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Still squinting, I edge closer, towards the source of the voice This feels wrong, like it's a trap But I can't back away fro else It's a girl's voice and I think I knohose it is
Move, pale arht of the moon Dozens of tiny snakes hiss and slither I cry out with fear and slaattacks Lowering my arhbouring trees The snakes were vines, blowing in the wind
I feel sick but I force a weak chuckle, then slide around the tree in search of the person who called to me
I'e of a pond I frown at it I know this forest and there should be no pond here But there it lies regardless, the full moon reflected in its still surface I' a nasty copper-like taste I crouch to drink fro my head to the water like a wolf
I see my face in the mirror-like water before I drink Blood everywhere, caked into my flesh and hair My eyes widen and fill with fear Not because of the blood, but because I can see the shadow of somebody behind me
I start to turn, but it's too late The girl pushes ag I try to fight but the girl is strong She holds s fill The coppery taste is still there and I realise, as I blink with horrified fascination, that the pond is actually a pool of blood
As hs shrilly as I draw a hasty, terrified breath "You alere a useless coward, Grubitsch," she sneers
"Gret?" I ht you were dead"
"No," she croaks, eyes narrowing and snout lengthening "You are"
I weep as her face transforms into that of a mutant wolf I want to run or hit her, but I can only sit and stare Then, as the transformation ends, she opens her s fasten around my throat She bites
I wake choking I want to screaination Gret's teeth are locked around my throat I lash out at my dead sister, still half in the dream world When my arm fails to connect, I rub at ht around me
Groaning softly, I sit up and danglemy face with my hands, I recall the worst parts of the drea to sleep again tonight I know frohtmares will be even worse if I do
I pause in the doorway of the bathroo in the shadows If I turn on the light, they'll attack I know it's ridiculous, a ripple froer tre to press
"The hell with it," I finally sigh, stepping forward Letting o about my business in the dark