A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, my life has been a little crazy!! Here is the rest of chapter two in Layla's point of view.
Five hours later I sat cross-legged on my
hammock-slash-bed, my lace curtain was drawn and I held the note Demetri had
given Cassie. I was watching Cassie sleep on her hammock. Zulia had given her a
dose of some kind of pain killer that had made her pass out, Kuzon had carried
her in. I refolded the paper and placed it under my pillow. I leaned my head
against the wall and closed my eyes. Almost immediately I was pulled into one
of Cassie’s memories. ¶It was a cloudy full moon night; I lifted myself onto
my elbows and found that I was lying in front of Luna’s Mansion! Dead pine needles blanketed her yard and all of the
flowers in the flower beds were wilting. The clearing around the house spanned
a half mile all the way around. A wrought iron fence surrounded the house and
clearing. A cool wind blew the few leaves left off of the trees. It wasn’t a
particularly cold night, but I felt a chill in my bones. I stood to my full
height and dusted myself off before walking up the steps. When I go into peoples’
minds and watch their memories, I become like a phantom. My physical body
appears to be sleeping or daydreaming, but my mind is able to venture out and,
if I so wish relive someone else’s past, but if not, I just watch it from the
sidelines. Entering
Luna’s Mansion was like stepping into Tara from Gone with the Wind. It was huge and old-looking. I jogged up the
steps and went down the right hallway, the direction the noise was coming from.
At the end of the hallway where two thick solid oak doors with fancy gold
handles; the entrance to The Queen’s chamber. “You
idiot!” Luna’s voice rang through the doors. Then there was the sound of metal
hitting the floor and glass breaking. I stepped through the wooden door. A
red faced, hands clenched, panting Luna stood in front of a hunched down,
fearful Cassie. She looked like she was about nine or eight years of age, her hair
was shorter but still silky and flipped out at the bottom. In front of her was
a metal food tray with spilt food and shattered dishes covering it. “Get
out! Get out of my sight while it’s good for you!” Luna snarled. Cassie stood
and bowed to Luna before running out
of the room like it would burst into flames at any moment. I followed her out,
past the stairway, down the left hallway and into a room half way down. She
closed the door and sank down against it; she pulled her knees up against her
chest and wrapped her arms around them. She placed rested her head on her arms
and began to cry. I looked around the room. There wasn’t much to be
seen, a small pallet of covers with a thin blanket, one pillow was in one
corner with a night stand and a lamp next to it. The wall across from the pallet-bed
had an open, empty closet and a tiny bathroom. That was it. “Caie?”
A little girl’s voice asked. I looked up from Cassie and found a four or maybe
five year old standing in front of the night stand. She had long dark brown
hair, tanned skin, and big brown eyes. She was wearing a faded cotton gown and
clutching a stuffed monkey to her chest. “Isabella?
I didn’t hear you get up.” Cassie lifted her head and dried her eyes. “Honey,
what’s wrong?” “You not leave me, wite?” Isabella asked; tears breaking
the surface. Cassie extended her arm to the little girl; she walked over and
curled against Cassie like a daughter would do to her mother. Cassie wrapped
her arm around the girl’s shoulders. “I
wov you, Caie.” The little girl mumbled. “I love you this much.”
Cassie pressed her thumb to her index finger in front of Isabella’s eyes. “That not vey much.” She said
quietly. “Yes it is. Because my love starts
here and ends right here.” She touched the index finger of her free hand to her
pinched thumb, made a big arch in the air and ended on the pinched index
finger. The little girl-Isabella-smiled and hugged Cassie’s waist. “I
love you that much too.” She whispered. Then everything began to turn to grey
fog as I saw Demetri walk out the small bathroom door. ¶ My eyes fluttered open and I found Cassie lying on her
hammock, but her eyes were open. A single silent tear ran over the bridge of
her nose and fell to the floor. I wanted to go over and comfort her, but I was
overly fatigued. That was the major drawback from not having enough practice. I
felt like I hadn’t slept in two weeks. (Believe me, I know the feeling.) “Butterflies
always fly away.” She mumbled her voice thick with unshed tears.
A/N: There you go. The next chapter is in Cassie's point of view. Peace!!
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