A/N: I'm redoing my old fics, partly because I can't remember what their storylines were and partly because my writing has improved since 2009, hopefully anyway.

I dedicate this Fic to Luvindrewfuller because you got me interested in Fanfic, so thank you.

The ground was covered in flowers that varied in shapes, colours and sizes. That was always the first thing she noticed in her dream; the beautiful, vibrant flowers. They swayed softly, seeming to dance as though caught in a breeze. Except, there was no breeze. The air was still and silent. She could feel the heat of the blazing sun as its warm, comforting glow bathed her surroundings in light. She was in a field, it seemed to stretch on forever. There were no trees nearby to offer her shade, and no creatures running amongst the plants or gliding through the air.

She was completely alone, and yet her isolation didn't scare her. She wasn't fazed by the lack of noise or company, in fact she revelled in it. This strange place brought her a sense of comfort and was bizarrely familiar somehow.

''It's beautiful here, isn't it?''

A soft, lilting voice broke the charming spell of silence and caught her off guard. Startled, she whirled around in the direction of the foreign tone, but there was no one there.

She spun in a frantic circle, desperately trying to catch sight of the stranger who had spoken. There was no sign of anyone, and this unnerved her. The pace of her heart began to quicken and her breath started to come out in sharp, shaky bursts. Her palms felt slightly sweaty as her hands began to tremble.

''Who are you?'' She demanded. ''Where are you?''

''Eighteen candles, eighteen years. Full of secrets, full of fears. Silver blood and golden eyes, born in moonlight, bathed in lies. When the hearts merge into one, her sweet facade will come undone.''

The words were spoken so softly and quietly at first that she could barely make them out. But as their speaker's volume increased the words became sharper, and clearer, despite their murky meaning.

''What are you talking about?!'' She cried. Her only reply was the same words being repeated over and over, each time increasing in pace and volume. The rhyme felt prophetic, dark and dangerous. It stirred something within her; a deep sense of foreboding, coupled with a fear so strong she could almost taste it.

''Stop!'' She begged. ''Please stop it!''

Her pleas were ignored as several more voices joined the ruckus; each altering the pitch and frequency until the chanting became so loud and sounded so demonic, that the earth seemed to vibrate beneath her feet and her ears felt as though they were bleeding. She pressed the palm of her hands to them as hard as she could in an effort to quieten the deafening noise.

''Eighteen candles,'' the voices screeched. ''Eighteen years.''

It was too much, she opened her mouth and let out a pain filled, fear consuming scream.