Isabel

Isabelle knew that she was in a dream, that she was sleeping, that what she really was dreaming about. Deep and incredibly realistic sleep. She just slept and in her sleep fled through the forest, thick, overgrown with branches of clumsy mutilated and scary thick-rooted trees.

Isabel was confused by a nightie about thick, seemingly alive branches sticking to the side and ran forward without knowing where. But somewhere she was attracted by the incomprehensible girl desire that was tempted in that dream. The desire to see the promised meeting soon. She ran in thick veil, and seemingly immobile fog, fog, like milk, in which there was almost nothing visible, but she seemed to know where to go and she ran, almost without stopping, for a second. She hurried, because he was waiting for her. That fair-haired handsome man in that forest church half-destroyed temple. There they met when she accidentally, or maybe not, wandered into that realistic dream in that half-destroyed Catholic church. The temple in that misty forest. Then all the time she came to him like this, and he constantly called her into this clumsy overgrown forest with impassable wilds in the district. Called by name. Called Isabel. He knew her name.

He is this handsome. Young and tall. With blond hair. He appeared in Isabel's dreams, somehow suddenly and from that moment they became inseparable, and dreams became more realistic. She began to feel them, like him. They touched each other and were close, but even mother Isabel didn’t know about it.

Isabelle did not tell anyone about him. Yes, and the meaning is when people always laugh at you and consider you a fantasy. Yours, for example, girlfriends and classmates. Even mom makes comments on her stories and says it's time to become an adult. Isabelle has long been an adult, but for some reason, the mother did not notice it, like her own. Mom had her own personal life. She was a widow, and Isabelle had no father. That mom and lived their female life. Looking for a new adoptive father for Isabel. Rather, more searching for her lover suitable for the widow. And Isabelle lived by herself.

Of course it was impossible to say that Isabel's mom was a bad mom at all, but somehow she recently started spinning around with these lovers and forgot about the existence of her daughter. She was practically interested in nothing. No success in school, or her Isabel private life.

And he came somehow suddenly and suddenly. One night came to her and called her with him to that fabulous creepy, gnarled forest. Isabelle was fast asleep and then he appeared. Right in her dream and right beside her. Then she felt him at her bedside. I felt on the bed and nearby.

Who was he then, this stranger. Young and beautiful. True, older than her. Everything was clear, but Isabel and dreamed of her already lover and exactly the way she imagined. She did not want to deal with peers and those who are younger. This is the way the female psyche works, especially at a young age. All and strive to tie tricks, with someone older. And here he is this handsome man from that dense terrible fairy forest. From that dilapidated church temple.

Who is he? She still did not know. Where did he come from in her Isabelle dreams. Who called him? Maybe her wishes. Wishes of a young girl dreaming of fiancés.

He somehow quickly captured her that night. And my mother did not know about it. I didn't know that Isabel was no longer a girl. That Isabel has his secret strange young lover. Lover in her dreams, dreams that have real contact with this world.

She did not know his name, but she didn’t even ask. I was afraid to scare away the night happiness. Suddenly not like it and all he did not come again. And that forest and that temple in which he was will disappear.Isabel was afraid to lose him. She fell in love with memory and lived only this love. She was drifting away from reality and already lived with her dreams. She lived from sleep to sleep. Everything else was no longer important to her.

And so Isabelle ran on this terrible, clumsy, but alive forest. She clung to her nightie about its thick branches that had been turned inside out. She fled, therefore, to the fog creeping under her bare feet. Directly jumping from a bed standing in the same forest. This forest every night appeared in her bedroom and surrounded Isabel’s bed. Every night, this milky thick fog creeping under her feet appeared at her bedside. And Isabel fled to a meeting on the call-up of her night lover's call, through this forest to that half-ruined stone standing in it in a strange relief relief of a church church. There they were always alone and making love. Only he and she, Isabel.

Eh, as if, probably, her Isabel's girlfriend's classmates got jealous, having learned about it. None of this has happened in life. Even Ginger, the oldest in her class, which girls boasted about personal relationships with her boyfriend. In general, so-so, the same as the rest. But not like Isabel. Even Ginger did not have such a handsome man. With long curly hair, from under the big golden with sharp crown teeth on the head, like a fairy-tale prince from some fairy tale. With such a beautiful young almost feminine face. With incredibly beautiful blue eyes and a beautiful athletic figure. If only everyone saw him this guy from his dreams.

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Who is he? Isabel did not know, but he loved her, and this was the main thing for her, and he was now there in that temple and was waiting for her. And Isabelle was in a hurry. Rushing for the next night date.

Isabelle did not remember how much she ran this time. She didn’t even measure her fabulous night flight through the meters of run across the forest. Why, after all, he was waiting for her. Why, after all, he was there and called her again by name. He is her handsome night lover. They were supposed to be together. Again this night.

How she loved him! That handsome man from that half-ruined gothic temple. Even fear was not in this forest. He seemed to her now even to his relatives somehow, much closer than he had been before.

But there was something else, something in this forest. Something almost always followed in her heels and pursued Isabel. Something hostile and monstrous.

She felt once in a dream the appearance of someone else. He was different, or rather different, followed Isabelle, and even scared her once. It was her rival. So Isabel at least understood as a woman. Love does not happen without pitfalls. Even in dreams. Even here there was someone who wanted to thwart their relationship and now again followed Isabelle’s heels, through that terrible, clumsy branchy living forest.

It was a woman. Yes, the woman is young, the same, probably, like him. Older than her, but young, black-haired with long curls in an invisible wind all the way down to the waist. Brunette. Yes, a burning brunette with the eyes of a night demoness. Black as coal and glittering with the fire of hell. Isabelle saw only her head. Below was only a shadow. Black female shadow, the shadow of its snake-like figure, moving in some way above the surface of the fog spreading along the ground.

Who she is Isabel also did not know, but she knew that she had something to do with her now and with that blond beauty. She followed her literally on her heels, not lagging a single step in that forest and up to the very forest of that half-destroyed ancient centuries-old Catholic church.

- Isabel! - rang out in the forest - Isabel my love! Come to me!

And Isabelle flew that was the spirit to call this night. She was already standing on the threshold of that temple, when behind her the thick woody branch of the nearest tree was broken with a bang behind her back. The one that pursued her stood there. She stared at her with the terrible, piercing gaze of a young cruel, hateful witch. She was almost two steps behind her, but she didn’t touch Isabelle. Why it was not clear. Maybe because of him? Maybe he didn't let her touch Isabel?

Isabel looked at her and she was scared.She saw how her witch grinned and hissed like a snake, and in her mouth she had conical teeth, sharp like an animal.

Isabelle, frightened by what she saw, quickly stepped over the threshold of the temple and jumped in ...