Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking, oblivious, until the shadows

behind her.

her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but

a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing

Impact.

Pain sears.

each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a

55000

monsters. And always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

up. The horrors play

I

shivering and drenched in sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me.

I force myself to swallow. Anything

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks, her voice

surprised by the question. "Just once," I rasp out,

not for a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent of emotion I can't quite

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face as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly,

to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a

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Mariel's odd behavior.

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doesn't wees to

hate

that make

my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that I realize what she's liŋoking

out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He

a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He must have taken a

his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed,

return.

trying to push

girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend.

Fevers and

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