Night and blood - chapter 2
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Night and Blood
Beta: hurdygurdygirl
Night and blood - chapter 2
Driving through the dark streets of the already sleeping city, Andy felt tired. Fortunately her work efforts would be rewarded, considering that she would finish the report she was writing with Alice in the next week. She had insisted on finishing the job alone, because she knew that her friend became distressed when work prevented her from giving due attention to her family. Andy had no family, no one waiting at home. For her, working late was a good way to forget the pain caused by the end of the last relationship and the fact that every day she felt more and more alone. She also wanted to be as tired as possible, hoping for dreamless sleep. She read once that disturbing dreams could be caused by depression and knew that her condition could affect her judgment. Nevertheless, she did not know how to deal with the nightmares that were becoming increasingly frequent. She took pills, sought professional help, but nobody seemed able to give a satisfactory answer to her problem.
Her former partner, with whom she had lived for three years used to joke about her dreams, saying she was jealous of the woman who visited her as often. Over time, the dreams became more distressing, with feelings of fear and loss, until it finally became a nightmare. The mysterious and faceless silver haired woman disappeared and instead of her soothing presence Andy was faced with violence and death. Nightmares plagued her nights and she rarely sleep peacefully. The worst was that she never managed to have clear memories of those dreams and all images seemed to be locked up on her unconscious. She noticed that sometimes, especially on nights when she was very tired, she did not dream. Since she realized this, she eagerly sought jobs that would take her to mental exhaustion. The work was a good alternative. When she got home, she ate little, took a quick shower and lay down. The fatigue made her sleep almost immediately, without noticing the presence in her bedroom.
...
Miranda stood motionless for awhile after the woman left. She felt like marble, cold and rigid, unable to move, contemplating the knowledge that the woman was responsible for her state. During her life, she had heard of people so similar to each other that could even be confused by those who love them. But that was astounding. The woman who she had just seen was an identical copy of another woman, someone Miranda could swear that she would never see again. The similarities were not just physical. Her voice! God, that voice frizzed every single strand of her hair. Miranda tried to think clearly, seeking for an answer to the puzzle. Maybe her senses were playing tricks on her brain. Maybe she was weak and tired tonight, thinking so much of her past that she had projected a mental image in a complete stranger.
She decides to seek answers and jumps with grace, chasing the vehicle. Moving at great speed, she avoids human eyes. She crosses the city close behind the car until the young woman parks in front of a building. Miranda watches her while she opens the doors, already thinking of ways of observe without being noticed. After a few minutes she sees the lights of the apartment, identifying the correct window. Carefully she climbs the wall until she finds a balcony where she can hide while observes. She hears the woman's movements and sees through double glass doors, when Andrea enters her bedroom without turning on the lights. Miranda could see her silhouette and her movements but was unable to discern the contours of her face. She watches as the woman undresses and was taken aback by desire when she sees the beautiful woman's body. The stranger was gorgeous. Miranda focuses because she knew where her desire could take her. She had satisfied her needs earlier so she could control her appetite with a certain tranquility.
The young woman looks tired as she lies down into her cushions, falling asleep almost immediately. When Miranda hears the regular breathing that indicates the girl slept, she walks into the room approaching the bed. What she sees blurs her vision, confusing her senses. The woman sleeping peacefully in front of her was a perfect copy of Madeleine. Not her Madeleine but a modern version of the same woman who had entered in the depths of her heart when she was still human, taking the best part of her life to the grave.
Miranda felt like she would collapse, she wanted to scream, laugh and cry, but stood motionless, watching every contour of her face, every nuance of that body. She observes while breath moves the body lying in bed and the gentle movement of eyelids indicates restful sleep. Miranda remained motionless, looking like a statue beside the bed, seeking explanations for that similarity.
She was completely shocked. She was a practical creature and even when she was alive, she did not believe in life after death, either in reincarnation. In spite of that she could not help but wonder how such similarity could be possible. She feels the urge of explain the situation, thinking that maybe the girl was a distant relative of Madeleine? Could it be possible that genetic correspondence linked her dead beloved and this creature in front of her? She remains beside the narrow bed, drinking in the beautiful sight. She was so fascinated, that she lost track of the time, until a sound escapes the lips of the young woman. The eyelids movement became frantic, as if the girl was dreaming. She began moving her head as if in a terrible nightmare. Miranda realizes she emitted sounds, speaking in her sleep. Attempting to identify the words she moves closer and what she hears almost makes her loose her senses. From Andrea's lips she hears four unbelievable words.
"No! Miranda, help me! "
TBC
Night and Blood
Beta: hurdygurdygirl
Night and blood - chapter 2
Driving through the dark streets of the already sleeping city, Andy felt tired. Fortunately her work efforts would be rewarded, considering that she would finish the report she was writing with Alice in the next week. She had insisted on finishing the job alone, because she knew that her friend became distressed when work prevented her from giving due attention to her family. Andy had no family, no one waiting at home. For her, working late was a good way to forget the pain caused by the end of the last relationship and the fact that every day she felt more and more alone. She also wanted to be as tired as possible, hoping for dreamless sleep. She read once that disturbing dreams could be caused by depression and knew that her condition could affect her judgment. Nevertheless, she did not know how to deal with the nightmares that were becoming increasingly frequent. She took pills, sought professional help, but nobody seemed able to give a satisfactory answer to her problem.
Her former partner, with whom she had lived for three years used to joke about her dreams, saying she was jealous of the woman who visited her as often. Over time, the dreams became more distressing, with feelings of fear and loss, until it finally became a nightmare. The mysterious and faceless silver haired woman disappeared and instead of her soothing presence Andy was faced with violence and death. Nightmares plagued her nights and she rarely sleep peacefully. The worst was that she never managed to have clear memories of those dreams and all images seemed to be locked up on her unconscious. She noticed that sometimes, especially on nights when she was very tired, she did not dream. Since she realized this, she eagerly sought jobs that would take her to mental exhaustion. The work was a good alternative. When she got home, she ate little, took a quick shower and lay down. The fatigue made her sleep almost immediately, without noticing the presence in her bedroom.
...
Miranda stood motionless for awhile after the woman left. She felt like marble, cold and rigid, unable to move, contemplating the knowledge that the woman was responsible for her state. During her life, she had heard of people so similar to each other that could even be confused by those who love them. But that was astounding. The woman who she had just seen was an identical copy of another woman, someone Miranda could swear that she would never see again. The similarities were not just physical. Her voice! God, that voice frizzed every single strand of her hair. Miranda tried to think clearly, seeking for an answer to the puzzle. Maybe her senses were playing tricks on her brain. Maybe she was weak and tired tonight, thinking so much of her past that she had projected a mental image in a complete stranger.
She decides to seek answers and jumps with grace, chasing the vehicle. Moving at great speed, she avoids human eyes. She crosses the city close behind the car until the young woman parks in front of a building. Miranda watches her while she opens the doors, already thinking of ways of observe without being noticed. After a few minutes she sees the lights of the apartment, identifying the correct window. Carefully she climbs the wall until she finds a balcony where she can hide while observes. She hears the woman's movements and sees through double glass doors, when Andrea enters her bedroom without turning on the lights. Miranda could see her silhouette and her movements but was unable to discern the contours of her face. She watches as the woman undresses and was taken aback by desire when she sees the beautiful woman's body. The stranger was gorgeous. Miranda focuses because she knew where her desire could take her. She had satisfied her needs earlier so she could control her appetite with a certain tranquility.
The young woman looks tired as she lies down into her cushions, falling asleep almost immediately. When Miranda hears the regular breathing that indicates the girl slept, she walks into the room approaching the bed. What she sees blurs her vision, confusing her senses. The woman sleeping peacefully in front of her was a perfect copy of Madeleine. Not her Madeleine but a modern version of the same woman who had entered in the depths of her heart when she was still human, taking the best part of her life to the grave.
Miranda felt like she would collapse, she wanted to scream, laugh and cry, but stood motionless, watching every contour of her face, every nuance of that body. She observes while breath moves the body lying in bed and the gentle movement of eyelids indicates restful sleep. Miranda remained motionless, looking like a statue beside the bed, seeking explanations for that similarity.
She was completely shocked. She was a practical creature and even when she was alive, she did not believe in life after death, either in reincarnation. In spite of that she could not help but wonder how such similarity could be possible. She feels the urge of explain the situation, thinking that maybe the girl was a distant relative of Madeleine? Could it be possible that genetic correspondence linked her dead beloved and this creature in front of her? She remains beside the narrow bed, drinking in the beautiful sight. She was so fascinated, that she lost track of the time, until a sound escapes the lips of the young woman. The eyelids movement became frantic, as if the girl was dreaming. She began moving her head as if in a terrible nightmare. Miranda realizes she emitted sounds, speaking in her sleep. Attempting to identify the words she moves closer and what she hears almost makes her loose her senses. From Andrea's lips she hears four unbelievable words.
"No! Miranda, help me! "
TBC