"Yes," You begin. "Do you know how I might get back home? To reality? Or am I already dead?" She just stares off into space. Funny, how you're asking her this when she clearly didn't know how you got here in the first place. "Not a clue." She says smiling.
"Honestly, I don't know why I asked you that. So I came here in....what was it, a light? While you were...."
"Gardening, yes."
"You make things sound more simple then they actually are."
She tilts her head and looks into her eyes.
"Do you believe in fate?" She says.
"Fate is complicated. Personally I don't believe my being here had any rhyme or reason to it. I'm not saying that isn't the case, I've only been here a few minutes, so I know very little....Hey, what were you gardening anyway?
"If you walk outside I can show you."
So you exit the house through the back screen door. You walk outside with her. Charlene's back yard is rather large, about 250 X 250 yards. To the rear are some woods. In the middle of her yard is a small pond, surrounded by four main flower beads, with some smaller ones scattered around. Most of them are roses. Though not like any rose you've seen before. The stems and thorns are solid black, while the rest of the rose is a swirl a red, orange, and yellow. "They're fire flowers." Charlene says when she notices you looking them over. "They're nice. I haven't seen anything like them." She wiper her hands off on her legs, and looks at you again.
"I was going to take some into the house, until you 'dropped in'. Mind helping me pick a few?"
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, and sure."
She hands you a pair of sheers. You start to pick a few, waiting for her to tell you when you've done enough. While you're doing this you keep looking over your shoulder, noticing Charlene's rear is turned toward you, picking flowers in another bed. It's her tail that you really seem to be interested in, slowly bobbing back and forth as she moves about. While doing this, you arn't paying attention to what you're doing and accidently cut yourself on one of the rose thorns. "Ahhh, damn it." You say under your breath wiping your finger off on your shirt. "Okay, that's good." Charlene says as she picks a few more. "If you could bring these into the my house, I have a vase you can put them in." You pick up the roses and follow her in. The house is small, but comfortable. Inside the main room two couches face toward a TV while to the far left is a dinning table next to a window facing outward into the backyard where you had just entered. On the table is a vase, you put the flowers there. "You know..." She starts. "I've told you a lot about me and my world, but I haven't heard a lot about yours. You can take a seat on the couch, and make yourself at home. I need to change my clothes, then we can talk kay?" She smiles sweetly, then walks upstairs. You go on and sit down on the couch. It's a nice couch, the leather is soft. In a few minutes she comes downstairs. She took off her yard apron, and now wears a dark red skirt and short sleeved top. It's one of those outfits where the top is purposely cut short to expose the belly. You cannot help but notice this as she comes down the stairs. Your journey through the portal left you a bit battered. Added with the fact that you haven't gotten a lot of sleep in the past couple days, you calmly watch her as she walk into the living room, sitting beside you. Her claws make a sort of tapping sound as she passes from the parlor's wooden floor, into the living room carpet. The claws on her feet are much larger then the ones on her hands, which are also more dull. Another interesting feature about Charlene is that the entire underside of her body is mostly white, especially her stomach. Charlene's belly button, happens to be a tiny slit, just a few inches about her waist. There isn't much you can say about her head, other then it's slightly larger then your own, mostly her snout, and her piecing blue eyes seem to stare deep inside you, reading your every thought and sensing your feelings. This makes you uneasy whenever she's really looking at you.....which would be right about now. You've always wondered why her tail isn't on fire like the regular Charmanders you've seen. That's probably because it only happens when she're angry, excited, or upset, supposedly.
"So, would you mind telling me your name?" Putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward as she says this.
"uhhhh. You know, I don't think I remember it. I've never thought about it until now."
"What about where you came from? Could you tell me about that? Please."
"Huhhh, well where I'm from, not everyone gets along perfectly. Some people consider themselves more significant then others, and those people have a knack fro running other's lives. I think I was upset about something, so I started walking through a forest somewhere, and....now I'm here. I apologize if any of this is boring you..."
"Oh no, it's....it's fine...you're-er, it's all right."
You squint your eyes and think about crawling into a bed somewhere and falling asleep. You're exhausted. Finally you say, "Have you ever actually seen a human before Charlene?"
"Yea, before I think, but I've never really....met one..." After she says this she closes her mouth slowly and studies you body. You're leaning back with one hand on your forehead and the other resting on your leg. She frowns and stares at your hand. "You're bleeding." She says. Apparently your little cut is acting up again.
"Oh, yeah. Must of got it while-" You pause to yawn. "Cutting some roses."
"But, your blood is red...I didn't know that?"
"Why? Does that surprise you?"
"No...I just though it was...never mind."
"We all bleed the same, doesn't matter what you are......Look, everything aside, I apologize if I've caused you any trouble. I should probably try to find a way back..."
"No....It's alright. Your hand..." She scoots closer to you and picks up your left hand, putting your punctured index finger into her mouth and lightly sucking on it. Slowly rolling her tongue over the cut, which you can feel, is slightly forked, but thick, and rather wet, instead of flat like a snake's tongue would be. You just sit there, with your mouth slightly open, looking right into her eyes, which seem to be brighter then normal. Words escape you. All you can do now it give her a perplexed, then calm look as she continues to mouth your finger; every once in a while closing her eyes and putting her head down. Now you can really see into Charlene's eyes. Her pupils seem larger then usual, getting larger still. Soon you realize they aren't getting bigger, but she's now leaning closer and closer toward you, until Charlene's forehead is practically touching yours. Finally, she lets go of your finger and looks up at you, giving you a rather sad, lonely look. "You okay?" You say very softly. "Don't leave..." She responds in a tone that is low and melancholy. Charlene puts her arms around your waist, then rests her head against your chest, then nuzzles your shirt to get comfortable. Her body is much warmer then your own, and you can feel her breath on your right arm that's resting on your leg. There you are, sitting back on the couch, while Charlene, who was sitting to the left of you has now moved so far over she is hugging your body, and breathing softly as her head rests a few inches bellow your neck. Taking a deep breath, you put your head back and stare at the ceiling. You have a lot of thinking to do. What now?
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