Post by madascheese on Mar 2, 2007 10:27:55 GMT
This is the fist fanfic I have ever wrote about anything!! Hope it's not too shameful, criticism is always very welcome!!
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Dillan's Story – The Slow Turning
Chapter One - Last Morning at the Mansbridge Academy
Dillan awoke from her deep sleep on the leaving day at Mansbridge Academy feeling a little worse for wear, which wasn't helped greatly by Mimi's nudging her.
“Come on sleepy head!” Mimi said, smiling down at her. “Man, you slept like you'd been knocked out cold, must've been a nasty bout of food poisoning huh? You feeling better?”
“Yeah, I guess,” She replied faintly, attempting a smile. Mimi bounded out of the room whilst she tried to regain a sense of what actually happened last night. All she could remember was being in the library...and then what? There were voices behind her; they said something but she couldn't remember what. She was so tired, she felt drained and exhausted beyond belief and yet she had slept so deeply. She lifted herself out of bed with great effort, she felt so weak. “Must be the after-effects” she muttered to herself miserably as loped out of bed and began to get dressed.
She walked down the grand staircase and into the common room. The old-fashioned Victorian furniture of the room was bathed in the glorious Summer morning sunshine which was spilling onto the laughing, excited students inside. Everyone was hugging one another and chatting about their upcoming Summer vacation; Dillan didn't really want a part of it. As her parents were away for the next couple of weeks, she didn't want to hear about the fantastic vacations that her peers would be enjoying while she is stuck in boring old Mansbridge Town – it was way too close to school. She watched as everyone buzzed around the room and as Mimi came up to her.
“I'm gonna miss you!” She smiled, launching into a hug that made Dillan stumble and then laugh. She lowered her head and squeezed her room-mate; as she pulled away, she felt a sudden hunger and thirst consume her. The volume of the laughter immediately raised to a roar...the cacophony of noise around her erupted so frequently that it became hard to bear. She felt a hot tingling on her skin followed by an inexplicable feeling of faintness, but the one thing that never changed was that urge, the desire – but to do what? She saw Mimi's neck and the urge panged sharply inside her. 'What the hell is happening to me?' she thought desperately. She felt a tap on her shoulder that startled her, and suddenly the sensations stopped, just as if someone had thrown a switch. She turned bewilderedly to face Malcolm.
“See you next term,” he said as he kissed her cheek. Dillan said nothing, she simply smiled as he left with the others. She was on her own in the room when Dr Murdoch walked in.
“Are you ready for your ride home now Dillan?” he said, his characteristic kind smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” she said, distracted. “Get me out of here!” She smiled back.
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Chapter 2 - Curiouser and Curiouser...
She arrived home after a short drive with Dr Murdoch who, after helping her unload her suitcases, looked at her with a distinct smile of sympathy and bade her farewell. She lived just outside of Mansbridge town in a rather grand house that her father bought just a year ago, with elegant sweeping staircases spanning three floors and magnificent high, decorated ceilings. She loved this house – it was so quiet, so out of the way that no-one disturbed her; just the right environment for her to return to her normal self, she thought. She dumped the rucksack she was carrying by the suitcases and walked upstairs to her bedroom, stroking the bannister lovingly as she savoured having her own space. Two weeks of peace before her parents came home – exactly what she needed.
The sun was streaming through the windows of her bedroom, which was decorated with various posters of cute guys from the magazines she loved to read. She started to feel that horrible hot tingling sensation shiver over her skin again, so she closed the blinds as soon as possible and doused herself in the ensuing shadows; it felt exactly like jumping in a cool swimming pool. She felt so confused by all these new sensations, they were so non-sensical that it left her disoriented for most of the time. She presumed it must be the after-effects of the awful bout of food poisoning that had overcome her just yesterday, but something still didn't seem quite right. She resolved herself to getting some much needed rest, so she lay down on her downy, quilted bed and closed her eyes. Almost immediately, she fell asleep and began to dream...
In her mind's eye, all she could see was darkness. She began to explore and move through it; the atmosphere was so close, so full around her that she felt she had to push her way through. It was almost like swimming through treacle, but it still just felt like air.
“What does this mean?” she cried to the invisible entities she knew were surrounding her in the dark.
“Whatever you heard, or saw...” whispered a haunting, female voice into her right ear.
She spun around, flailing her arms to try and grab something. There was nothing there.
“...you never heard, you never saw,” hissed the same voice into her left ear; she then felt hot breath on the left side of her neck. She grabbed the spot that was breathed on to find that she was thrust into the common room of Mansbridge academy. It looked just as it had that very morning...except everyone was laughing. No-one was talking, just laughing; but this was the least of her concern. She had moved her hand a little further along her neck and felt two small, bumpy marks and most disturbingly, something was seeping out of them. She began to move her hand down her neck and brought it in front of her face. Her fingers were stained with blood and, more worryingly, she sensed the pungent, intoxicating smell emanating from the tips of her fingers.
The laughter rose in volume around her, not very different to the cacophony she endured briefly in the morning – except this time it was louder, so much louder and she just couldn't bear it. She ran to the door and tried to open it, but she found it locked tight; she rattled the door handle desperately attempting to gain release from this torture, but to no avail. She looked at the faces around her and they all looked so vacant, so...insignificant. None of them mattered – it was all about her now. The only other way to escape from the slowly rising levels was the window, but as soon as the sun bathed her in it's yellow light she felt a burning like never before.
She screamed until her lungs were sore and she was rooted to the spot, all the while the sun burning her slowly and the rising laughter around her threatening to drown her in excruciating physical and mental pain. More sensations soon followed...she heard a distinct, throaty thudding noise that captured her attention and a hot, salty smell that aroused her senses. The pain was intensifying rapidly now, it was almost blinding – everything slipped into varying shades of crimson and the laughter became gargled, unworldly and now they were looking at her with fear in their eyes as they laughed and laughed...
Her eyes sprung open whilst, unbeknownst to her, they faded from a blood red colour back to the regular deep blue iris. Her alarm clock flashed piercingly into her tired eyes – it was now precisely 10.18pm. 'Great,' she thought. 'I'm hardly likely to sleep now.' She walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water – if anything ever went wrong, her mother always instructed her to have a glass of water, the great remedy for any problem. She was totally wrong of course, but she thought it would make her feel better all the same. She felt so shaky on her feet after the sheer torment she experienced in her dream, all the time her mind fixated on trying desperately to grasp every detail that she could possibly remember. Considering the amount of pain she distinctly remembered feeling, she could not remember what caused it; the one thing she could remember was the voice that whispered into her ear – she recognised it, but where from? She ran the tap and filled up her glass, feeling totally entranced in her thoughts, walked vacantly into the sitting room, set the grand fireplace alight and sat down on the couch.
The warmth of the fire washed over her cold skin, it felt like sinking into a warm bath. Feeling comforted by the dancing flames in front of her and the new sense of warmth surrounding her, she focused her mind once again on remembering as much of the dream as possible. She tried and tried but it felt like she was trying to keep water in cupped hands. The voice and that phrase never eluded her though...”Whatever you heard or saw, you never heard, you never saw.” There was something extremely familiar about both the phrase and the voice that whispered it to her; the sensations she remembered whilst listening to it felt like deja vu – except this was much more potent than the faint feeling that you might have been in that situation before. She definitely knew that voice and that phrase seemed to unlock a sickly feeling in the depths of her being; she felt so cold and uneasy as the voice repeated it's simple statement over and over again in her mind. But what the hell did it all mean? She was beginning to become frustrated with the chronic lack of information she had about what was happening to her. What could she have seen? None of this was happening before the night before so what had changed? All she remembered was being in the library and then...pain. That was new. But wasn't that the food poisoning? Something inexplicable was happening to her but, she assured herself, on the off-chance that she is not going crazy, then it must have some sort of logical explanation...
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Dillan's Story – The Slow Turning
Chapter One - Last Morning at the Mansbridge Academy
Dillan awoke from her deep sleep on the leaving day at Mansbridge Academy feeling a little worse for wear, which wasn't helped greatly by Mimi's nudging her.
“Come on sleepy head!” Mimi said, smiling down at her. “Man, you slept like you'd been knocked out cold, must've been a nasty bout of food poisoning huh? You feeling better?”
“Yeah, I guess,” She replied faintly, attempting a smile. Mimi bounded out of the room whilst she tried to regain a sense of what actually happened last night. All she could remember was being in the library...and then what? There were voices behind her; they said something but she couldn't remember what. She was so tired, she felt drained and exhausted beyond belief and yet she had slept so deeply. She lifted herself out of bed with great effort, she felt so weak. “Must be the after-effects” she muttered to herself miserably as loped out of bed and began to get dressed.
She walked down the grand staircase and into the common room. The old-fashioned Victorian furniture of the room was bathed in the glorious Summer morning sunshine which was spilling onto the laughing, excited students inside. Everyone was hugging one another and chatting about their upcoming Summer vacation; Dillan didn't really want a part of it. As her parents were away for the next couple of weeks, she didn't want to hear about the fantastic vacations that her peers would be enjoying while she is stuck in boring old Mansbridge Town – it was way too close to school. She watched as everyone buzzed around the room and as Mimi came up to her.
“I'm gonna miss you!” She smiled, launching into a hug that made Dillan stumble and then laugh. She lowered her head and squeezed her room-mate; as she pulled away, she felt a sudden hunger and thirst consume her. The volume of the laughter immediately raised to a roar...the cacophony of noise around her erupted so frequently that it became hard to bear. She felt a hot tingling on her skin followed by an inexplicable feeling of faintness, but the one thing that never changed was that urge, the desire – but to do what? She saw Mimi's neck and the urge panged sharply inside her. 'What the hell is happening to me?' she thought desperately. She felt a tap on her shoulder that startled her, and suddenly the sensations stopped, just as if someone had thrown a switch. She turned bewilderedly to face Malcolm.
“See you next term,” he said as he kissed her cheek. Dillan said nothing, she simply smiled as he left with the others. She was on her own in the room when Dr Murdoch walked in.
“Are you ready for your ride home now Dillan?” he said, his characteristic kind smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” she said, distracted. “Get me out of here!” She smiled back.
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Chapter 2 - Curiouser and Curiouser...
She arrived home after a short drive with Dr Murdoch who, after helping her unload her suitcases, looked at her with a distinct smile of sympathy and bade her farewell. She lived just outside of Mansbridge town in a rather grand house that her father bought just a year ago, with elegant sweeping staircases spanning three floors and magnificent high, decorated ceilings. She loved this house – it was so quiet, so out of the way that no-one disturbed her; just the right environment for her to return to her normal self, she thought. She dumped the rucksack she was carrying by the suitcases and walked upstairs to her bedroom, stroking the bannister lovingly as she savoured having her own space. Two weeks of peace before her parents came home – exactly what she needed.
The sun was streaming through the windows of her bedroom, which was decorated with various posters of cute guys from the magazines she loved to read. She started to feel that horrible hot tingling sensation shiver over her skin again, so she closed the blinds as soon as possible and doused herself in the ensuing shadows; it felt exactly like jumping in a cool swimming pool. She felt so confused by all these new sensations, they were so non-sensical that it left her disoriented for most of the time. She presumed it must be the after-effects of the awful bout of food poisoning that had overcome her just yesterday, but something still didn't seem quite right. She resolved herself to getting some much needed rest, so she lay down on her downy, quilted bed and closed her eyes. Almost immediately, she fell asleep and began to dream...
In her mind's eye, all she could see was darkness. She began to explore and move through it; the atmosphere was so close, so full around her that she felt she had to push her way through. It was almost like swimming through treacle, but it still just felt like air.
“What does this mean?” she cried to the invisible entities she knew were surrounding her in the dark.
“Whatever you heard, or saw...” whispered a haunting, female voice into her right ear.
She spun around, flailing her arms to try and grab something. There was nothing there.
“...you never heard, you never saw,” hissed the same voice into her left ear; she then felt hot breath on the left side of her neck. She grabbed the spot that was breathed on to find that she was thrust into the common room of Mansbridge academy. It looked just as it had that very morning...except everyone was laughing. No-one was talking, just laughing; but this was the least of her concern. She had moved her hand a little further along her neck and felt two small, bumpy marks and most disturbingly, something was seeping out of them. She began to move her hand down her neck and brought it in front of her face. Her fingers were stained with blood and, more worryingly, she sensed the pungent, intoxicating smell emanating from the tips of her fingers.
The laughter rose in volume around her, not very different to the cacophony she endured briefly in the morning – except this time it was louder, so much louder and she just couldn't bear it. She ran to the door and tried to open it, but she found it locked tight; she rattled the door handle desperately attempting to gain release from this torture, but to no avail. She looked at the faces around her and they all looked so vacant, so...insignificant. None of them mattered – it was all about her now. The only other way to escape from the slowly rising levels was the window, but as soon as the sun bathed her in it's yellow light she felt a burning like never before.
She screamed until her lungs were sore and she was rooted to the spot, all the while the sun burning her slowly and the rising laughter around her threatening to drown her in excruciating physical and mental pain. More sensations soon followed...she heard a distinct, throaty thudding noise that captured her attention and a hot, salty smell that aroused her senses. The pain was intensifying rapidly now, it was almost blinding – everything slipped into varying shades of crimson and the laughter became gargled, unworldly and now they were looking at her with fear in their eyes as they laughed and laughed...
Her eyes sprung open whilst, unbeknownst to her, they faded from a blood red colour back to the regular deep blue iris. Her alarm clock flashed piercingly into her tired eyes – it was now precisely 10.18pm. 'Great,' she thought. 'I'm hardly likely to sleep now.' She walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water – if anything ever went wrong, her mother always instructed her to have a glass of water, the great remedy for any problem. She was totally wrong of course, but she thought it would make her feel better all the same. She felt so shaky on her feet after the sheer torment she experienced in her dream, all the time her mind fixated on trying desperately to grasp every detail that she could possibly remember. Considering the amount of pain she distinctly remembered feeling, she could not remember what caused it; the one thing she could remember was the voice that whispered into her ear – she recognised it, but where from? She ran the tap and filled up her glass, feeling totally entranced in her thoughts, walked vacantly into the sitting room, set the grand fireplace alight and sat down on the couch.
The warmth of the fire washed over her cold skin, it felt like sinking into a warm bath. Feeling comforted by the dancing flames in front of her and the new sense of warmth surrounding her, she focused her mind once again on remembering as much of the dream as possible. She tried and tried but it felt like she was trying to keep water in cupped hands. The voice and that phrase never eluded her though...”Whatever you heard or saw, you never heard, you never saw.” There was something extremely familiar about both the phrase and the voice that whispered it to her; the sensations she remembered whilst listening to it felt like deja vu – except this was much more potent than the faint feeling that you might have been in that situation before. She definitely knew that voice and that phrase seemed to unlock a sickly feeling in the depths of her being; she felt so cold and uneasy as the voice repeated it's simple statement over and over again in her mind. But what the hell did it all mean? She was beginning to become frustrated with the chronic lack of information she had about what was happening to her. What could she have seen? None of this was happening before the night before so what had changed? All she remembered was being in the library and then...pain. That was new. But wasn't that the food poisoning? Something inexplicable was happening to her but, she assured herself, on the off-chance that she is not going crazy, then it must have some sort of logical explanation...
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