When Nightmares Become Reality

Chapter 22

"So is that a yes," I asked my still unknown tormentor.

"Is it? I may or may not be your father, but does that really matter? I don't think that is why you called me to your dream," his voice spoke.

"More like nightmare," I mumbled. Quickly clearing my throat, I spoke again, "You are right it doesn't matter much, but I do need something to call you."

"Just call me X, for now," X chuckled. His chuckle was inviting. It was pleasant to hear. I found myself wanting to make him laugh again.

"Am I going to get a face to look at or am I stuck staring around in this dark dingy room," I questioned. Lights filled the room. I looked around and it was as if I was somewhere else. I was in a huge study. Books covered the walls. There was a dark brown wooden desk to my right. In front of me was two soft, red, chairs. In one chair, a tall pale man sat. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin was flawless. Aside from the evil personality, he is rather attractive.

"Is this really you or is it another trick," I joked.

"It is really me. I don't see the point in hiding anymore, because you and I both know why you are here," X admitted.

"Wow, you don't look like the shadow thing that stabbed me a few days ago. I was expecting somebody much older and evil looking. Definitely wasn't expecting you to look like a model," I commented. I walked over and sat across from him.  He just smirked, clearly satisfied with my observation.

"Sorry my employee hasn't learned how to treat a lady yet. As far as the looks go, well, it's always the pretty ones that are the most dangerous," he joked.

"There's nothing more dangerous than a pretty man's charm," I agreed.

"Or pretty lady's, which is why I feel like you could be the most dangerous woman alive," X teased.

"Yeah, that and the fact I am the most powerful witch ever. I mean let's face it, I have the power to destroy or conquer the universe, including any and every supernatural world. All the witches together couldn't beat me and I'm not even fully trained," I told him.

"I know," he smirked, "so, Elena, let's get down to business. You know I want you to join forces with me and take over the worlds and so on, but what are you here to offer me?"

I thought over what I was about to do. "Would you like some whiskey," he asked as he was pouring himself some. I nodded my head.

"Look, I want you to let Sam go," I bluntly explained.

"I thought you said you could care less about her," he commented, referring to the last time we spoke.

"I lied," I told him.

"Dreams don't lie, dear," he smiled.

"In case you haven't notice, I am a freak of nature, you know with my unnatural amount of power and all. What makes you think the dream laws apply to me," I argued, "Besides let's just say you are right and I do hate her, what purpose does she serve you now?"

"Good point. Either way I am not releasing her until you come for your great rescue to save her," X stated.

"What if I don't come," I pointed out.

"I kill her."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. Speaking of that, you have two days left before I get better bait and kill Sam."

"Better bait?"

"Yeah, like the great older brother, Chris, maybe the best werewolf guy friend, what's his name? Oh yeah, Shawn." His gorgeous smile twisted into a sinister one. I tried to keep a composed face as I starred into his evil eyes. "Maybe the human best friend, Emily or maybe one of your lover boys," he suggested.