I Am Reapers Daughter

9: Ceres: The Dream, Again

Blake could die if he comes into my home? But why?

"What did you do?!" I yelled at my father. "Did you do something to the house, so that Blake can't come in?!"

"Ceres," my mother frowned. "Your father will never do that."

"Why do you hate Blake so much?!" I asked. "And don't lie to me."

"He's a demon," he said. "I asked someone to cast a spell." Blake is a demon, that can't be?

"I hate you," I said. "I don't care if Blake is a demon. You had no rights to cause him harm. And just so you know. I'm dating him so deal with it. And tell whoever put the spell to remove it! Maybe you should go back to where you came from!" I was so furious that I just left the house. My mother called out to me. But I didn't listen. I kept running.

I needed to see Blake. I need to know if he's a demon. As I ran, I began to feel dizzy. Slowing down, I fell as of o was falling backward. Maybe I was. And I think I fainted.

When I woke up, I stared up at a dark smokey sky. I gasp and sat. This dream again. I didn't want to be here; I slap my cheeks a few times. But I wouldn't wake up.

"Please, please, please," I sat there with my eyes close wanting to wake up from his horrible dream.

"Get moving you, humans!" I opened my eyes and looked up. I saw some people. Humans. They were in chains. And someone was leading them. "Move it, slaves!" Slaves? What's going on? That voice. "I said move!" Blake?

I stood up and walked over; I try reaching for him. But my hand went through this wasn't like before. This time they can't see me. The man pulled his hood back. Blake. It was him. Why was he hurting these people? He looked so, angry. A scar ran down his eye and another across his cheek. He was dress in all black. This Blake was an older version. Why? I reached up again knowing I couldn't touch him. Do I see a vision? I don't want to see this anymore.

"Ceres!" Blake, you can see me? "Ceres!" No, he couldn't. His voice sounded distant.

The world around me began to darken. Then, I was back in the real world. Blake looked down at me. I jumped him.

"Ah, it's okay," Blake said. "Why are you crying?" Was I crying? I touched my cheeks. They were wet from my tears.

"You're a demon," I said as I looked around. I was in Blake's room. He must've had found me and brought here. Well, I assume this is his room. I have never seen his room. "Well?"

"How do you know that?" He asked. Crap he doesn't know I'm a reaper. Or maybe he does? I sighed.

"Because I'm different as well," I said. "Well, are you?"

"Yes," he said and kissed me. I kissed him back. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, and I'm sorry for earlier," I said and touched his bandaged cheek. "How's Michael?"

"Its fine and his alright," Blake said. "He's currently taking a nap."

"Oh," I smiled and laid back down. I didn't want to get up. "Your not bad are you? I Mean you're not going to do anything bad to anyone?"

"No," he said. "Of course not."

"So does your mom know?" He shook his head.

"I rather how it is," Blake said and laid next to me.

We laid there just staring at the ceiling. Images from the dream still kept on popping in and out. Especially Blake's older version. If what I saw was a vision. Is that what the future holds. Will this world end like that, being ruled by demons? More importantly, what made Blake change. Why does his expression show so much anger and sadness? I need to know.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked. "You're staring me."

"Oh," how embarrassing.

"I know I'm hot," Blake grin. I chuckled.

I scoot closer Blake wrapped his arms around me. Why do I feel safe with him now? Usually, I would run from him. Now I'm letting him catch me. He was so, warm.

"You being all cuddly," Blake chuckled. "I like it."

"Yeah," I kissed him. He kissed me back. And well things got heated up.

I somehow ended up on top of him. We were kissing. Until I felt his hands under my shirt, running his hand over my back. I couldn't help but let out this strange sound, it was embarrassing.

"Oh," Blake laughed and rolled us over. Now I was underneath him. I felt small under him. He leans down; I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he planted a kiss on my neck. He kept kissing my neck.

Am I going to let it happen? It will be too soon. I smiled not giving it much thinking. A phone broke the moment.

It wasn't mine. I forgot mine when I ran out of the house.

"Hello?" I heard Blake answer, while he kissed me. "Ah, yeah she's here. Alright, your father." He handed me the phone. I grabbed it.

"Hello," I had to stay still since Blake rested his head on my chest. "I'll go home later. I'm still mad." I lied. "Yeah, I'll call you when, so you can pick me up. Okay bye." I hung up.

"So you staying?" Blake ask.

"Yes," I said.

He grins and pins me down. I suppose he wanted to go all the way. But we were interrupted.

"Play tickle," Michael tugged on the bed, wanting to get on. His hair was sticking in all directions. And he had footie pajamas. Blake helped him on.

Michael laid in between us, and yawn. I guess he didn't get enough sleep. I wonder if we were too loud. I cuddle him. He happily snuggles closer. Soon he fell asleep again.

"He must've had known you were here," Blake said laying down.

"Aha," I yawned. "Wow, Michael got me sleepy now."

"Then let's sleep," I nodded. Blake turned the lights off and pulled the blanket over us.

I closed my eyes holding Michael. This time I didn't dream. I slept peacefully.

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Again keep an eye on Michael. His important.

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