Dreams Awakened

Chapter 11 - A Nightmare In Dreamland

"Come closer." I follow the seductive voice. "Touch me." My hand trails down his chest. "Kiss me." He whispered down my neck. I find his lips, but seeing his face. His electric blue eyes, his sexy smirk, his face made me snap out of it.

Seeing me unhypnotized his facial expression changes. Anger and rage now on Damon's face. Using his hands, he grabs my throat and pins me to the wall. My feet dangle and I try to kick, epic fail. I claw at his hand, no use.

"Poor, A-ya. Who's the helpless one now." A guy said while coming out of the shadows. Behind him, well more like attached to him, wings. Wings the color of Night. "That's enough, Damon." Damon let's go and I fall, gasping, to the ground.

"I'm not A-ya." I tell Kalona.

"Oh, A-ya, you can't fool me. Now to finish what I started." Kalona puts his hands on my body, making me shiver.

"No!!" I yell.

Jumping and screaming put of bed, Zoey sits up. I control my breathing and apologize.

"Nightmare?" She asked, I only nod. "Two guys, one with wings?" I look at her and nod again. "Called you A-ya and then killed you when he realized you weren't A-ya?" My body forced my head to nod instead of shaking my head for no.

"Try going to bed with someone who is the opposite sex. Stark told me it helps people with nightmares, people can't corrupt them. After Stark died my nightmares stopped, like he's with me all the time now. Just not physically. Yet." Zoey suggested.

I nod again, afraid that if I open my mouth I'll spill my guts to her. Which wouldn't help me at all. Even though nothing could make my life worse.

Zoey smiles and we both lay back down. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Voices take over. Screaming, whispering, screeching, heavy on my neck and down my ears.

I sit up in bed, opening my eyes, and standing up. Zoey's eyes closed, I pull on my converse and throw on my black sweater. I open the door as quite as humanly possible and tiptoe down the stairs. Making it out the door without any eyes falling on me.

I take step after step on the concrete sidewalk. Hearing a step besides my own, I turn around cautiously. Green eyes and brown hair himself.

"Well if it isn't my favorite student. What are you doing walking out at this hour?" Loren Blake, my poetry professor, asked. He was wearing no shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"I couldn't sleep, thought I'd take a walk. You?" I ask as we walk side by side.

"I was grading papers at the library. You know I read that if a person sleeps with the opposite sex no one can corrupt their dreams."

"I know. Zoey told me that." I said.

"I'm familiar with the girl." He said.

"No crap. You slept with her while she was dating Erik Night. You practically tore them apart." I laugh.

"And I tore you and him apart too, didn't I?" I detected hurt, concern, understating in his voice. But overall, I felt the sadness in his voice.

"We weren't together. Not officially. I'm still not over my ex, not yet." I look down at the ground. Squeeze my eyes tight, letting the tears fall.

"Don't cry." Loren picks my head up and I look into his green eyes.

"It hurts, Loren." I cry.

"I know." He craddled me into his arms. "I know, I'm sorry. Its okay, I've got you." Loren smoothed my hair as I cried over Damon.

A yawn breaks the sound of my sobs. I felt his body shake when he chuckled. He pulled me so I could see his smile. Loren put his arm around my shoulder and guided me while we walked. I didn't know where we were going, but I felt kinda safe with Loren.