Dream Awake

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This short story I wrote many years ago. It is a continuation of Blood Promise. Chapter 27, p. 442 and onwards. It's my imagination of how I wanted Rose and Dimitri's future to possibly be. Hope you like it.

Blood Promise - Chapter 27

Dream Awake.

There was a rush of heat and that feeling of someone reaching into my mind. Only it wasn't Oksana. It was Avery, and she was doing some serious investigation of my thoughts and memories. I understood now what Oksana meant about it being invasive and a violation. It wasn't just looking through someone's eyes; it was spying on their most intimate thoughts.

And then, the world around me dissolved. I stood in a room I didn't recognise. For a moment, I thought I was back in Galina's estate. It certainly had that right, expensive feel to it. But no. After a moment's examination, I realised this wasn't the same at all. The furnishings were different. Even the vibe was different. Galina's home had been beautiful, but there had been a cold, impersonal feel to it. This place was inviting, and clearly well loved. The plush couch had a quilt thrown haphazardly in its corner, as though someone – or maybe tow someones – had been cuddling underneath it. And while the room wasn't messy, exactly, there were scattered objects- books, framed photos – that indicated this room was actually used an wasn't just for show.

I walked over to a small bookshelf and picked up one of the framed photos. I nearly dropped it when I saw what it was. It was a picture of Dimitri and me – but I had no memory of it. We stood arm in arm, leaning out faces together to make sure we both got in the shot. I was grinning broadly, and he too wore a joyous smile, one I'd hardly ever seen on him. It softened some of the protective fierceness that usually filled his features and made him look sexier than I'd ever imagined. A piece of that soft brown hair had slipped his ponytail and lay on his cheek. Beyond us was a city that I immediately recognised: Saint Petersburg. I frowned. No, this was definitely a picture that couldn't exist.

I was still studying it when I heard someone walk into the room. When I saw who it was, my heart stopped. I set the photo back on the shelf with shaking hands and took a few steps back.

It was Dimitri.

He wore jeans and a casual red T-shirt that fit the lean muscles of his body perfectly. His hard was down loose and slightly damp, like he'd just gotten out of the shower. He held two mugs and chuckled when he saw me.

"Still not dressed?" he asked, shaking his head "They're going to be here any minute."

I looked down and saw that I wore plaid flannel pyjama bottoms and a tank top. He handed me the mug, and I was too stunned to do anything but take it. I peered into it – hot chocolate – and then looked up at him. There was no red in his eyes, no evil on his face. Only gorgeous warmth and affection. He was my Dimitri, the one who'd loved and protected me. The one with a pure heart and soul..

"Who...who's coming?" I asked.

"Lissa and Christian. They're coming for brunch." He gave me a puzzled look. "Are you okay?"

I looked around, again taking in the comforting room. Through the window, I saw a backyard filled with trees and flowers. Sunshine spilled through onto the carpet. I turned back to him and shook my head. "What is this? Where are we?"

His confused expression now turned into a frown. Stepping forward, he took my mug and set his and mine on the shelf. His hands rested on my hips, and I flinched but didn't break away-how could I when he looked so much like my Dimitri?

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