Awaken Demons: Stheno

Chapter II

CHAPTER II: Thoughts

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I woke up covered in sweat.

Anxious, still breathing hard, both of my hands covered my face. Sat on the comfy mattress, I tried to relax my tense and nervous frame and, once I was calmer, I let my body fall back on the soft bed and pillow.

Rubbing my forehead, I removed the remaining beads of sweat, the same moment I turned to my right to see the electronic clock indicate the 4:37 am. Sighing, trying to recompose myself, my eyes closed for a brief moment, but it was short cut by my dried throat.

Incredibly thirsty, I made my way to the kitchen, my feet led me quite tiredly. Opening one of the cabinets, I filled one of the crystal glasses with tap water. So deep into my thoughts, I didn't even realized someone was there too until we nearly collided. Taking a deep breath, with a hand over my heart I scolded him, "Gosh Emmett! What are you doing in here?"

He chuckled, closing the plastic bottle of water he took from the fridge, "Sorry to scare you, but I can ask you the same question."

He got me there, but his eyes drank in my appearance, frowning in the process, "Are you okay? You look pale and troubled." I shook my head, confirming his worry. Just few people, actually you could count them with your fingers, were aware of my 'sleeping problems'. "A nightmare?" Emmett suggested, but he already knew the answer.

"Yeah." The word slipped past my lips as a breath. "Do you wanna speak about it?" I wasn't sure about his proposal, it was too complicated to even try to explain it.

Emmett offered me his bottle of water. Taking it, I drank it up. I seriously needed it, and the previous glass didn't satiate me. His black eyebrows rose in surprise, brown eyes wide.

Taking the empty bottle, I raised one of my done brows curiosity, since he seemed astonished. Sat on one of the stools of our Italian kitchen, Em positioned himself in front of me, on the other side of the worktop. His arms crossed on the table, supporting his weight on the Carrara marble of the counter.

He looked intrigued, but didn't utter a word. "What?" I asked a bit annoyed, reason unknown, maybe because he was still staring at me like a creep. He shook his head, shrugged and finally sighed, "How was it?"

"This one wasn't a simple nightmare, I felt like it had a deep meaning."

My packmate seemed taken back, not expecting my answer, but before he could say something, I continued my explanation. "First I found a girl who had no eyes, nose or lips, nothing. Suddenly she started crying, asking for my help, begging me to save her brother, who I'm suppose to know. After our strange meeting, I was in a different place, and the three nightmare's guardians appeared."

Taking a deep breath, I went on with the story, "Girdiwa told me I was going to meet someone special, and they brought me to a guy called Lucius, I know I have met him in the past. No one answered my questions, he just told me he was correlated to Dux Ducis. The dream ended with the execution of my sister and mother, and I woke up because someone chopped my head off."

Emmett looked stunned for a second, "Why the three of them appeared? Wasn't it one of them every time?" Oh, silly me, I forgot the best part, "I asked the same question, receiving as an answer my father invoked them."

He actually froze for a moment too long, he was a werewolf too, so he got the idea, "That means he's an hybrid and comes from a royal family, how is that even possible?" I shrugged, knowing his worry, "And how is that even possible he's alive? He's dead, yet, if he was an hybrid, I'd have been one too, which I already am for my parents, but a third grade? Or even fourth? That's crazy."