Trapped in void

Lyanna

 It's been two weeks since Lucien last came over to my place asking me to go back to work. I talked to Irene about him, who as usual kept squealing and jumping all over the place.

 Ugh.

 She tried talking me into going back, but I disagreed. There's no way I'm going back there, I have had enough already.

 "It's just been a few days, just give him some more time Lyanna. He will come around, I'm sure of that."

 Oh well, typical Irene, always trying to find the good in others. Well Mr. Pretty face doesn't have any good left in him.

 I am now working at a small cafe shop not so far from my house. At least, this doesn't require a lot of reading emails and typing documents.

Whew.

"Lyanna, there's a table left!" I hear Riri scream from the counter.

I wipe my forehead, and hurriedly grab the last cup of coffee, put it on a tray, and trudge over to the table that is left.

"Last order of the day. Thank you God."

I drag myself back to the other side of the counter, slumping on the chair behind Riri.

Riri is a petite red head faery who just goes about her day without any care in the world. Probably because she lives with her parents. (She once told me her family was banned just because they didn't attend the Luminara, and were considered rebels.)

One inconsiderate harsh king we got. No wonder father always made us go.

"You have done well for today. Who knows, maybe next time the boss would finally notice your hard work?" She shrugs, typing furiously away at the computer.

I don't reply, I just sit there, letting my head spin uncontrollably.

"It's time to go home Lyanna," I hear her voice again after a few minutes, "You have done enough for today," she ruffles my hair, causing me to slightly open my eyes.

"Have we closed already?" I groan, rubbing my face.

She laughs, "Obviously. We are the only ones here, besides it's already getting dark. We have to leave."

I sigh deeply, forcing myself to stand up, "Thanks Riri."

She nods.

"Okay go on now."

I stretch before making my way to the door, my eyes burning furiously.

Jeez, I really need a bath, and a very good sleep.

It's already dark by the time I'm a few blocks away from the cafe shop. Save for the lights that are constantly everywhere, I'm sure I would have wrecked myself countless times. I'm just fond of leaving the shop when everyone else is gone.

"Some noodles would do. I'm so not in the mood for cooking," I mumble as I keep on dragging myself forward.

Today feels so odd for me because I'm so tired I can barely carry myself from one point to another. I look at the road ahead of me.

There are a lot of drunk teenagers perching at the sidewalks– as usual. Some adults my age, walk arm in arm to the bars all around the place, and some werewolves making out by some trees.

Ugh.

The overwhelming presence of these people, and the distance to my house is just too much for me. So I decide to take a quicker route.

A dark, shortcut.

It's the fastest way to my place, but it's so oddly quiet and I feel there are some rogues lurking around the place.

"I don't have a choice," I shrug.

So I swerve to my right, the shortcut that I am meant to take.

As I venture farther into the heart of the pathway, I feel eyes watching me.

Not that I am worried or something, I always feel that way whenever I walk through this place, (which I rarely do), but today, it's different. Way different.

I pause in my tracks as I look around for any sign of someone watching me, but I can't see anyone.

Shrugging, I continue my journey. Soon, I'll be in the comfort of my room.

As I continue, the presence grows stronger, and more overwhelming, more like someone- or something is following me, which is very odd.

I spin on my heels, ready to attack whatever it is, "Who are you? Come out or else.."

I flick my hands, and the broken lights come on. My eyes scan the place frantically, my brows knitted together in anticipation, "You can come out, bitch. I'm not scared of you."

That's a lie.

My insides are all jittery from worry, and fear. My knees knock together, but I try to find my stance. The prey can't feed on my fear.

Probably, you are just being paranoid.

"Am I?" I straighten myself, "Maybe I am." I sigh deeply, tucking my hands into the pocket of my hoodie.

With the lights now on, I can walk back home in peace without the fear of anything or anyone following me.

With slumped shoulders, I continue walking, my heart free from any kind of worry.

Then–

Something moves in the shadows, catching my peripheral vision.

This time I don't pause, rather I quicken my pace. I'm done being around here.

Then it emerges from the side.

A wolf. A fricking, huge wolf!

My blood runs cold.

It stoops low as if it's watching it's prey, waiting for the time it should strike.

What should I do? Would my magic work on him?

"Sparkle dust!" I flicker my thumbs and middle fingers, a small trail of purple dust trailing out of my fingers.

Sparkle dust is often used when we want to confuse the enemy, call it a a form of pepper spray.

The trail of dust lands on the shiny black fur of the wolf, causing it to gnash its teeth, stamping the ground.

It was supposed to land on the eyes! Oh fuck it!

"Didn't I get the spell right?" I blink in confusion.

The wolf in front of me shakes the dust off its fur, the dust spraying the air like fine sand.

That's it Lyanna. Run for your small life!

I take to my heels, my heart thudding against my rib cage.

Too bad for me, my bloodline doesn't have wings! Curse those people!

I keep on running, frantically searching my brain for a speed enhancement spell, but my head is already clogged with a log.

I hear the maddening thuds of the wolf, shaking the ground with such a force its hard for me to run.

"Think Lyanna!" I whimper, running as fast as I can, still trying to fish out the spell.

The roars of the wolf are now painfully closer to me than before.

I make a mistake of looking back to the see the wolf already catching up to me.

Who the hell unleashed a god-damned wolf in the streets?!

I'm already running out of breath, the spell still foggy in my brain. My legs scream for a break, my lungs crying for air.

Then, boom, I am knocked down with a brute force sending me flying across the air.

As soon as I reach the ground, I see the wolf towering over me.

"What do you–"

It lowers it head, sinking its fangs into my neck.

A blood curling screams escapes my lips, suddenly turning into the scream of a dying man.

Blood spews, butterflies are hovering over my head, there's a loud cackle and –

"Ahhh!" I jerk up on the bed to the sound of Irene screaming my name.

It was a dream?!