I had always been told that love made you feel pain, that no matter what you thought you felt, pain was always the strongest. Yet as I found myself staring into his eyes, I knew that it was not possible. There was no way that I could feel pain, not when his green eyes were looking into mine so fiercely that I thought the world had just slipped away. Breathing seemed an unlikely option, not when he was so close, he took my breath away and I had trouble; trouble clearing my head and controlling my emotions. Myself. I lost myself around him; all I wanted to do was please him. But I knew it was the same for him. He wanted nothing more than to make me happy, I knew that seeing a smile on my face made his heart skip a beat. The boy, this beautiful breath-taking boy in front of me was my soulmate, the one I was made to be with and that would never change. No matter what happened, if I lived or if I died. He was mine and I was his. Fate was fate and we both wanted it that way. I loved him more than life itself, what was life compared to him? Life without him?
There they were again, the dreams that always haunted my sleep. I always dreamt of the same boy, the boy that I needed like I needed air, but I did not have. I did not have him no matter how much my heart ached for him. I knew he existed yet he had no idea of my existence. Or did he? It was impossible; he was not a seer like I was. No way he could tell what the future held for him. It was frightening, to think that I was so attached and dependant on someone that I had only seen in my head. I knew it was not just that, I knew him. With every bone and cell in my body, I knew him; every part of him, all the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. He did not know me and perhaps he would never get to. There was the slightest chance that I would not be held by him, I would not get to press my lips against his, I would not hold his hand in mine. I would not love him in person. No matter what occurred in the dreams…real life did not always catch up. Even if it was meant to. Humans, they changed the course of things and one small mistake could ruin someone forever.
I hummed to myself, trying to get my mind off him. Eventually I succeeded and I went back to sleep, in my unconsciousness I wished that I would see him again, to actually get to talk to him just once, not just look at him. We did not need words to communicate but I felt like it was better if we got to speak, he did not even know my name. He did not come, those dreams did not come, and instead I found myself seeing someone else. A girl. The dream was something I knew was bound to happen at any moment, in my dream it was not like I was with her. It was like I was her. I was her and she was me, but that was not so.
The blonde girl hit the wall and slowly let herself fall to the floor; this was not going to be it for her. It couldn’t be, yet it seemed like it. She was tired and ready to go home, but she knew she wasn’t going to return to her warm bed that night. She slowly raised her head, bright eyes looking at the man in front of her. The man, who had to be only a few years older, looked down at her with a grin and then extended his hand out. If this had happened to her only a few days back, she would have been stupid enough to take it and allow herself to be helped by the enemy, but this was a new her. When the man saw that she was not going to be taking his hand he gave a low growl, the nails in his hand growing longer and turning yellow. It was disgusting, really, and if anyone from her family was to see this, they would have surely lost their lunch at the pure sight. The nails weren’t the worse part. It was what came after; his grin widened and she could see his teeth painfully growing and ending in sharp points, his eyes which had been a dark brown were losing their color and then suddenly turned into a bright gold that burned like the sun if you looked at them for too long. The girl didn’t have to worry about staring into his eyes though, other changes distracted her from doing so. Her gaze moved down to his nose which seemed to push itself into his face and then grow and widen. She pressed herself closer to the wall as the man turned into the beast he had been destined to be. Even though she forced herself to shut her eyes, she could not block out the sounds. Sounds that seemed to drive a knife through her heart even though it wasn’t even her whose bones were bending and snapping. When everything went quiet, time seemed to slow. The girl finally opened her eyes and gasped when she looked at the full werewolf in front of her, it wasn’t even a werewolf. It was a horrible looking thing, a hybrid; a cross between an original vampire and a born-werewolf. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen, to exist…it was forbidden, but yet it was right in front of her and moving closer. What did it matter if the beast wasn’t supposed to exist? In a way, she wasn’t supposed to exist either and he was going to take care of that. Defiance had always been something that came to her easily, but as the beast that wanted nothing more than to kill her came closer, she found herself wanting to be able to walk through walls. Those burning golden eyes, they were the last thing she saw before the pain came and everything turned black.
I opened my eyes with a gasp, what had that been? Such horror and cruelty, yet I had to admit that I admired the girl for being so brave at such a moment. I had no guess if what I had dreamed about was happening at the very same moment or if it was going to happen later on, could I somehow stop it? The girl did not deserve to die. Not like that, the girl was special. She was not supposed to exist. Neither did I, I thought as I looked down at my hands. I was one of a kind, protected from all harm so that I did not see much of the world, yet did I need to? My dreams took me all around the world, showing me everything that was happening and all that was going to happen. I sighed, leaned back down in my bed and looked up at the ceiling. The girl in my recent dream…was I meant to save her? The gifted should have stuck together, against evil. Against the monsters that hunted us, both human and supernatural.
“Perhaps I am meant to go out after all.” I whispered to myself as I finally stood up, my room was plain white, why had I not bothered to change that? I looked in the mirror and sighed at what I saw, pale gray eyes and golden hair. They did not match but I wanted it that way, it was another thing that made me special. I pushed my hair behind my eyes, my ears were always covered by my hair and I only remembered that they were pointed like an elves when I put it up in a ponytail. Another thing I approved about myself. “Well you seem quiet selfish.” I said with a giggle as I stepped away from the mirror.
I was not even half turned when I was sucked into what seemed like another dream.
He was running, running to protect his life or running to save someone? I did not know but I knew that he was in a hurry and needed help. I could tell by the way he was running, not the collected way he usually did when we were out for a run or when we needed to get something. This run only occurred when he was frightened, it did not happen often. It took a lot to scare him. I sensed its presence before he did, looking around without seeing where he was. “No!” I shouted and ran towards him. My soulmate. I kept running but he never saw me, I kept yelling but he never head me. “Turn around! Leave! Please!” I begged over and over again but nothing worked, he fell and I fell with him. This was not a dream, it was what was happening. He needed help and I needed to go to him. Oh but how? I had not left the safety of home in years; my father had wanted it that way. Did it matter what father wanted when he was so far away? When he had left me without caring about my fate? I have to go, I have to save him, I thought over and over again. Nothing else mattered, just my desire to help him and keep him away from harm.
Before I knew it I was out of the dream and running out of my room, towards the door. My feet could not stop and I truly did not want them to, I would not stop until I reached him. That much I had decided.
