It took a lot for someone to forget a traumatizing memory, especially when it involved one's parents. And their death. Even after seventeen years, the young girl laying in her bed could recall the incident as if it had just happened. In fact, it was the only thing that she dreamed about those days, the moment her eyelids shut over her mismatched orbs, the memory came back. She could feel the cold of the snow sneaking in through her boots, could feel the warmth of her parents hands, embracing hers as they walked. She laughed and sang with them, little head bobbing with a warm cap engulfing her head. Then all of a sudden, it
stopped. A hand was ripped from hers, her father scooping her up quickly and running. The little girl didn't know what was going on; what four year old would? But there was something sprayed across her face. What was that? And that
taste. It was like iron. Suddenly, the girl was laying on her back, the air knocked out of her small frame. In the dark, her eyes couldn't see much. But she heard the disheveled screams in the distance, someone screaming for her to run. But she was frozen in place. "Mommy? Daddy?" And then, the fangs. The red eyes. The feeling of her throat being ripped out. The girl tried her best to scream, but her body was already going limp. The last thing she saw was that
face. Twisted and smiling at her, dropping her lifeless form in the snow. And then
nothing.
Those same mismatched eyes snapped open, heart pounding and a chill running through her frame as she sat up. She was twenty-one now, an adult, but she was still haunted by that same nightmare, like a child. Sansa looked to her alarm clock and sighed, legs swinging over the edge of the bed and making contact with the plush carpet. It woke her up at the same time every morning.
3:45am flashed across the led screen as she stood and pulled on some warm clothes. It was Autumn, after all, and the girl had to keep warm.
Exiting the decently-sized cabin of her adopted parents, the girl began walking through the forest, yawning only slightly in the dim light. It was her nightly routine after the dream woke her. San was on her way to meet Terrance, the dark angel who found her recovering corpse and made sure she found refuge. While the years had changed her into the young woman she was now, time didn't effect him, and the only thing that seemed to change was how she felt about him. It was silly, of course, for her to have those emotions towards him; he was eternal, and Sansa was merely temporary.
As the girl reached the tree they'd met at every day, she leaned against the trunk and looked up to the sky, taking in the stars that danced about, and the crescent moon, giving off only a small sliver of light. A leaf fell in front of her, a hand reaching out to grasp it. In only a moments time, the once brown and dead bit of foliage was restored once again, adding a bit of color to the barren forest floor. With a snap and a small breeze, the girl looked up and smiled, taking a breath to speak.
"Good evening, Terrance."
