Capítulo 3: DREAMING
You should know that dreaming is the universal component for any sleeping human being. It is a form of psychotherapy. It can represent your unconscious desires and wishes, prepare you for any possible threat, help you consolidate and process new information gathered during the day.
The mind can experience three dreams: Daydreams, Lucid Dreams, and Nightmares. The majority of the time, when you dream, you barely remember what it was, what happened, or who was in it. Now, there are times when you have a lucid dream, and those, my friends, are fucking insane.
What do you do when you know you are dreaming, but the events are so vivid, so actual, you don't want to wake up from it? What happens when it starts to turn into a nightmare? I will tell you what you do; you fucking ride that shit out to the end. Your brain or hell, the universe, is trying to give you insight into something you couldn't process in the waking world.
I could remember the feelings I felt when Elijah forced me to sleep. Anger, disappointment, loneliness, confusion, and fear. I can tell myself a million times that there was some scientific explanation for whatever I was feeling, but the truth was, my resolve was shaking. Sub-consciously, I knew that something in this town, these people, this guy was different.
Come on, people making you go to sleep by saying it, motherfuckers sniffing the air when you walk by, unspoken words being exchanged, and most importantly, this deviant desire pulling me towards someone that I just didn't know. I fell asleep, yearning to discover what was happening to me and wanting to be with Elijah.
I guess you could say, be careful what you wish for. As soon as my eyes closed, that shimmering white light was around me again, but this time, it transformed into a meadow. Not just any field, it was something out of a movie. I couldn't tell you where the earth stopped and where heaven began.
The air was clean; it felt like I was breathing in pure peace, the grass was a shade of green I had never seen, the bud of the flowers bloomed before my eyes, the water from the spring was so clear and blue, it would put the Maldives to shame. This place was untouched, with no humans to destroy its beauty.
Overpopulation, pollution, burning of fossil fuels, or deforestation hadn't occurred here. My eyes roamed the area, and I let out a string of giggles. This was fucking amazing! I ran, jumped, kart-wheeled, and need I say, rolled in the sheer delight of what I was experiencing. I glanced at my ankle, noticing that it was still sore and had a light purple ring around it, but it looked almost healed. The bruises and scratches on my body were gone, and the gash on my forehead felt like a scab. What the hell kind of dream is this? After my confusion faded, I noticed a giant oak tree in the middle of the meadow.
I made my way to it, and the shade created a blanket of happiness, encasing me from head to toe. Did I die? I slid my back down the base of the tree, making a soft thump when I landed. I wonder if I will remember this dream when I awake. After a few minutes of just lying there, the same shimmering light appears, but with a figure.
Fear did not exist here. Instead, I was just curious. Who the hell would I be dreaming of? As the figure manifested, I started to see the outline of a man. He had a significant and bulky build, short black hair, a chiseled jawline, and hypnotic green eyes. The more the image got more precise, the less I could breathe.
Elijah
What the hell? Now, I'm dreaming of this dick self-consciously? I need someone to slap me back into reality. Our eyes locked, and a small smile spread across his face. He began walking to me, and within minutes, he was in front of me. The bastard looked smug for some reason. What did he know that I didn't?
"Is this a dream?"
"To you, this might be, but to me, no."
That confused me; why would he think this was real? Yeah, I had to be dreaming, so I guess I should just go with the flow.
"Whatever, I wonder why I would dream about you?" I paused. "Damn, I must have it bad." I mused.
"Have what bad, my love?"
My love? Damn, who would have thought such endearment would light up my whole world? I think, no, I know I want this man forever. I don't see the time, the hour, or the day it happened, but I know he feels just like home.
"Feelings for you. I want to be with you more than I care to admit. You would probably reject me." I sounded sad. He sat down beside me and placed an arm around my shoulders. The gesture comforted me, and I leaned in against him.
"Sweetheart, you were made for me. The bond that we share brought us here because you needed answers. This is a pocket of space that Selene created for us. Our bubble, to come and go, as we please."
Man, even in my dream, he is fucking nuts, and what is with him and Daisy, and this Selene chick. Why couldn't I dream of him stripping while I throw an endless stream of dollar bills at him? I would have enjoyed making it rain for this Greek God, but why does he have to be a delusional freak? You, know what, I am going to indulge him. It's just a dream; it's not like it means anything.
"Humor me, who is this Selene? What do you mean bond?" I questioned.
"Selene is the Moon Goddess, to all children of the night. She is responsible for the bond that binds you and me. In my world, Helena, there is a principle that we are all granted to spend our lives with. This person will be what others can never be. There the light in the dark, the air in your lungs, the good to your bad, your soulmate."
"Huh? So, you think I am your soulmate, and this Goddess Selene made it so?"
"In your world, it would be referred to as soulmate, but in mine, you are my fated mate. I've walked this earth for the past hundred years, and I never thought I would find you. Nor did I expect you to be a human." He laughed
The fuck, he means, a hundred years? Fated mate?
"If you've been alive for a hundred years, why do you still look young?"
"We age differently from humans; our bodies grow at a slower rate once we reach puberty. I suppose I will start to age again when I turn a hundred and fifty." His tone is so casual it's almost unreal.
"If you're not human, what are you?" My curiosity made me incline towards him; our faces were just an inch apart now. I can feel his warm breath on my face, and the robust aroma coming off him has me in a trance. He placed his index fingers under my chin, bringing my face even closer to his, and I almost thought he would kiss me. Instead, he breathes in the air and growls. He pulls back suddenly, and the loss of sudden contact has me pouting.
"We have gone by many names, throughout time, but to your people, we are known as Werewolves."
Now, I see what is going on here. After all the crazy things I've witnessed, my mind is trying to make sense of the unexplained. This is just my mind actively playing out the conversation I had with Daisy the night of his party.
"Way to go, Daisy. Now, your foolishness has made its way into my psyche. Werewolves do not exist, and why would such a horrid creature want me?" My eyebrows formed a quizzical arch.
The air that surrounded us went from peaceful to agitated. Elijah's eyes, once green, were now coal-black. A growl was rippling through his chest, and I was terrified. Something inside me whispered he won't harm me; he is just upset. Calm him down, quickly.
I placed my trembling hand on his cheek " Calm down. Relax. Breathe." I whispered, and I waited until his eyes turned back to normal. "That was fucking intense. I honestly wanted to know, even if this was a dream. What exactly did I say to upset you that much."
He took a deep breath. "Humans are such judgmental creatures. You fear anything that is above your understanding. Your entire being is built on deceit and destruction. Your lives are so fleeting, but the devastation you cause can be felt millenniums after." He glared.
"Your half of what you despise, dummy. Yes, we have committed horrific crimes against each other, the earth, and God, but you have all the ambition of a human, mixed with the complexity, strength, and high intelligence of a wolf. Quiet. Frankly, you're the dominant species, and, I'm sure if you've been alive a hundred years, there's no telling what kind of atrocities you committed." I argued.
He stepped back and looked at me with something of appreciation, disgust, dear I say, lust. His feelings were coming off in waves; I could feel them as if they were my own. This is my dream, so of course, I would handle them. Right?
"It seems you have somewhat of a rational mind. Yes, I have done some unspeakable things, but I assure you in the grand scheme of things, it is nothing compared to what humans have done and continue to do." I narrowed my eyes " You fight over race, religion, money, power, superficial nonsense. The only thing that motivates us to kill is family. Devotion and honor do not exist in your world, my love." He spits.
"Who hasn't made misguided decisions? It's a part of life to fuck up; that's how you learn. The only difference between us is that our indiscretions are laid out; myths and deception shroud yours. It's much easier to be high and mighty when you're not relevant." I glanced up, meeting his eye. "If you despise us so badly, and I clearly wouldn't date a werewolf, for obvious reasons, why would we be paired together?" I asked.
"What do you mean obvious reason?" He genuinely looked curious.
"Werewolves would be dangerous, dominant, and unpredictable. Your very existence would trigger my instinct to protect myself. It would be a shame to kill you or get killed. I think you have major issues, but I do not want to see you harmed." I explained.
He ran his hands through his hair " In some ways, you are right. I am programmed to dominate anything weaker than myself, but clearly, I haven't, so I can't be as dangerous, as you put it. I don't understand why you and I are paired, but the reasons will be clear soon. The Mood Goddess does not make mistakes. You're unsure of me, not the other way around. Besides, the moment we fuck and I mark you; you will be mine forever." He stared.
What is seriously going on with my imagination? I got his ego down to a tee, but where is this other dumb shit coming from. Mark me? His forever? Fuck me? Even in this weird-ass dream, he is acting like huffing markers didn't cut it, so he moved on to something more substantial. Rehab is only one call away, and I need to contact a school counselor immediately.
"Why, couldn't I dream about the hot pizza guy the other night? Instead, I dream of a delusional, buff, dimwit, with a God complex." I laughed, but it was cut short once I realized his eyes went back to that coal-black color. Holy Shit! He is freaking out again, but this time, his hands are trembling and changing back and forth from a pointer to a big white paw. His back is arching, his frame vibrating, and I can see him trying to control whatever is happening.
"What fucking pizza guy? I will hunt the bastard down and rip his God damn head off if he thinks he can entice what is mine. If you think for a second Helena, I will play second fiddle to another male; then you have a lot to learn. I will make a proper bitch out of you, yet." He was yelling so loud I had to fight the urge to cover my ears.
"Bro, this is my dream, and I want you the fuck out of it. I am not playing, Elijah. Get your crazy ass from around me." I started moving backward because he looked like he was losing his shit even more. The sky was no longer a vibrant blue; it started turning black and purple; it reminded me of the sky before a storm. This was turning into a damn nightmare. I need to wake up now!
I closed my eyes and started repeating "Wake up" in my head like it was my mantra, and I felt my consciousness slowly leaving. An artificial one replaced the shimmering light, maybe the glare from a light bulb. I think delicate hands shake me, and a familiar voice calls out my name.
"Helena? Helena? Wake up. You have a bad dream." I can hear Daisy's panic voice bringing me back to the land of the conscious. I open my eyes only to see her staring down at me with a worried expression. I groan and try to sit up, but I feel even more tired than before sleeping. How is that possible?
"Oh my god, that was impossible." My voice sounded weak.
"What is impossible, Helena?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it. How long have I been asleep?"
"You've been asleep for about six hours."
No way. I just closed my eyes; there is no way six hours have gone by. I could have sworn between Elijah making me go to sleep and the meadow that I was only out for about half an hour. This is just too much for me; I need to go home. Maybe, the peace and comfort of my bed will help clear my mind.
"Is it still Saturday?"
"Yes, silly, it is still Saturday. Since your up, and there is still a little bit of daylight left, you want to go out to the gardens." Daisy smiled.
"Babe, I can barely walk right now. Did you forget?" I frowned
"Your ankle is healing faster than we anticipated; it should only feel like a sprain right now."
At that statement, I pull the covers from over my ankle, and the swelling has gone down significantly; the bone looks healed, and besides a purple ring around it, you would think I didn't break it a couple of days ago. I bring my hand to the gash on my head, only to be met by a scratch. Did I go to that meadow and awake with superhuman healing abilities? I know, for sure, that I had stitches there less than a day ago.
"Daisy, you do not find this odd that my ankle and the cut on my forehead is healed in forty-eight hours?"
She looked concerned for a moment. "Honestly, I would find it odd if you did not heal quickly. Did you think your injuries were serious? Your ankle was sprained, not broken; the cut on your head was superficial, just like the ones on your legs and thighs."
I think back to the night in the forest, and I remember hearing the sound of bone breaking when I twisted my ankle, the feel of blood caressing my skin from the open gash, and I distinctively recall something or someone licking my blood. Or did I?
Could I possibly have a case of Scotomisation? Can I assume that because I heard something like bone-breaking, my mind convinced itself that it was, and I saw what I wanted to see rather than what I didn't want to see?
Perhaps I was dehydrated, delusional, and exhausted. I did run five miles out into the forest; that's almost seventeen football fields. Wait for a second, didn't I take a drink of whatever jungle juice they mixed up? While running all of these theories through my head, I glance up at Daisy.
I am surprised to see confusion and hurt sketched out on her features. Why? Was she confused about my mental state? Was she hurt, that I was going crazy, and she could not do anything to help me? I grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure her that I was alright.
"I was just confused, but things are getting clearer now. I promise you, best friend, I will be back to my normal sarcastic self soon." I laughed. "How about we go walk around in the garden for a bit."
She helped me up from the bed, and she fitted my ankle just felt sprained. I could still walk on it, just slowly. We went through the bedroom's double doors and made a left down a long hallway. The house was enormous, judging by the hallway's width and how many chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
The walls were decorated in burgundy and brown wallpaper, with paintings hanging every few feet down the walls on both sides. They were not just regular paintings either; they were from well-renowned painters. I saw Rembrandt, Van Gough, Claude Monet, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, to name a few. His parents must collect art; he doesn't look like the type to appreciate this kind of greatness.
I stop in front of the drawing from Dante's Inferno, and I am entranced. It's the map of hell, and judging by the parchment it's drawn on, it's old. But surely anything this valuable would not be out in the open. All the original drawings done by Sandro Botticelli are in the Vatican library. This has to be a damn good replica.
"I forgot you're a book nerd." Daisy chuckled as she pushed me further down the hall, through a door leading to the patio. We walked, in my case limped, down the stairs and headed towards the picnic bench in the garden. My God, this is the most astonishing thing I had ever seen besides the meadow in my dream.
There must be every flower on God's green earth here, and the aroma is to die for. Just the perfect blend of sweet and spice, and I can just sit out here every day for the rest of my life, maybe? Daisy brings out two Kit-Kats, and I grin. My girl knows me like the back of her hand.
"Have you gone home yet? Has my mom called?" I asked her.
"I have been here the whole time hanging out with Conner and Damien. Your mom did call earlier today. She and Lucas are going out of town until Monday. Something about going to a concert and staying with his friends." She shrugged.
Lord Douchebag, also known as Lucas, thinks he is some musician, but the fucker is straight-up tone-deaf. They're probably checking out some stupid ass local punk rock band, fucking idiot. My mom doesn't even like that kind of music, but she is all for it since dumb ass wants to go.
I guess I am staying here until Monday. Great, someone just digs me a grave now. Despite the conclusion I came to earlier, I still can't shake this feeling that he is essential. I need to investigate him; it's time for me to embrace my weird obsession with him.
She's a stalker for five hundred, Alex.
"So, Elijah has a pretty big house. What does his family do?" I ask and try to make my tone casual.
"His family is one of the founders of this town; his lineage can be traced back almost fifteen generations. His family is considered Royal in this town, and they own several companies, times shares, stocks, and bonds throughout this country. A member of the Aldolfo Clan will always have a seat on the Council. Elijah is currently head of the family." She gave me a knowing smile.
No wonder he acts so superior, and above everyone, the guy is practical, no, is a prince. My mom, done up and moved us into some bullshit. I am not going to lie; I am feeling insecure right now; I mean, how can he want me? Besides a snarky attitude, sarcasm, low bank account, and future lousy credit, I have nothing to offer.
What's funny is none of these things ever bothered me before. Come to think about it, I never really thought of being with someone. Now, don't get me wrong, I will stare a fine ass guy down, but no guy has ever been more than a friend or just a handsome face I admired.
"Is Elijah dating anyone?" I just had to ask, I did not think I was worthy of him, but I damn sure didn't want anyone else to be more than I was.
"That is not my business to tell. Why do you want to know?"
Not her business to tell? Bitch is acting like I am asking for his medical history; I just want the info on any competition. Indeed, a girlfriend would understand that. The thought of another woman touching him makes my insides hurt. I almost feel like vomiting as I continue to think about it. I try to focus on Daisy's face to dislodge the unwanted feeling.
"I certainly, do not want to put you in a compromising position. I can tell you are uncomfortable with that subject; I was just curious, that is all. I am staying at Elijah's house for the whole weekend; I just thought I knew more about the guy. I definitely, don't want another girl coming over and getting the wrong idea." I laughed to brush off nausea.
"Whatever you say, Helena." She placed her arm around my shoulders.
I was about to say something to her when I got a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. I nearly doubled over from the pain if Daisy wasn't there to hold me up. This felt like someone was kicking my abdomen repeatedly. The feelings accompanying the pain did not make it any better; in fact, they left me confused.
I felt arousal, forced pleasure, disgust, revenge, all swirling inside of me. Someone was getting pleasured, but this person was twisting their arm to like it, and there was a hint of revenge behind it. Whoever this was, they were putting themselves through this for revenge. I can't explain how I knew this or got those feelings. But they evaporated so quickly; I thought I must have imagined it.
What the hell was that?
"What did you feel, Helena?" Her tone almost made me feel like there was more to that question than the obvious.
"I just got a cramp in my stomach; my period might be coming on."
"Are you sure? That's all you felt."
"Yes, why are you so worried? You just said I was healing fine." I reminded her.
"You're right; still, let's get you back in the house and some food in you."
I started to stand up when my head snapped in the direction of the patio doors. Don't ask me how I knew, but I just knew Elijah was coming, and I couldn't wait to see him. I missed him. It felt like we'd been separated for days instead of hours.
My excitement turned to horror when he came through the door arm and arm with Miranda. That nauseous feeling came back tenfold, and I was in acute pain. Not just physically but emotionally. I was hurt to see him with her. I felt like the little kid that found out Santa Claus didn't exist.
I let out a small whimper, and his gaze turns to me while Daisy tightens her grip. She has a disapproving look on her face directed at Elijah, but he just smiles. He wrapped his arms around Miranda's waist, pulled her close to him while palming her ass, leaned in, and planted a kiss on her lips.
Bitch, I am seeing red right now. I am so distraught over this sight I can quite literally commit vehicular manslaughter on these two. My stomach starts churning while the rage and despair chew at me, killing me from the inside. The odor coming from them is so displeasing a chalky taste starts to develop in my mouth. I turn my face away from Daisy, and I vomit.
I was shaking so badly; I thought I was having a seizure. I can hear Elijah's running footsteps coming towards me, his hand is on my back within seconds, and the contact immediately makes me feel better.
"Helena, are you alright?" He genuinely sounded concerned.
I wiped the saliva running down my chin away before turning to him, and some of my anger seemed to slip away. After all, he was consoling me and left that whore's side the moment he saw my distress. Fuck that; how dare he bring her here?
"Why is she here?" I snarled
"You, human pet. Why are you here?" She stalked towards me.
"Miranda, you may leave." He hissed.
She looked shocked that he ordered her away, and I couldn't help the smug smile I let form on my face. That's right, you useless sex puppet. He is mine.
"As you wish." She bowed her head.
He turned to me, "Are you jealous? Does it hurt you to see me touch another woman?"
The hell it does.
"The smell you two created is the only thing that made me hurt. The rejection made me lash out colder than I intended. I would rather sniff monkey-shit for the rest of my life than experience that again. Why would I be jealous of a country bumpkin and his pumpkin princess."
Perhaps, you wish, you were the princess I was fucking." He leaned into my neck, inhaling my scent. "The smell of your rage is luxurious, be careful; I will break your cunt." He whispered.
Blessed mother of Jesus, hear my prayer.
The nine circles of hell do not have shit on this guy. I felt like Icarus, ignoring instructions, flying too close to the sun, only to fall out of the sky, into the sea to drown.
"Get fucked, Elijah." I pulled myself off of the bench with Daisy's help. We started walking towards the stairs to the patio, but I didn't get far before I felt Elijah turning me around and crushing me into his chest. He pulled my chin up so I could meet his gaze.
"Perhaps, you know how I felt about that fucking pizza guy. You wanted to fuck with me, darling, and I don't play those kinds of games. The only game I am interested in playing is tasted the little human, and guess what, you're the MVP. Be careful what you say to me, even if it is in your dreams."
What are the super-soak wet panties? Did he just say?
Status de energia semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Pedra de
Poder