Descendant's Curse

Descendant' Curse: Chapter3

Delilah having the empath sympathy for her brother made her heart ache, as time was ticking down, she knew when something was heavy on her mind it meant life or death, but in this dream was something different that would put her mind at ease.

She explained her dream to Dahmer in vivid details even mentioning how her dresses turned colors. As she stood in the field her dress was long and white and as she entered the church it was a 1800s red dress.
"What shade of red?" her brother asked as he relaxed in his office chair"
"All I know is that it was red and ugly." She said as she paced back and forth in front of him
He already knew what they dream meant, Delilah could she the considering yet knowing look on his face and what it meant.
" After midnight tonight, I'll get on a plane to Spain for a few days and return with the answer to your dream."

As she left her brother's home that day she began to put her mother's gospel magic to use. She picked a room on the second floor that wasn't far from where she sleep and filled it with birds of different kinds and spices along with flowers her mother offered used.

The midnight hour was creeping upon Dahmer as he entered into a club he could his target who's dreams he had been invading for months, with sexual intentions. Her name was Olivia, just like his first love who unfortunately, was his first victim. He watched as she teased him dancing in a long jean dress that resembled a dress with long heeled boots he liked how the boots complimented her long legs. Her hair was a brownish red that hanged at her waistline and flowed as she danced. He accompanied her inching away from one another feeling each other's breath and they danced and grind on one another.

As time was inching closer her lead her outside and opened the passenger door for her to climb into his Jeep Wrangler. As they reached the house she was amazed. He carried her inside while holding her heels in one hand. Upon entering the house she amazed with the design.
" This place is amazing is beautiful." Olivia said she only seen houses like this on tv and now felt heaven bound to be standing in one.
"I built it from the ground up, inspired by Madam C.J Walker's mansion."
" Seriously?" she asked as she was sort what impressed by his answer.
She followed him to the kitchen where he poured her a cup of famous wine.
" I never tasted wine like this before it's very sweet and smooth."
He loved how she was modest and humbled, after all those are his type. As it was almost midnight he hated the endless of falling for her voice and beauty was coming to an end.

He lead her up to the room. His speakers began to play Ella Fitzgerald's " Dream Little Dream" plays almost filling the entry house with its sound.
"Sorry, I didn't ask do you listen to jazz?" he asked sounding like a complete gentleman.
"The only jazz I know is Amy Winehouse?" she said she flapped her arms in the air.
"But this song sounds sweet so let it play."
He walks toward and the both lay on the bed he slowly reaches towards her hand and began to hold it.
" Will it be weird to say I dreamt about you?" as she squeezes onto his head.

She notices as she looks at him, his eyes aren't as green as before and are now a brownish green, but she says nothing as to hold onto this moment.

He looks into her eyes, which made him feel pain for he knows what's to come in a few minutes.
" No." he says almost as if his voice was to break
He placed his hand on her chined and kissed her as if he was about to be the one to die. His hand becomes claw like as he reached it into her chest and began to pierce her heart, she inhaled sharply and is holding onto that last air of breath. He can feel her health deteriorating, instead of killing her he just deteriorates her health and she's die in weeks as he gets stronger she's get weaker and die of a heart attack.

He he pulls his hand form her chest the liquid that drips from his sharp nails heals her and closes her back up, leaving a barely notice scar and she falls as if her body shut down. He wipes the body form her chest careful of her clothes as she rest her can bone and muscles getting stronger and his shoulder length hair grown five inches longer, his voice deepen and he felt stronger and lighter as his body advanced.

He hated his male succubus ways and affected referred to himself as a praying mantis. As the morning came Olivia soft voice hurt his heart as she groaned when awake feeling heavily exhausted, she had no memory collection of last night of the terror she almost encountered last night. He drove her home, before she exit he reaches backs and holds a bottle wine he allowed her to taste last night and some roses and she looked at him as if she trust giving a genuinely smile. His next step was to the airport to be flown to Spain something he know he had to do but dread having to do.