Beth and Aaralyn sat on Aari’s bed, her suitcase ready for her to go. She was just waiting for her father to come and pick her up.
“Where do your parents live?” Beth asked.
“They live in the Dimension. My dad is the leader of the race I would have belonged to, had I not become a vampire.”
“Oh, right. That’s quite cool,” she commented.
Aari smiled. “I suppose so.”
Beth yawned for the fourth time in half as many minutes.
“Beth, just go to bed, he’ll be here soon. I’ll be alright on my own, honestly.”
“Sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure. I’ll see you when I get back, okay?”
Beth leant over and hugged Aaralyn briefly before she left the room. She couldn’t explain why she was so overwhelmingly tired all of a sudden. Well, to be honest, she had been running on adrenalin for quite a bit of the day.
She shuffled down to her bedroom and shut the door behind her before beginning to change. Her shoulders were aching now, from the afternoon’s exertions in the training room so it was difficult to undress efficiently but eventually her shirt and lacy top were on the floor and she was dragging on some too-big pyjamas, crawling into the bed.
She took a deep breath and sighed, trying to briefly forget all that had happened all day. She closed her eyes, and it wasn’t long until she was unconscious.
Beth looked around, more than slightly confused. She wasn't in her bed anymore, she was standing in a rainforest, or so it looked like. The trees reached high into the sky, blocking out a lot of light; the undergrowth she was standing in reached her mid-thighs; the humidity made her hair frizz and hang limply. She cast her eyes around her surroundings. There was an orange glow a little while away that looked like a fire so she walked towards it.
After walking for a few minutes, a voice said, "Oh, you're finally here."
Beth span around, gasping in shock and fear.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice shaking a little.
A man dropped from a tree to her left. She turned so she could see him. The first thing she noticed about him was the glowing blue dagger in his hand. She stepped back quickly. He tucked the dagger away in a holster on his right forearm, seeing she was scared.
"Who are you?" she asked, calmer now that his weapon was sheathed. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous; he looked like the sort of guy that could kill you by sheer force of will.
He didn't reply so she studied him further. He looked like some sort of angel, all in white. His hair was white, and his skin too, his shirt used to be white but was now a little dirty. Only his trousers were black. The gossamer wings sprouting from his back didn't help with the angel thing.