Lyla
I lay sprawled on the cold floor, its chill seeping into my bones as I stared into the darkness that shrouded the room like a cloak.
I don't know how long I've been here; all I remember was meeting Xander in the room of my former house and then opening my eyes to this darkness. How had I ended up here again? How had I come back to the human world so fast?
Was this a dream?
I didn't think so, because I've been sleeping and waking up and doing everything I would normally in real life and Xander feels so real too. I sighed, stretching lazily, not bothering to cover up the threadbare blanket I was given.
I lay quietly, thinking about what kind of food would be served to me later tonight, my inability to do anything but just wait was making me ravenous. Suddenly, the voice that wouldn't leave me alone filtered into my consciousness again.
"Lyla."
