Following the direction of the voice, that came every now and then, Daisy didn't know where she was anymore, or how to get back. The winds grew stronger, and not knowing the trails, she felt nervous. Rachael must have informed the guide by now, soon she would be found. Even the voice hadn't called out for a long time, maybe he was rescued. She was about to turn back, when the smell of blood stuck her. From the smell, she knew it was some distance.
Being a paitent of Renfield's Syndrome, her urge grew. She bit her tongue to curb her urge as she proceded forward, to the direction of smell.
At the origin of the smell, lay a man, covered in blood. Daisy was almost unable to handle her craving, so she bit her own hand using her sharp canines, and drank some blood before rushing to him. He seemed to be straining himself for every breath he took.
"Hey hold on. Someone would come to help up.", she assured his.
"Just.... do a healing spell...", he said, almost closing his eyes.
"I don't know what's that. Please don't sleep, people must have started searching for me. Just hold on. They will be here soon."
"How... did... you... get here?"
"I heard your voice calling out, I know it was far but I did."
"Open... your gloves..."
"I have some kind of allergy, I am not allowed to open them."
"Do it...", he gasped for air.
Daisy opened them up. He pointed to a direction, where lay a book and went to fetch it, but after the moment she touched it, everything went in a blur and soon she had fainted from exhaustion.
When she woke up, she remembered touching the book, feeling an massive rush of energy, doing a spell she knew nothing about and just thinking about it made her feel heavy, she got off the bed. Like her own room, this one was also filled with paintings, but it had wooden walls and a fireplace. The view from the window was breathtaking, the garden was enormous and well maintained, and was situated beside a beautiful river but there was no television, or telephone. No dad and mom.
The realisation struck her. Mom would be worried sick. Last time she was late for an hour, and mom had called every one she could. Now she has been missing since yesterday. Mom would have called the police for sure. And dad would blame himself. She swiftly walked to the door and was almost knocked over by a dog jumping up on her.