When Secrets Run Out

Dreams and Nightmares

Elijah's POV

     The air around me is warm and comfortable, and I find myself leaning back, resting against something below me. I look around in confusion, until I see Oliver standing ot the right of me, his body pressed against the door as his butterscotch eyes watch the bed as I rest along it.

"You look rested." Comes his voice across the space between us, and the deepness of it makes me gulp before nodding my head, my voice empty and weak at his gaze.

His slim strong body walks towards me, and my mouth falls open, chest increasing its rise and fall, and a veiny smooth finger, touches the top button of his shirt. I watch him fiddle with it for a second, and I bu the my lip in anticipation, not taking a second to think for a moment about what's happening or why.

His hands finally begin to work, and my eyes are glued to the statue before me as he slowly reveals his gleaming perfect skin from beneath his clothing. When I study the seemingly perfect skin of his abdomen, I see scars, and tiny imperfections, that complete his perfect image in my mind.

His body still brings him closer to me, his hands halfway down his torso as he tortures me with his slow sinful fingers, making me watch as he undresses before me. His butterscotch eyes don't leave my body as he finally comes within touch, only barely, stopping before me. I know that if I reach forward just a little, my finger tips could scrape against his body softly, but I stay put, my hands shaking slightly at the idea of touching someone I had assumed would always be off limits.

My breath is shaking as his hands finally undo the last of his shirt, the soft fabric falling form his wide broad shoulders smoothly before falling almost silent to the ground, though my eyes are already occupied again.

My mouth fights to stay closed at the sight of his muscles, sculpted chest, his skin warm and inviting, and my hand twitches softly, wishing I was able to reach out and touch it. Wondering if it was a soft to the touch as it looked. As if he knew what I was thinking, he steps forward, only a inch, but enough for me to reach out and graze his stomach with my fingers easily if I wanted to. And I wanted to.

And for once, instead of overthinking, I allow my hand to raise, and with a breath thats barely holding on by a thread, I touch his skin, the warmth of it soothing to me like a sweet summer song.

His abs shutter beneath my touch, and when I look up, I expect to see the same soft, smothering look of lust, but instead I'm stopped short by the cold dead look of disgust. Raw and true. The feeling it causes makes my gasp for breath as he jerks away from my fingertips, his lip curled in distaste.

"Don't fucking touch me. You're no one. I am everything and have been since the beginning of time. Who are you to expect love from me?" I was in horror as he spits at me, no sight of the loving amused Vampire that nursed my freezing body back to health. His eyes are red, bleeding and burning as if trying to light me on fire.

I lift my hand to beg him not to go, to let me stay, to apologize, anything, but my mouth makes no sound as the world turns to dark.

The tears on my face feel like they're enough to drown me, so when a hand touches my shoulder, I collapse on myself, my don loud and broken as I open my eyes, only to find butterscotch ones looking down at me in worry.

"Elijah. Elijah, wake up. You're alright, you haven't come to any harm. I'm right beside you, no need to call my name." I watch with blurred vision as he looks down into my soul, his brows pulled together, his lips drawn down, and I look away in shame.

Of course.

He's just as ashamed and embarres now as he was in my dream. The man touches me a few times, and gets my body hot, and I spiral. Thinking and overthinking until I can't tell right from up.

A finger pulls my head back to look at Oliver, and when I do, hes quick to speed before I can pull away. "There's no need to fear. I won't ever hurt you."

The words make my pull into myself, my body curling around my legs as I hug them to my chest. I'm so pathetic. Now he even has to assure me that he won't hurt me, go out of his way to cater to a whiny insecure human, after waiting his whole life for the perfect soulmate.

I ruined that dream for him and here I am, making it worse.

"I'm sorry." Is all I say before I turn around, pulling my legs to my chest once more.

There's a pause in the air, but then everything settles once Oliver lays back down beside me, and I breath a sigh of relief that he didn't ask any other questions. My relief is short lived when I think about what I've done, and as I close my eyes and pray to be carried off to sleep so my mind can finally rest, tears soak my pillow, pooling in the fabric below my cheek.

How naive could I be to believe that something this special could happen to me?

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Does anyone feel like this is rushed or forced, or does it run alongside the pace of the rest of the book?

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