Monday: August 27, 2007
Who: Adair (narrative)
When: Late Night
Where: His Forest Cottage
What: Adair wakes up from a nightmare..But is it really a nightmare?

She had a uniqueness to her smile, especially when she thought so fondly of someone. Everything was illuminated, like Adair wasn't supposed to be there even though it appeared he was returning to sit across her at the winery for the second time.

Adrienne..

She wasn't making eye contact with him, dark hair awkwardly falling before her face like a veil but he could see her smile, that ever so evident smile was crystal clear. Something pin pricked inside of him, telling him that even though she was smiling, there was something wrong with the Lycan.

"Hey-"

""I really appreciate you coming out with me tonight, Adair."

Why did she sound so pained when she spoke?

Adair meant to speak in return, ask if she was alright. But Adrienne's sudden laughter interrupted him, which was fine. He guessed. Perhaps she was okay then?

Yeah..Adrienne was....was just fine..

No, it was alarming. It was the type of laughing that was strained when choking or struggling from breaths you couldn't maintain, couldn't find.

Adrienne suddenly stopped laughing. Not in the ways where a laugh just wears of because something isn't funny anymore.

She just stopped..

"You okay? You seem a little...moody?"

There was a sudden chill and Adair turned suddenly to see there was no one in the winery. Wine glasses were strewn about and there were no waiters to call, no customers to share his concern with.

Adair felt a sudden overpowering sense of helplessness, an overpowering sense of panic as he shifted in his chair. There were a steady coming and going of people before. Why did they leave?

Adair's eyelids came down on his eyes like curtains for only a brief second. So they could shield his worried, shifting, vibrant blue eyes. In that brief second, the illumination and radiance of his surroundings were robbed from him. Everything was horribly dark. There was only dim light that lit him and Adrienne and where they sat.

Adrienne was quiet the whole time, not at all alarmed by the sudden change of scenery. She just sat there.

Eventually, her head went towards her lap as she began making faint noises. They seemed to be in their own worlds.

Adair realized his palm was clenched tightly and like a flower blooming, he opened his hand. In the psychic's hand rested Adrienne's precious necklace. The keepsake with it's broken chain was sticky and slippery in his grasp and for some reason his hand couldn't catch light of what it was.

She was crying..she must have wanted the necklace back.

"Adrienne..I'm-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know I still had it." Adair spoke softly.

He leaned in to try and hand the necklace to her, giving a saddened expression and tried to squint his eyes to see her in the faint light. Adair didn't want her to cry, he didn't want her to think he was going to take something that led her to surface such fond memories.

His stomach was on the table surface he was so close. She was sobbing now. Strained even more than when she laughed.

But he didn't see tears.

Blood fell from her face and pooled on the table in a crimson puddle. Adair should have stayed, but he fell back.

"Help....Me.."

Adrienne managed to get out. There was no more smile on her face. How could there be when blood made it hard to find her lips?

"HOLY FUCKEN SHIT!!"

Adair's shoulders hiked in panic and he looked from side to side. Help. That's right. Search for help because he was going to be the worst one to help Adrienne with bleeding so bad the blood was trickling off the table on on to the floor.

No..maybe he should comfort her?

"Ohhh shit..shit, shit, shit!"


Adair cupped his chin in a hand, heaving in panic.

"Okay..Okay. We're gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay."

Adrienne's chair suddenly slipped back making a sound even more devastating than nails on a chalkboard. She fell..he had to help her. There was no one else here. Why was there no one else?

Adair felt horrible. He wasn't running towards her. He gulped, crossing his legs over one another in his steps as his head moved in different directions to see where the poor, injured Lycan fell to.

"A....d..r...i..e..n..n..e?"

There was a long pause. He was breathing roughly he was so scared.

"Everything is gonna be okay.."

He looked where her chair was, stained with blood but he couldn't find her.

"Adrien-"

From under the table, he felt the Lycan use what strength she had left to grab at his feet, his legs, his knees.

"FUCK!!!"

Adair scooted away from her, not knowing why in the hell he would do such a thing. Adair was so scared. Scared of the growing gashes taking place on her body that was naked as she slithered towards him. Adrienne was growing weaker and weaker.

Eventually in her weakest strength she mentioned a name. A name he was sure he did not own.

Zach...

Adair shot up from his bed, immediately holding his head which throbbed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his eyes struggled to stay open.

"Holy. Fucken. Shit. Someone. Totally spiked my wine."

He tried to think that was a nightmare, but..last time he had a 'nightmare' like that.

It came true.

"I..I have to see Adrienne.."

Adair tried to get up, but the workings of a hangover as well as an oncoming fever caused him to fall back on the bed and back to sleep.