Vain: The Missing Town - Jillian Cline (novel24 TXT) 📗

inch; she wore a white dress that came to her waist in the front and flowed behind her like a train on a wedding dress; under the dress she wore black skinny gens with high tops; the necklace she wore shimmered on her tan skin.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Vain. I’m Avalon. Welcome to the world of Unknown, it is a place of beauty and mystery, as you can tell by the name. Well if you would fallow me you would see…” Her voice was plan with just a spark of interest. As soon as I saw her I knew she hated me just by the disgust look on her face. So I stopped listening.
Chapter 6
Where do we stand? In each other’s arms or as enemies? I can’t help to think we are one, lost in each other’s hearts and souls. But when you speak of my wrong doings, our love breaks and I’m out of the trance. My anger rises and I know you feel it to. We are sworn enemies once more. As we walk towards each other, circling, moving closer; Body’s touching, heart beat’s and breath’s mingling, eye’s locked. From your eye, the light of the fire casts my shadows, and then you break. You roughly rap you arm around my waist, pulling me closer to where our body heat would dance like the flames in your eyes. Your blood thirsty for me; I dig my nails into the flesh over your heart, but you feel no pain.
You hold me tighter, making me lost of breath. The fire burns hotter and our love melts away as it did so many times before. You let out a raggedy breath and it raps around me making me rise to you. You bend down, you eyes flutter, your blood flowing down my hand and slowly onto my forearm. You say my name, but you have no love for it nor do you know its meaning. But you will. You pull me tighter, your eyes making shadows on your face. You burn, I burn. You kiss me wakening my senses, the touch magnetizing, pulling me closer. Your blood drips making a pool and falling in rhyme with our long lasting, beating hearts. Your kiss is like the moon’s lips, kiss of a flower its nectar seeping into my mouth and flowing down my throat. My eye’s close, knowing what happens next. Your tong fines mine, while your fingers tangle through my hair and settles on my neck. Drip… Drip… Drip; Drip; Drip; Drip. Faster our heart race, so does your blood. My hand snakes up your back and my arm raps around it. You breathe harder as the fire burns me.
As my love and enemy, your last drop of blood was our sand glass, our timer. Drip. With the hand that encircles my waist you pull it away and move it into the front me, in between us, where the blade slides through my ribs. Our lips part with the gasp of last breaths we have. I open my eyes to see the white fire that engulfs us both. We both fall, your fingers sliding through my hair as we do. Your beautiful wicked smiles reflex mine. My love and enemy we will meet again are my last thoughts as our body’s hit the floor, soulless.
***
I sat up in the bed I was in. After I tuned Avalon out we went to her place and I told her I needed to sleep or I would faint. She agreed and she led me into the back room where I slept.
My dream was of something big, have doing of my passed that my ancestors lived. I was drenched in my sweat and was trembling from the coldness it gave me. Why did the dream come to me? What did it have to do with me? God, I wish I knew. You do know, a voice told me. I groaned as I peeled the blankets of me and throwing my legs over the bed, standing. I walked into the bathroom that was to the left of the bedroom, walking to the sink and, with clean water, splashing it in my face.
Then Avalon called out, “Vain, come here please.” I seemed to drift out of the room, becoming the wind. Her face appeared before me in the moon light, shadows casting and shifting as if alive. They don’t seem to sleep, was my first thought. I looked at the silent night. No lights in the windows of the houses. Actually, come to think of it, it seemed like the whole town was on vacation or something. My gaze turned back to her just in time to see the curiosity in her hazel dark eyes. “Where is everybody?” I asked, looking back out the window. The light from the moon casts a glow around the branches making it shimmer, like looking in water. The blue glow seemed lost in thought just wondering around with no guide to lead the way. It was silent but the breathing of the living.
“To fully understand you haft to know the whole story,” she began, “It was a long month and I was getting everybody in trouble, as I always seem to be. Well I have a fate as we all do, and mine was to find one love and to save my life. The trouble I have caused was to save my own life, but the price cost so many lives just for one.” Her voice and gaze where speaking from afar. “I thought I was in danger,” she smiled, “and I was. The thing was Cameron stayed by my side as best as he could. When the danger was out of the way I thought I could live a normal life.” She stopped and looked at me her smile fading. “All I was doing is making it worse; and left it for another person’s fate.”
Then I caught on and said, “And that person’s fate is mine.” It wasn’t a question but an answer to the story.
***
We didn’t talk until the sun came up. Its neon colors making everything glitter and seem to make everything fly and come to life. The silence was comfortable as I sat in the crisp morning air with a cup of tea that was steaming hot that it almost burns my hands that was holding it. I stared into the cup as Avalon said, “You aren’t the only one who has a fate that was cause by me. But I have a feeling that if I didn’t start it, someone was going to make it ten time worse than I already have.” I peeled my eyes from the dark hole that was reflecting the red-orange light appearing from the tips of the trees and looked at her.
She was looking at me intensely like I could look through her and see she meant it.
I set the cup on the table in front of me then turned to her and said, “’When the sky shall fall, shall my heart tend to fail me; When the soul loses faith, shall my heart tend to fail me; When for the love that binds me to the love and enemy, shall my heart tend to fail me; When chained in the heart of the fire, shall my heart tend to fail me; But when the love for myself ends in chaos, shall not my heart tend to fail me but the truth of the fate who is to come and show me the others.’” I turned back to the window feeling lost and sad. “You don’t know what the world has in store for you, Avalon. You tend to see only the surface of things including you self. If you could look past the shimmer of your own reflection on the surface of the water, then you can see that what not you only want to see but what the world had done to twist the fates into knowing what is to be known. Instead of being your own teacher to fine the power the earth can give and let it guide you the core and soul of it all. If you succeed in that then you can fine the core in you to see that the gifts you are given is the key to the fate that will bind us all.”
The sun was high in the trees now looking like fire was set to the sky. Green on the living plants growing brighter like and emerald jewels shaped as leaves. I turned back towards her and asked where Cameron was. She said he was in the woods searching for signs for where the missing town went. “Can I go search for him? It would be good for me to see my surroundings.” She gave me a nod to go. I stood up buried in my thoughts of my dream and what had happened in the past week.
Why was everything happening to me? Why does there have to be a lot of questions, and less answers? What happened to my Twinkie in my pocket?
I looked at the houses the looked like something out of a princess fairy tale. But that’s not the spooky part; at the top of a hill was the most beautiful and horrifying castle planted at the top of the hill. I don’t know how to explain it. It was fairy tale beautiful but Adams family scary. That’s as best as I could describe it. On the right were the woods that could have anything in it. And on the left was the forest, more hot and muggy and bigger than the woods. I headed into the woods that Avalon said held the mystery and Cameron in it. I had to run down a slope to get the trees. At the opening the trees left the damp musty smell clung to me as I headed strate for it.
***
I let the sounds of the trees guide me into a clearing. The clearing was like something out of a book by the way the trees lend out tworads the sun, the way the rusle of the leaves turning at the roots of the trees. In the clearing was a floor of blue moon flowers. Their pedls were closed now but when the moon rises they will open their arms towards the sky and gleam in the moonlight while sparkling from the dew that setles on them. The color of the flower was said to be the color of Midnightblue and call to you to drink their deadly neckter.
Walking into the clearing I tried not to step on the flowers but no need to because the flowers would move out of my way to clear a path for me. So I stood in the middle of