Dydra woke up, finding herself back in the carriage of Leonard. Her heart skipped a beat.
What was she doing here? Didn't she escape? What was going on? She trembled. Her eyes caught the sight of a figure hidden in the shadows. She tried getting up, but her body was stiff. Looking at herself, she noticed she was bounded in chains
"Such beauty," she heard the lust filled voice—she shook. The figure leapt from where it sat, squishing her thin frame with his large body. His crooked yellow teeth appeared, with his fangs peeking out. Slowly, his head itched to her neck and she screamed.
"Nooooo! No no no no no! Someone help me!"
No! She wasn't going to go through this again. No! Never again! All of a sudden, her voice started to fade all she could do was move her lips, no sound left her throat. Hot tears poured out of her eyes.Where did her voice go? Why can't she hear her voice? Why can't she hear her voice?! She panicked.
Out of nowhere, she felt something grip her throat, tight. With the tears clouding her eyes, she struggled to see who it was. Through her blur, a tiny red light shown, and her ears picked up snarls. What was that? What made that sound? What is that red glow? C-could it be a vampire's eyes?
Her vision cleared and she no longer saw Leonard but Jerry. His sharp fangs peeked out his mouth, his red eyes held malice.
"Your kind needs to die! You're kind needs to die! You're kind needs to die!" He roared, with the grip on her neck getting tighter. With situations getting worse, the chains that bounded her started crawling over her body like snakes. She tried her best to let out a scream, but her voice was gone. Tears poured out her eyes with fear eveloping her heart. She head started to spin, with rings echoing in her ears and she sank into darkness.
Her eyes suddenly jolted open and she exhaled sharply. Her hands went to her throat—there was no grip. Her eyes frantically swoop around her surroundings and she noticed she was in the room Oryen took her too. What was going on? Was that all a dream? But her neck felt sore—robbing her neck—she could feel lines of fingers around them. A frown knitted on her face. If that was a dream, why was she sore at the exact place Jerry held her neck. Her heart raced and her breathing became unstable. Getting on her feet, she walked into the bath, pausing all of a sudden as she saw warm water already in the tub. She was shook. Did Oryen draw a bath for her? She left the wash room to the door, checking the knob, she noticed it was locked from the inside. Her heart skipped a beat. If it was locked from the inside, how did Oryen get in to draw a warm bath?
She scanned the room with suspicion and fear in her eyes. Was this another dream? The sweet smell of roses filled the air, earning her deep frown from her. She searched around, trying to find a flower pot or anything that had the fragrance of roses, but she found none.
Was she imagining things? Or was she just shaken from the nightmare, which felt real, because if it wasn't why would her neck have sore lines? She leaned against the door, with her heart pounding against her chest. She shut her eyes tightly.
You're just imagining this, Dydra. Perhaps something occured the previous night that she couldn't remember. Jerry, the carriage and Leonard were nightmares. It's alright anyways because she's leaving here today, she comforted herself. Exhaling sharply, she walked to the wash room, erasing anything bizarre about the place, she took off her clothes, stepping into the warm water. She took her bath in the wash room, got dressed into her black dress, of which she washed the previous day. Folded the one Oryen had offered her, placing it on the neatly arranged bed. Slipping into her boots, she tied the locket around her wrist like a bracelet. Letting her hair fall over her shouldes, she stepped out of the room, trying to find her way to the main room.
She would leave this cottage, find the nearest town, get a job, and start making a living for herself, she planned with a small smile on her lips. She was really grateful for the hospitality Oryen showed her and she'll repay it by not overstaying her welcome. Her ears caught sound of movements in the kitchen and she went there. Her gaze landed on Oryen, who had her back facing her, while slicing up vegetables. As though sensing her presence, Oryen instructed without sparing her a glance.
"Go set the table, dear."
Dydra stood there motionless. What was she to do? She has to leave soon, so she'll be able to find the nearest town before nightfall, but it seems Oryen wasn't expecting this. Should she inform her? Dydra bit her lower lips.
Sensing zero movements, Oryen turned to face Dydra. A flash of amusement passing through her eyes when it landed on the young girl.
"What are you wearing?" She asked. Dydra met the aged woman's gaze and she hesitated to speak.
"You're not planning on leaving, are you?" A brow raised. For some reason, Dydra felt guilty, avoiding the aged woman's gaze, she replied softly.
"I am leaving, Oryen. I do not want to overstay my welcome. I'm deeply grateful for the shelter, clothing and food you've provided me for these few hours."
"Mm," a light chuckle escaped the woman's lips, earning a puzzled frown from Dydra.
"May I ask what seems to be amusing?" Her voice came polite and soft, as though scared she'll utter words that could hurt Oryen.
Oryen didn't reply immediately. She came up to the girl, who was slightly taller than her. Her eyes catching sight of the slight redness and marking around her neck.
"Nightmares, huh?" She whispered loud enough for Dydra's ears to pick it up.
Her blue eyes widened with utter surprise and she backed away from the woman, who didn't seem to be offended by it. She wore a calm look, like a mother who has the knowledge of things her child was yet to know.
"What did you just say?" Dydra questioned like she didn't hear what the old lady said. Did her ears catch it right? This old lady just asked about nightmares? How did she know she had a nightmare? Was she some kind of sorcerer or witch or mind-reader?