He stood up for a moment. I opened my eyes in the hope that he had changed his mind but he was just looking at me, his gaze moving along my body. Removing his t-shirt, a pale, white, toned frame was revealed, a few dark hairs on his chest. As he unclipped his belt, I just looked up towards the sky at the calm, crystal snowflakes that continued to fall gracefully down.
Out of nowhere the sound of a wolf howling was heard. At first, I thought it was the white werewolf had come back to save me, but instead of a wolf it was a human-looking silhouette heading towards us. Daniel’s eyes changed to black and his nails grew into claws. He let out his own wolf howl and then shot a look towards the shadowy figure who was gaining on us. Was this someone to save me or someone else wanting my innocence? I closed my eyes for a moment again and found I was shivering, the cold starting to get the better of me. I still had no energy to move or to try and cover myself up. The snowflakes that had fallen onto my bare flesh began to melt from my feint body heat, but the icy water they formed sent more chills through my body. I did not know how much longer I could take this. I longed for the white wolf to come back and help me. Distracted by my freezing body, I hadn’t noticed that Daniel had run away and left me in the state he’d made. I opened my eyes to see Ben kneeling down beside me. He had a very worried look on his face.
‘I am so sorry Grace, that I did not get to you quick enough. Please forgive me but I am here now to help you. Daniel has given you a poisonous kiss, that is why you could not fight him off.’ Ben placed his thick, white fur coat over me and kissed my forehead.
I suddenly woke, back at my Grandmother’s house again. I looked around the room. It was dark, so I was unsure what time it was and how long I had been asleep. I reached for the bedside light. It was a struggle for me to move as though I was still trying, struggling from being poisoned in my dream. That dream was such a strange dream but yet it felt so real. It was as if I had actually been there and that it had all actually happened. I fought my way up to a seated position, thinking back on what had happened on the route to my Grandmother’s house. I still had no idea what happened when it seemed as if Daniel was changing into something animal-like. This image must have triggered me to have had the nightmare. I thought of how Ben had come to my rescue, he saved me from freezing to death and also saving my innocence. I managed to get myself out of bed and went downstairs to make myself something to drink. I could still smell the lavender incense from earlier, that I had noticed just before I had fallen back to sleep. My Grandma loved to burn oil and incense sticks. Although I did like the scent of them, I could get overwhelmed by the smoke that carried it around a room. I was surprised that my Granddad put up with it. But perhaps the fact of his ancestors being Native American meant that he liked it too. I had read that they would light fires and infuse them with natural herbs to help cleanse their souls and rid themselves of evil. My Granddad’s father was full on Native American but sadly he never knew him, as he suddenly disappeared one day when my Great-Grandmother was heavily pregnant. She had believed that it was an evil spirit that he had feared for so long, that had finally stolen him away from this Earth and into the spirit world.
The tiled flooring in the kitchen felt warm; my Grandma must have left the heating on. I was thankful to feel warmth after having just dreamed that I had frozen half to death in the snow. I rummaged through the cupboards to see if there was any hot chocolate but found instead various herbs and tea leaves in glass jars. It baffled me as to why she kept so much of this kind of thing. Behind the jars labelled ‘mint’ and ‘rosemary’ I spotted a pink bottle with a label that said ‘For Grace’ on it. Carefully removing, the glass jar from the cupboard, I gazed at it for a moment. I opened it up, wondering what it was that my Grandmother had put aside for me and, like magic, the contents in the jar transformed into a sweet mug of hot chocolate layered with a whipped cream and marshmallows.
Woah I must still be dreaming, or my mind is playing tricks on me from my having hit my head!
Still, there was a mug of chocolate in my hands. I was so curious as to how this had happened that I took a sip. I closed my eyes as the warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth followed by a couple of the fluffy marshmallows that left a gooey residue around my lips. It was the best
