Maker, maker

Dreamland

My dream was deep, immersive like a memory. I stood in an alley, facing a taller man with his blond hair tousled to fall over one of his piercing blue eyes. He looked young, but with an air of age around him.

There was a weird mixture of lust and passion bubbling away behind the blue eyes as he pushed me against the wall, placing his face into my neck and breathing in my scent. "You're going to be mine forever and rule by my side." His face turned stone cold as he lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit into it.

The blood ran down his arm as he pushed it closer to my mouth. "Drink." He ordered before grabbing the back of my neck and pushing it into my mouth. I attempted to push him off, but it looked like my struggles weren't ever bothering him.

"Now, hold still." I paused frozen in place while he briefly backed off to pick up an empty beer bottle. I don't want to know where this goes... My body went into over drive; I took off sprinting down the network of alleys that didn't seem to stop. One final turn and I had spotted the one that led to the road.

"Boo!" The guy grabbed me as I ran straight into him, smashing the bottle off the wall. He plunged it straight into my neck before I could react. The sense of a lack of breath came over me as I clutched to the point of entry, attempting to remove the glass shards.

Each gentle pull on one sent a new wave of pain through my body, before I crumpled to the ground and couldn't move anymore. I felt my human life slipping away, being pushed out by something stronger. Something better.

My eyes shot open to the scene of Caleb pulling into the car park of a 3* hotel. His face was filled with concern as I pushed all thoughts of Jensen from my head. "Kathy? You okay? Was it a bad dream?" I shook my head, looking out the window. "No, I'm fine. Where are we?"

He nodded at the hotel in front of us. "A small city called Portadown. Not far from the M1, in case we need to tuck tail and run." We made our way up the steps and into the lobby.

Inside were huge, shiny marble walls with deep red carpets. Book shelves and sofas spaced evenly between the windows with smaller armchairs and coffee tables spread around the floor. The small woman behind the desk smiled as we strolled across the room to her.

"Hello, a room for two?" Her hands flew across the keyboard. She paused for a second. "I'm afraid we only have the penthouse suit left. It is £2,400 per night. Would that be any good to you?" I glanced at Caleb who squeezed my hand gently. "Yes, that would be great. However, we just spent a lot of money on our wedding so we would need to get the money transferred from my dad's account. That wouldn't be a problem would it?"

He stared at her, holding her eye contact. He did it in a way that made me a little bit jealous. It took a minute until she shook her head and went into the back. She returned with the key card to the penthouse. "No problem, enjoy your stay." We took our room key and slid silently into the elevator.