Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.
Happy Friday everyone! How is everyone doing? The heat is killing me! I only got 2 hours of sleep last night. Ugh! Hopefully tonight I'll get a good night of sleep. Today wasn't as hot, but I fear that once the sun sets the heat will remain. Mmmm.
Anyways, this week's story was a random thought while I was working. Luckily I didn't forget about it! For some reason I think this might be my favorite story out of my 'The Man in Her Dreams' series. I really like the Faery, even though she's a baddie and likes to curse random people. Without further ado, here is the 4th installment. Here is the first part and the second part of the story and the third part :
The Man in Her Dreams part 4 - A Double Curse
by: Carole Rae
"What
the HELL is going on here?” Demanded Hanna again. Adair looked
away, ashamed. The Faery had sent that necklace as a joke. The faery
was a heartless wench and loved to tortured him. The Faery had sent
him that necklace with a note saying 'Here's a piece of paradise.'
Would Hanna even believe him if he told her the truth? She would
probably run away screaming, but he had to take the chance.
“I'll
tell you everything, Hanna. Just...just try to keep an open mind.”
Adair kneeled down beside Hanna, but he avoided her emerald eyes as
if she was Medusa herself. With a deep breath he told her everything.
He told her about who he was, who the Faery was, and about the curse.
To his surprise Hanna didn't interrupt or mutter a sound of
disbelief.
Once
his tale was done, he took a gamble to look in her eyes. He was
surprised to see contemplation and not horror. Moments passed as they
stared at each other, the silence was eating away at Adair's soul.
Say
something for the love of God.
Finally,
“Oh...well...I'm not sure what to say right now.” Hanna looked
down at her hands.
“I
know its a lot to take in and actually believe it. But its all true.
This room and all these things are proof enough. The thunderstorm
that sent you here also proves my tale! For some odd reason she added
you to my curse.”
“Adair,”He
sucked in his breath, “I believe you...but its a lot to take in.
I-I just need to go to sleep and allow my poor mind to absorb and
make sense of all of this.” She heaved herself off, “I'm sorry I
yelled at you...good night.”
He
wished her sweet dreams and she left him alone in this room of Faery
jokes. All these portraits of himself mocked him. All these odd
knick-knaks and small gifts was a sick, sick jest at his immortality.
Why?
With a moan of self-pity, Adair stood up and went back to his room
to try and catch some sleep too.
As
he made his way down the hall, he took a momentary stop by Hanna's
room. Silence. He wondered what she was doing. Was she already
asleep? Was she looking out the window, lost in contemplation? Was
she thinking of him? Adair sighed and continued on his way to his own
room of misery and self-pity.
Kicking
upon the door, he flopped on his bed and buried his head in his
pillow. Damn
that fucking Faery.
Without warning he passed out. Oh
no.
He opened his eyes to discover the Faery brought him to the forest.
Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Adair wasn't surprised when
the Faery appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around his
neck. She was just as beautiful as the day he met her with her long
brown hair and sparklingly silver eyes. However, hatred filled his
heart instead of lust. The Faery smiled, “Oh Adair...I feel your
hatred towards me, but I have good news to give you my beloved.”
He
grunted, “Your good news is never my good news.”
With
a laugh, the Faery touched his cheek, “Your curse may be broken.”
Adair's
heart stopped, “What?”
“Your
curse may be broken, Adair. Would you like to know how?” She
playfully tugged on his hair.
“Tell
me!” He grabbed her by her arms and gave her a quick shake.
“Hanna,”
She smiled, “can help you. However, you need to win her heart. Once
her heart is yours and you take true loves kiss then this curse will
shatter and turn to dust. But...if you go on this quest to win her
heart and you fail to gain her love you will curse her forever.”
Adair
glared and asked, “What do you mean?”
Without
prompting or any words, the Faery lead Adair to a tree that looked
like a woman. The woman-tree seemed to be caught in mid-scream and in
mid-run.
“If
you fail, Adair, this will be her fate. She will be a tree in the
middle of my rose garden.”
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<3CaroleRae
