"Tell her as much as you can that you love her, you never know when you're going to lose her."
Fae. Fae honey, it's me a voice cooed out to me. I swallowed hard as I slowly turned on my heel, to come face to face with a beautiful woman. She had feathery black hair that stopped at the middle of her neck in length, and dark, black eyes that brightened in the sunlight, just like mine. She had a soft face, and a long, flowing black dress that went all the way down to the floor.
"Who are you?" I asked her with a shaky voice. The woman just smiled before I heard the voice again.
Your mother. The voice was gentle, sweet, smooth. I assumed it was the woman's in front of me, yet, her mouth never moved. Her lips stayed in a curved grin. My eyebrows narrowed together over my eyes and my head slightly tilted.
"My mother is dead." I said softly. "And how did you do that?"
I got no reply of voice, but the woman's grin fell, and she shook her head. I started to smell smoke as the bottom of her dress started to catch on fire. I screamed and frantically waved my hands around, but I couldn't move my feet.
Ma fille, I' heure est proche. Voir ce est ne pas croire, croire ce est voir. Bientôt! This is a warning, moe ange!
"What?" I exclaimed as the fire continued to devour her whole. I felt wet, warm liquid roll down my face as I let out another scream. "No! Please!" I cried.
"Remember!" The woman cried out to me before a piercing scream escaped her cherry red lips, and the burning flames took everything from my sight. Only leaving the lingering scent of burning twigs and brush.
I shot out of bed with a layer of cold sweat gathered on my forehead as I panted heavily. Red wasn't next to me, but the light to my bathroom was on, and I knew she was the shower. Red doesn't know about my nightmares either, and there's only one person who does.
I scurried to grab my phone and jabbed my phone on the numbers until I had her number dialed, and I pressed the cell to my ear. It rang twice before she answered.
"Hello?" Her voice was groggily, so I knew my phone call woke her up.
"Mary Margaret, can you meet me at Starbucks diner? I have to tell you something." I rushed into the mic.
"It's six in the morning, babe." She whined.
"Please?" I begged and bit my lip. I heard her sighed and smack her tongue slightly.
"Alright. I'll meet you there in 20 minutes, okay Fae?"
"Okay. 20 minutes." I hung up and scurried out of the bed. I grabbed my black and lime green Under Armour athletic jacket and zipped it up over my sports bra and slipped some athletic shorts over my legs before grabbing my black and white striped converse. I sat on the bed and tied them up before standing back up and pulling my hair into a messy bun and securing it with a black elastic band. I wrote a quick note for Red before jogging down the stairs and grabbing the keys to 'Blake.'
I pushed the Starbucks door open and scanned the room, looking for the familiar pixie cut and grey, sagging beanie. I scanned the room over and over again, but I didn't find her anywhere.
"Where are you?" I whispered to myself as I scanned over the off-set white walls with green and black accents.
"Right here." Mary Margaret appeared next to me and smiled. I jumped slightly and held my hand over my chest before removing it with a small giggle.
"You scared me."
"Sorry, love. I didn't mean to." she apologized and set a gentle hand on my arm. Her eyes were bright blue as she peered up at me through dark, black lashes, a small smile pulling at her pink lips. A dimple carved into her right cheek of her flawless skin. She was clothed in denim jeans with gray leg warmers and gray vans, with a gray sweater vest. As usual, a saggy gray beanie was on her head. Even with being a teacher in nerdy clothes, she's beautiful. I'm actually quite shocked that she isn't married with a child yet.
"Two double chocolate fudge frappes, a blueberry muffin, and a tuna melt, please." Mary Margaret leaned a little on the counter on one arm with a smile on her face. I grinned happily as she told the waitress our names. She remembered that I liked tuna melts. That warms my heart.
The girl behind the counter seemed confused as she squinted her eyes and her eyebrows narrowed together over her bright blue orbs and her nose scrunched up a bit. "I-I'm sorry, can you repeat your names again? A little louder...?"
"Kennadi! I thought I told you to work in the kitchen!" A male shouted at the waitress behind the counter. The girl jumped and looked over her shoulder at the towering male. He had shaggy brown hair that fell over his head in scruffy bangs. He pushed the hair from his ocean blue eyes as his jaw tensed a little as he crossed his arms over his chest. The girl, who I guessed to be Kennadi, nervously fumbled with her fingers and her eyes traveled a bit.
"I'm sorry, Louis." Her voice was soft and shaky. She feared this 'Louis" character, and I didn't like it.
"Hey, it's okay. I don't mind her being my waitress. Back off bud, I can get the police on the speed dial faster than you can say, 'hi.' So, let her be. I'm sure she'll do just as well as the other waitresses would." I snapped at the male.
"You have nothing to report me on." He cocked up an eyebrow.
"I'm Faerona Stilinski."
He swallowed nervously, and his composure loosened as it was his turn to fumble with his fingers. "As in, Sheriff Stilinski?"
"Oh, I, uh,"
"Should get back to work before I get to the management." He nodded and scurried back to the kitchen as I faced the girl. I gave her a friendly smile, as did Mary Margaret. I gasped slightly when I got a closer look at the beautiful girl in front of me. "Kennadi Daniels?"
"Hi Fae." she whispered without looking up. I scrunched my eyebrows together and tilted my head a bit.
"How do you know who I am?"
"I'm in your art class, I'm just in the very back. Next to Irish boy." I gasped again and shook my finger a bit as I remembered exactly who she was.
"Oh, that's right! You're next to Niall!" She giggled and nodded before grabbing our coffee and handing us a bag.
"Here's your coffee." she smiled.
"Thank you, uh," Mary Margaret started digging in her purse, "how much do I owe you?"
"On the house." Kennadi grinned brightly at us. "See you tommorow! Fae and Ms. Blanchard!" she waved as we thanked her and left the Starbucks with our food and our coffee.
"Oh rats!" Mary Margaret snapped her fingers as we started down the trail in the park. I pressed my lips together and looked down at her with raised eyebrows. "I forgot a straw!"
"Do you believe in magic, Mary Margaret?" I asked curiously as we perched ourselves on two giant rocks and looked over the trees and the park. Mary Margaret sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"It depends on what type of magic you're talking about, sweetie."
I looked over at her, and scrunched my eyebrows together over my forehead as I saw a beautiful, rosy pink lining around the small, petite shape of her body. I blinked ferociously until the lining vanished around her, and I shook my head slightly.
Bientôt someone whispered in my head, making me almost completely jump out of my skin. Mary Margaret hastily turned her head to look at me with a frazzled look on her face. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah. I just got a chill." Mary Margaret curiously eyed me before she nodded slowly and let a slow breath push passed her lips. But then, her facial structure became angry as her blue eyes held a strong gaze to my exposed skin on my neck.
"What the heck is that?" she asked furiously and ran her thumb over the tender skin. I flinched and scrunched my face together. Oh no! I forgot to cover that up. I was in such a hurry, that I totally forgot that Zayn had 'marked' me, and left a disgusting, purple flaw on my neck that was surely going to be noticed eventually. "Is that a hickey?"
I nodded, frightened. You never want to make Mary Margaret mad, and when you do, you need to run. Fast.
"Yes, but it's my fault, so punish me." I came up with a quick lie. Mary Margaret shook her head with her eyebrows creasing over her head, creating crinkles over her head. I was always one to have a caring heart when it came to other's safety, whether I liked the person or not. I was too nice, and my father says that I inherit it from my mother. Mary Margaret ran a hand over her face before gently pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Did you suck the skin on your own neck?"
"Then I'm not going to punish you." I nodded and sniffled a bit as allergies caught up to me with the circulation of pollen.
Bientôt... I' heure est proche I hear a whisper in my head again, and I jumped once again with a hard swallow of anxiety that pushed down my throat. I took a shaky breath and tilted my chin up towards the sky and examined the shapes of the puffy, white clouds.
"Mary Margaret?" I asked softly. I heard her coffee slosh a little in her cup as she adjusted herself to face my direction, and my head moved back down to meet my eyes with her. I sighed through my slightly pouted bottom lip before I turned my body a bit more to be facing her fully. "Did you ever meet my mother?"
Mary Margaret seemed shoked at my question as I peered at her with a curious look. I had never asked about my mother, I never knew her name, and I had never seen her in pictures. My dad refused to pull out the photo albums. He said it would bring back too many memories, and that it would break his heart, and he wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning.
"Yes." she replied softly. I looked down at the ground and took a deep breath before looking back up.
"What was her name? What did she look like?" I pestered. Mary Margaret checked my expression, looking for any anger or annoyance, to which I knew she had found nothing but curiosity and trust. In her. She sighed and nodded slightly before meeting my black eyed gaze once again.
"Her name was Juliana," she started carefully, "she had dark hair, and dark brown eyes. Kind of like yours."
"How long was her hair?"
"About to the middle of her neck. Why, hon?"
"Could she speak French?"
"She took a class in college, so, I assume so." Mary Margaret scrunched her eyebrows together again as I gasped softly. Because the person that Mary Margaret just explained to me, was the same one I dreamed about.
Hey! Terri the Cherry here!
French in this chapter! (Yes, her mother spoke French)
Ma fille- My Daughter
I' heure est proche- The hour is near
Voir ce est ne pas croire, croire ce est voir- Seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing
Moe ange- My angel
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