Unholy | Noah Sebastian

|Chapter Eight|

"Why are we back here?" I ask Noah. He stands beside me on the side of the highway where my car ran off the road. Tire marks down the hill in the dirt, and the guardrail is bent into an odd angle. It was painful looking at this spot, I don't know why this is the second time he's been here with me.

"Sometimes dreams are a way of processing things we aren't ready to face in the light of day," I watch him talk, mesmerized by the way his mouth looks when he speaks. His voice is soft, comforting, melodic.

"I don't think about the wreck at all," I tell him, indignantly. He doesn't seem to believe me as he takes my hand and walks me down the hill. My car is there, upside down, with me suspended by the seatbelt, blood drips off my nose at the odd angle.

"No, this doesn't bother you at all?" he asks, watching me carefully. He's watching for my face to change, but I keep it blank. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Let's make a deal," I say, and I don't know who is talking, but it's certainly not me. Noah lifts a beautiful eyebrow on his ethereal face.

"I promise nothing, but what are your terms," he says reluctantly.

"How about I "deal" with my wreck if you tell me why you are here. Tell me why you are always around," I proposition him, I should be getting something out of this interaction.

He laughs, full belly laugh, he even places a tattooed hand on his stomach to contain it. I don't know what it means, and he laughs too long for me to understand the joke.

"What makes you think you have any leverage here?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think you can hurt me. We are in a dream, I might as well try to get answers if you are just going to follow me around," I cross my hands over my chest, his eyes follow the motion, while a smirk plays on his lips.

He doesn't answer me, he just reaches out and pinches my arm. I shrink back from him, rubbing the spot.

"Hey! That hurt!"

"No, it didn't, just showing you I could do you harm if I wanted to," he shrugs, but doesn't accept my trade.

"Then I guess we will just have to stare at each other until my alarm goes off," I challenge him and he takes a step closer to me. It's menacing, and he towers above me. My heartrate kicks up, but it's not out of fear. He's so close and intimidating, his dark eyes bore into me while he holds fury just beneath the surface. I don't look away, because somehow I know he's not going to hurt me. He's had a thousand chances.

He reaches out and pushes my hair behind my ear, my teeth rake against my bottom lip and I watch his tongue dart out to wet his own lips. It's the closest he's been to me, and gods I wish he would kiss me.

What? No, I don't. He's been stalking me. I take several steps back and it effectively breaks the spell we were under. Noah looks out in the distant, he can hear my alarm a second before I do. I know it's time for me to go. Noah gives me a sardonic smile as he waves sarcastically at me.

"Hey boss, let's go get coffee," Allison says, sticking her head in my office. I didn't usually have more than one cup of coffee, it made me jittery, but the dreams were getting more and more vivid. Every night Noah showed up in my sleep, taking me back to the wreck and asking me new questions about what happened there.

"I don't know what you want from me!" I yell at him. I wanted to go back to him being quiet and me never quite reaching him. However, those days seemed long gone. He was alive here, somehow. He didn't feel like a dream, it felt like we were in another dimension. I could feel things here, taste them, smell them, hear them.