+++ Daydreams +++

| Thirteen |

I turned my gaze back to the bear. It was still staring at me with unblinking eyes and heavy breathing.

"I have a thing for big bears, you see. Something about...the fur, the big hands; it just turns me on." I said to it. It continued to stare blankly. "You wouldn't get it."

I peered into its eyes again - and not because I actually had a thing for bears - and then turned away.

"I'll remember this little moment...Bearida." I said as I looked into the dim, moonlit forest. It looked like a scene from a fairytale. "Can I call you that? Bear-ida like Merida?"

The bear made a noise that sounded something like a groan and a growl. I took it as a yes.

"Great. See you around, doll." And with that stupid comment, I ran into the forest once again. What an unnecessary  scene, eh?

As I ran past the rough, broken trees, I couldn't help but look back at the conversation Anna and I had. Forget about the thoughtful bear - I wanted to know about her. What she did after she woke up.

And if she was powerful enough to really string my neck like a wet towel.

"Argh!" I yell, my frustration and uncertainty breaking through the shell of calm I had adopted. I stopped running and smashed my fist into a tree, cracking it. I immediately split the thin skin on my knuckles. Dark red - almost black blood spills from the wound. I watch in mild fascination as the blood moves from the force of gravity, creating a small, thick river of crimson along the back of my hand. It reached the edge of my hand and drips off into the dry, dying foliage under my feet.

"This is weird." A voice calls from within the trees. I whip my gaze upward, looking around me. No one. I look to the sky, searching for someone who might have the skill to climb and perch on a skinny branch. No one.

"Come on out, you puss -"

"Incubus. Please don't." The voice says. It's pleasant. "You know how I feel about bad language."

"You." I say, sighing. He steps out from among the trees and looks at me, a smile on his face. He looks like a father who had just seen his little boy run a home run for the first time.

"What happened?" He asked, looking down at my bleeding knuckles and the snapped tree behind me. The sharp sound that the broken trunk must have beckoned him.

"I got mad." I said shortly. He smiles.

"Well..."

"What do you want, Starlight? You're acting very suspicious." I cut him off. "And you never act this suspicious."

He looks up at me through his eyelashes. He still had that same, slightly creepy smile pasted on his face. He opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it.

"There's a...'mission'." He finally says after a stretched moment of silence.

"A mission? What are we, part of the black ops?" I ask sarcastically. His reluctance to tell me was beginning to get to me.

"He said we have something - someone - to deal with." Starlight says. "I was actually going to go to find you when..." He gestures at the broken tree behind me.

"Who is it? Why does He want us to do something for once? What makes this...'occasion' special?" I fire. I had so many more questions in my head but I guessed I didn't want to overwhelm Starlight. Not when he looked like a pedophile predator. I smiled at that thought.

"There's more than one apparently." He replies, looking down at his feet with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looks guilty. "They're nothing much. Apparently just some lowly humans who are messing around with black magic. They've gotten in too deep and we have to take care of it."

I could feel my face morph into an expression of wickedness. My lips draw back into a wide smile, and I look up at Starlight - who looks wary - through my eyelashes.

"You truly do look like a demon." He says, his voice tight. I grin wider.

"Well...this is going to be delightful."

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