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

across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my

behind her.

away as she

shifts, and we're on a plane, Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The world outside the windows is a blur of sky and

Impact.

rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand. slips

last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood.

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always, I'm helpless to

watch as she suffers.

escape. I can't wake up. The horrors

finally, mercifully, I do

heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding

but I force

torment.

has the Master fed from you?" she asks,

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

not for a single feeding." There's something

you

mutters, "He must favor y

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

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mast but

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's

want is to curl

ere will die

mure endle

she doesn't wees to care about my discomfort.

hate

detach that make

doing. Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that

my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only

looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He

that. The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile rise in my throat,

return.

to push the

stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you

Fevers and

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