So this is a dream I keep on having. I don’t know if it means anything, but its one of those dreams where you feel like its SO real. Its seriously starting to freak me out, too.


The Night of August Twenty Seventh

I lay there, staring at the pallid ceiling with what felt like a vacant face. Was it really to much to ask freedom form this pitiful life? Too walk through the streets as a lifeless puppet, only to receive fake smiles and concern, no, that’s not the path I choose. Though, I am not abandoned in this. My Soul stands always besides me, always watching. She too loathes this life. She grows drained, doing nothing and yet everything. She has the power to take wing over the highest cloud into the night, but instead she chooses to stay beside me as my only companion.
Now, she only sits in the corner of my mind, ever vigilant and alert. It’s dark here like my current condition. The only traces of any life are the random flashes of light from the outside. A fierce, infuriated burst of an echo accompanies the brightness, making no sense at all. It’s such a untainted color; should such a terrorizing sound be heard right after seeing it? Such a mad and dreadful power. Raw, untamed power.
I do not recognize that there is another until my Soul looks away from where I’m at. I turn my head with her, following.
He isn’t evident until another burst from the outside appears once more. He just sits there, leaning against a wall. Had he been here in my mind this whole time? I never knew, and prayed never will. He is the shadow that smirks in amusement at every cringe, or look, of not only me but my companion too. He frightens me, but an unseen tugging in my chest almost made me go right to him. It kept on pulling almost painfully; but I was determined out of fear to stay defiantly planted in my spot. He smiled a seductive, ferocious smirk.
Crack!
His own eyes bore into mine, giving a sense of anxiety in what was supposed to be my own place of escape. There was no turning away from this stare that dominated everything, anything, if such a thing happened, what of me and my Soul? Would she disappear, leaving me alone with this man, this stranger?
The noise and light stay on its normal path of appearing and disappearing. It never once faltered even for a minute; it was almost like it was trying to make itself known here. My Soul, nor anyone here paid attention to it. She still glances at him, however as time goes by blindly, he seems to straighten out of his lounge, instead standing with flawless posture. Her own look changes along with his stance; it a new look that I only very rarely see within her. She had always been calm and never panicked, that much was certain, but her orbs began to change into something that almost resembled fear. It was so odd, she never seemed this way, ever. She looked ready to spring out of the nearest door or window, if there were any here. Would she take me with her? He only briefly looked at her, his amusement heightened and now he looked ready to dance in joy at our predicament.
The invisible tugging started to pull even harder then before. I felt my hand twitch at it, but I’m still rooted where I am.
Something happened then that I never would’ve thought could happen, not here. He moved across the room, his feet never seeming to once touch the ground below him. His eyes never left from mine. He halted not a foot from myself, looking down. Had we been standing face to face perhaps he would stand a half a foot above me, but not here. In this place, his aura oozed something that shouldn’t be in this place. My Soul, in a temperamental fury, would be like this, but there is laughter in his eyes!
His eyes.
They were a startling shade of the very deepest kind of green. In those endless pits were warm trees in a rainforest. So very warm and alluring, making the heat grow in temperature in a secure manner. My Soul and I knew so much better. Even though I wasn’t that aged, not like my Soul, we knew all to well what would happen if we fell to this lingering silhouette; then it was all too obvious what was to happen here.
This powerful shadow of a man was a black widow; and I, one of the hundreds of flies that he had played with.
That unrelenting pulling stopped. His eyes altered but that’s not saying much. The pine started to bleed crimson from the outside ring, seeping into the stunning color. They grew a thousand times more seductive then before, the red mixing in with it made him look exactly what he was.
All I could see was those two prominent colors as he leaned in, now only an inch from my own scared, enchanted face. My expression remained frozen on my face.
I felt lips gently caress the crevices of my neck, but he was not here for romance. He never did bite down, or do whatever it is that he does, but I shivered. His skin was both cold and warm. It was unbalanced, only furthering the knowledge that he was far from mortal. Was he a vampire of some sort? It didn’t feel like it, instincts if you will, but then again what did I know? I could feel him breathing, and it sent gooseflesh rising. It was a slow lazy wave of air, but there was no humidity in it. It was a dry, warm breathe that felt like the beating sun of the Sahara Dessert. There was no life in him, no sense of ethics or morality.
My Soul looked absolutely horrified, but she still didn’t move from that corner. Her eyes were wide, like a prisoner looking at the needle on death row. Wait, was that me? Surely not, this was so much worse then any kind of death row.
His eyes turned from appraising to calculating now. Like he was figuring how much time it would take to bring down my Soul. Then would come supper.
I felt him lean in closer to me, his cold lips fully touching my neck. They opened and I felt no breathe whatsoever. I looked over to her, and she leaned forward, only a half a heartbeat and she would be between us.
I hoped.