl get too far away. Oh
and don't eat the yellow snow." The small creature chuckled openly,
the sound resonating and growing more faint as it did.
"Sluagh? But Vrikari what do you mean?", Alan asked to no avail as
consciousness devoured his dream whole.
Tearing back the sheets, Alan sat up and heaved a few lungfuls of air
through his body trying to gather his bearings. Looking around his
room, focus returned to his eyes and mind as he tried to remember all
that he'd spoken to Vrikari about. An odd feeling, like mists whirling
about his head in an attempt to hide the truth was shaken away by Alan.
Oddly, he didn't expect it to be so easy but he could remember his
conversation with the small drake with perfect clarity.
What the hell am I supposed to do now? Who or what is a Sluagh?,
Alan paused and just flopped back as it hit him. "Anna.", he said aloud
in realization. I have to get closer to her somehow, if I just knew
what made her so distant. I know that Sarah's not telling me
everything, but if I move too quickly without knowing more, it'll fail
miserably. I have no clue what's going on with Laura now, I think she's
alright. Augh, so much to consider. Alan sighed slightly as he lay
there in bed, trying to get back to sleep with little success.
Sarah stepped up the stone pathway to the small home, looking up at
it's quaint architecture. The small blue building was almost totally
featureless, save for the number 14 displayed by metal fixtures and
a well kept lawn. Ringing the doorbell, she heard it buzz loudly
inside the door followed by the running of footsteps.
A moment later, Standing in front of Sarah was a well-built, strong
chested man wearing little save a pair of shorts. "Good day, what did
you want?" Her eyes examined the built form of the man in front of her.
"I need to talk to Serena, now." She accented the last word with a bit
of authority, the servant obviously in some level of turmoil as to what
to do.
"Mistress Serena is busy right now, she said she wasn't to be
disturbed." He said uneasily, his voice wavering slightly. "Perhaps
I didn't make myself clear. I said I want to see Serena, NOW boy.
I have little care for what orders she gave you, now move." An unseen
tendril of glamour tugged at the servant's mind, his body responding
to give way to the slender-formed woman.
Stepping in with a look of distaste for her treatment, Sarah looked
around the very nicely decorated house. It seemed that the plain
exterior of the home hid a luxurious space within. Just as she
considered this fact, Sarah heard the reason why apparently Serena was
not to be disturbed, her moans accompanied by that of a man. As her
strong legs began to carry her up the stairs, she heard another male
moan, a distinctly different one. Pausing only for a moment in
confusion, she continued up the spiral staircase.
Sarah stood in the doorway, hands planted firmly on the hips of her
haughty form. Looking in, her emerald gaze swept over three entangled
forms. Serena rocked her petite body between two large well-build men.
Her small, taut ass screwed back roughly against the shaft splitting
her folds. At the same time, her pale blue eyes stared up at her lover
with a playful and pretended innocence. Serena's painted crimson lips
suckled hungrily on the prick between them. Underneath her body, her
large jutting breasts shook with each thrust from behind her.
Sarah cleared her throat loudly, capturing the attention of the carnally
involved trip. "Having fun Serena?", Sarah asked with a bemused smirk
playing over her lips. Serena pulled the cock from her mouth, her
tongue swiping the precum from her lips. "Always.", the petite woman
replied, smoothing her tousled long blonde hair.
"You don't mind if I join you, do you?", Sarah asked as she removed her
shirt, presuming an answer. Tugging the light fabric over her soft
skin, she revealed her tits, barely restrained by the black lace
underneath. Serena heaved in a breath before shaking her head. "Oh no,
not one bit." She knew full well that Sarah's version of joining in
meant dominating them all. But she also knew that fucking such a
beautiful and sexually interesting woman was a rare treat indeed.
Sarah grinned devilishly, looking at the three aroused bodies before
her. Turning slowly, she bent over to give them a lovely view as she
lowered her jeans and panties. Smiling as she heard the hushed gasps of
the young men, she invoked her Fae powers. "Slaves", she intoned with a
voice of authority, "what are your names?" "Brent.", one replied.
"Brian.", said the other.
"I see. You two seem to have quite the resemblance, I'd imagine you're
brothers by the names.", she commented. Brian nodded as he began to
explain, "Yeah. Brent and I share a lot of things, teams, booze,
girlfriends, and now we both share Serena when she calls us over."
Sarah smirked at the continued entertainment, "Well understand that
while I am here, the only thing you will share is my dominion over you."
The young men both bowed their heads. "Yes mistress, we understand.",
the spoke in unison out of an until then, unknown reflex. Serena sat
there shaking her head as she still sat there, both their shafts being
stroked by her expert hands. "Yeah yeah.. now that you've assured
their..", Serena paused as she suppressed a laugh, "..loyalty, can we
go back to what we were doing?"
"It would seem someone has forgotten who is the commoner, and who is
noble of our kin.", Sarah barked as she stared down her lesser. "Allow
me to remind you of your place." With that her emerald eyes flashed
with a short-lived light and seized Serena's attention. Striding her
alabaster form over to the covered 4-poster bed, Sarah laid down on the
soft covers.
"Alright, Brent.. Brian, does this slut have you close to cumming?",
Sarah asked with an expression that showed she had an idea in her
plotting mind. Both of them nodded, answering in turn. "Yes mistress."
This drew a nod of approval from their Sidhe lady, "Excellent. Serena
you will make them cum all over my beautiful chest and then have the
honour of cleaning it with your tongue. You'd do well to remember that
to touch a noblewoman as you do is a privlege, and a great one at that."
Despite her look of annoyance at her treatment, it quickly gave way to
the lust that burned eternally in Serena's heart. Shifting slightly,
she pointed both the teen's cockheads down at Sarah's teardrop shaped
breasts. As her delicate hands squeezed over the lengths of their
cocks, moving over the shafts with a practiced grace, Serena slinked out
her pink kittenish tongue to pleasure Brent. Craning her neck downward,
she sucked him back between her pouting lips, laving the tip of his
prick delicately before swiftly shifting to his brother.
Serena gazed upon the pair with a twisted glint in her eyes as she
watched the two young men. "Come on guys.. cum for me. You want to
watch me lick it off her tits, don't you?" Curling the flat of her
tongue along the underside of Brian's cock as she finished speaking, it
proved too much for him, his seed spraying hard down Sarah's neck and
spilling over her breasts. Seeing the response, Serena ran her tongue
in just the same way under Brent's manhood, sending his jizz spurting
over Sarah's breasts, covering them in splotches of white cream.
Wrapping her lips around their pricks and sucking hard, Serena drew a
loud moan from them and the remnants of their seed from their shafts.
Looking up hopefully at her dominator, Serena asked. "Now mistress?"
Sarah smiled mirthfully as she lay back against the soft sheets, running
her fingers through the pooled sperm to coat her fingers lightly.
Pushing the tip of her finger into her mouth, Sarah tasted the sweet,
salty mixture and nodded. With that, Serena practically tore towards
her Sidhe companion, tongue lapping greedily at the warm liquid coating
Sarah's ample chest. Humming with contentment at the taste, Serena
swabbed her tongue over the alabaster flesh until it was clean save for
her own spit. Running her hands over them, she wiped it away, taking
the opportunity to grope Sarah's tits as she drew back.
Sarah looked down with a satisfied smile on her face, her knees spread
wide around Serena's body. As Serena's gaze trailed back down the
lovely teen's body, it joined Brian and Brent's focused solely on the
apex between her thighs. Sarah smiled as she watched them, her fingers
drifting down to rub the length of her slit, drawing her moisture onto
them. "All of you stay there a moment. Serena, what were you planning
to do when I got here?"
Serena grinned lustily as she wrapped her hands around the two men's
shafts. She mused briefly at how hard they were, knowing they'd have
recovered quite well with the spectacle before them. "I'd planned to
have them fuck me at the same time." Sarah smiled. "Hmmm.. yes, I
could do to see that. You..", she intoned staring at Brent, "Come lay
down beside me." As she finished, she moved back slightly and patted
the bed. Rather eagerly, Brent walked over and lay on the soft sheets.
"Serena, get your lubricant..", the Sidhe commanded as she watched her
Satyr companion. Serena coyly made an innocent expression, backed up
by her posture. "I know you have it, now go get it." With an airy
chuckle, Serena walked over and withdrew a small tube from a wooden box
and knelt on the bed over Brent's length.
"Brian, take the lubricant and use it on yourself and Serena's ass.",
Sarah said, watching Serena's expression light up as she did. The
young woman's expression changed sharply as she felt Brian's lubricated
fingertip rubbing over her asshole and then push inside it. Looking
over the sexually charged threesome. Climbing over Brent's face, Sarah
smiled slightly, looking down as she began, "Start licking. Both of you
fuck this little slut until she screams. Serena, pleasure my breasts."
The petite teen sexpot captured Sarah's breast in her mouth, letting
her lips hungrily suck the bottom of the fleshen teardrops. Brent shot
his tongue up into Sarah's sex licking quickly over her slit as he
pushed up into Serena's. Brent moaned as he entered her, sending
vibrations up his tongue and into Sarah. Brian wasted no time at all
after Sarah's order, pushing his cockhead against the small hole until
it relaxed and consumed his prick. Serena moaned ferally around the
tender flesh as she sucked it, bucking her entire body back against the
probing lengths in her body.
Brent groaned in pleasure as Serena moved over his shaft, his tongue
twitching inside Sarah's slit. Reaching up with his hands he lightly
pulled open Sarah's labial lips and tongued deeper, his other hand
lightly circling her clit. Shuddering slightly at the new movements
below her, Sarah lifted her tits against Serena's mouth. Pounding
deeply in Serena's ass, Brian began moving even faster against her, his
body tightening and illiciting the same response from her.
The blonde pulled her lips from Sarah's tits, clenching her teeth with
a long, full moan. Throwing her entire body backward, she fucked
herself on the twin cocks buried deep inside of her. Brian knelt down
slightly and reared back his hips, pounding harder into Serena's ass.
Both Brent and Serena, spurred on by their pleasure began redoubling
their efforts on Sarah's curvaceous body.
Moans echoed through the room as the teens squirmed and writhed their
bodies against one another. Serena wailed loudly as the two men slid
deep into her, both her holes trying to squeeze the cum from them.
Brent and Brian respectively breathing hoarsely as they tried to resist
the clenching muscles around them. Sarah drew up the Sovereign energy
as the pleasure in her noble body crested. "When you feel someone cum,
you will feel the greatest sexual pleasure you've ever known."
Each of them heard the words her silvery voice spoke, drawn even deeper
into the pleasure around them. Sarah cupped her hands up under her
breasts, Serena biting her nipples softly as Brent worked his tongue
in a frenzy over her clit. The tension rising in her body, Sarah let
out a long, breathy moan as her honey flowed over Brent's tongue. In
a wave of pure ecstacy, he shot his load deep into Serena's waiting
depths for five or six seconds straight.
As Brent's cum flowed freely inside her, Serena let out a long wail that
filled the house, her pussy and ass spasming around the cocks impaling
her. Brian joined the group in their joy as Serena's ass milked the
warm liquid from his cock, oozing deeply into her ass.
Slowly, the group began to distangle. The brothers withdrew from
Serena's body and stood up. The petite teen herself lay on the sheets,
catching her breath as she wiped a light sheen of sweat from her
forehead. Despite being that tired, the young nymphette plunged her
fingers deep inside of her pussy and slipped around. Gathering some of
the sex cream on her fingers, Serena withdrew them and sucked at the
cum hungrily. Sarah watched them all with a bit of amusement, enjoying
the aftereffects of her orgasm. Rather matter of factly, she gave
Serena a look to indicate she needed a word with her.
Serena smiled at her two man servants, fingering her slit to coat them
again. She waved her cum coated fingers dismissively at the pair. "Go
on you two. I'll be along later.", she said mischieveously, the lust
already glinting in her eyes anew. Sarah watched her with a slight
shake of the head. "Only you would use your.. devotees for such menial
tasks all the time." Serena looked over at her Sidhe friend with an
amused grin, licking the juices from her fingers before speaking. "You
have your ways, I have mine. And knowing your ways, I'm betting this
visit wasn't just about pleasure. But mmm..", Serena paused as she
purred seductively, "..you know I love the pleasure."
Sarah rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Yes, I'm shocked really. And yes
you're right, I am here on business at least partially..", she uttered
as her lips nipped gently on Serena's ear, "..I need you to keep an eye
on someone, find out what they're up to. And perhaps, ensure a little
loyalty with your talents. I can provide ample payment." She said,
arching her back, pushing her chest out as if to accent the point.
"Oooh... payment in sexual favours AND money.", Serena gushed as her
hands roamed freely over the offered skin, "..So, who am I keeping an
eye on?"
Alan sat quietly in his mathematics class, looking over the trinomial
equations distastefully. He occasionally scrawled a few numbers down
if only to give the illusion that he was working, his mind elsewhere.
He couldn't help but let his mind rest squarely on the two Fae he'd
come across already. On the one hand he had Sarah, the one who had
been at least somewhat open with him. On the other hand, it was
painfully obvious she was hiding something that was awfully important
as well.
Even so, he couldn't get his mind off of Anna to save his life. There
was something about her which seemed to grab his attention. When he'd
seen her around before, she always seemed to be a little depressed.
Oddly enough, she'd seemed somehow serene just before she dithered out.
But, he couldn't debate that right afterwards she was even more dismal
than before.
Alan sighed briefly as he stirred himself from his thought, forcing the
lead to the page to scrawl another number down. Like music to his ears,
the usually irritating bell freed him from the class. Hastily picking
up his belongings he trudged out and leaned against the wall, letting
his classmates pass. Taking a few deep breaths, Alan tried to calm
himself knowing he at least had his lunch period to rest.
As he turned and began to walk towards the cafeteria to eat, he was
greeted by the sight of a changed Anna. He scarcely recognized her
without her black make-up around her eyes or dark lipstick. Her mostly
black motif had been replaced by a simple purple shirt and a pair of
jeans. She walked with a few other girls, smiling and nodding but it
wasn't hard to the smile was insincere. Even so, the others just
prattled on and ignored the expression.
He felt something tug inside of him, a feeling of complete and utter
pity. Resisting the urge to go and talk to her, knowing how awkward it
would be, Alan turned towards the stairwell and forced his thoughts to
lunch. Heading through the blue doors, the scent of the cafeteria food
flooded his senses. For an instant he almost felt some sense of
comfort, but just as he turned the last flight of stairs, a hand gripped
at his arm and pulled.
Alan reared back his fist in reflex and then stopped dead as he saw
Laura standing in front of him. "Alan!", she quipped, "It's me, calm
down. You look like you're afraid for your life or something." He
just sighed as he lowered his arm to his side. "It's been a long
couple of days Laura, that's all. What'd you need?"
"Well, it's about the study session we had last week. All I remember
is looking over physics for like an hour. There's a few hours missing
in there and I just thought it was kinda weird." Alan cursed himself,
realizing he'd forgot that she'd have a memory gap. "I see, well I
don't think you were into the hemlock again, were you?", he joked as
he attempted to pass it off. "No, Alan, I'm serious here. The only
thing I can think about is this urge to do this.."
As the words fell from her lips, she practically jammed them against
Alan's. As she sandwiched him between her body and the wall, her lips
seized his before a protest could even be uttered. He pulled back and
shook his head slightly. "Whoa! Laura, where's this coming from?"
Laura stepped back, looking a bit shocked herself. "I.. I'm not sure.
That's why I wanted to have lunch with you and maybe talk it over."
Alan nodded slowly and began walking back towards the door to the
hallway. An instant later he felt Laura's arm around his waist, her
body curled against his side. He squirmed slightly uncomfortably, the
movement seeming totally lost on his enarmoured companion. "Umm, Laura
could you let go for a second?"
The young woman screwed up her face, the disappointment obvious on her
features. But with a brief nod, she released her hold on Alan and drew
back slightly. Standing there, massaging his temples, Alan began to
consider how exactly he'd gotten himself into this mess. Believing
that it would perhaps be a very good idea for now, he reached behind his
neck and removed the Pendant of Sovereign, tugging it from his shirt.
"That.. that necklace. I remember that..", Laura said quietly, eyes
flitting over it with obvious interest. "Erm, yes. It's a long story
Laura, but why don't we have lunch outside?"
After silently moving through the lines of the food concession in the
cafeteria, Alan stood and waited for Laura at their end. Looking over
her pale form, she saw she carried herself somewhat differently. Her
eyes were slightly more downward cast, her entire posture seeming a
little more submissive than the day before. As the thoughts of worry
crept into Alan's mind, it raced with paranoia, afraid of what might
happen if Laura remembered what happened.
"Alan!", the young asian man heard as a hand clapped his shoulder,
shaking him from his thoughts. His eyes focused back into reality and
looked up to see Craig. "Oh hey man, what's up?", he said as a smile
forced it's way onto his lips. "I could ask you the same thing, looks
like you're thinkin' something life or death over here. It's only
lunch, the cafeteria food isn't that bad." Alan chuckled briefly as
his best friend broke the tension in his own mind. "Ha, yeah well, it's
cool man. Listen, I gotta have a chat with Laura, can we catch up a
little later?" Craig nudged Alan's side with his elbow. "Yeah, gettin'
a little friendly with her now are ya?" Alan shook his head, "Y'know,
I'm not sure if I want to anymore. It's a long story." Craig eyed his
friend with a surprised expression. "Heh, yeah whatever. Sometimes I
don't know how to make heads or tails out of you man." They both
laughed heartily as Laura made her way out of the cashier's line.
"Ready to go?", she inquired. Alan only nodded an affirmative and
headed for the cafeteria door, holding it open for his female companion.
As the pair headed out towards a small patch of trees on the open
field of Parkside High, Alan spied a grouping of larger men by the
school's side. It was one of Chad's friends trying to explain
everything they'd done the day before. Alan smirked in satisfaction,
Alright, so maybe not all of this Sovereign control will turn out
so badly after all.
Sweet merciful crap! Only 6 months later and chapter 4 is done. To
those of you still loyally reading from almost a year ago, I thank you
a great deal for your patience. Between personal life, creativity
drought and a lot of other little things, it's been hard. If you want
to know what, I may in fact put it up on my website.
But, I believe that I am now back and as you can see, Alan has some
problems on his hands. What exactly is going on with Anna? What does
Sarah have to hide? And why after shunning him, is Laura now acting
this way with Alan? Welcome back to the story, I hope you stick around
to find out.
Again, if you have comments, questions or suggestions even.. please
write me at: [email protected]
