My Werewolf Mate and My Vampire Best Friend

The Reality of Dreams

Reality of Dreams

December 8, 2012

Everything around me felt fake. My eyes were closed, eye lids screwed down tightly not letting me see my surroundings, so I had to rely solely on what I felt. I could feel a crunch beneath my feet, guessing it was dirt that was seeping in between my toes. The wind was hot and sticky, letting me know it was very humid. It brushed by me quickly, causing my cloths to fly upwards. I guess I was wearing a dress.

I peeled my eyes open, bracing myself for the white, hot light that would stream into my eyes the second I opened them, but to my astonishment I saw nothing. At first I thought I was going blind since I didn't see anything. I soon realized that it was just dark. It was pitch dark where ever I was.

Slowly my eyes started to adjust to the darkness. I could now see that I was wearing a very light, white dress. It flowed in the air freely and barley resembled a night gown, with how thin it was. My dark brown hair, tinted with a dark shade of red, cascaded down my back, strands falling into my eyes. I tucked a thick piece of hair behind my ears, so that it would no longer prohibit my vision. I swooped my surroundings with my dull, brown eyes, coming up with nothing.

I was sweating profusely now, scared for an unknown reason. I felt like there was something lurking in the darkness. I took hesitant steps as I looked around for a sign of where I could possibly be. I started to shiver as goose bumps blossomed all over my tanned skin. I held myself, rubbing my arms to try and warm myself up, but I only got colder.

Then a gust of wind shot by, making my hair fly up into the air. Everything went into an eerie standstill, and at that moment it was like I realized something. My eyes widened, and I felt like I was losing control of my body to some unknown force. The force was pushing me backwards, almost making me fall to the ground. I felt it pulling me towards what was behind me.

I turned around to see what was behind me, and when I turned around, a hundred feet away from me, I saw rocks poking out of the ground. I couldn't really see them all that well since it was pitch black, so I moved closer to the objects to get a better look at them.

I started to walk towards the objects in the distance, hesitantly putting one foot in front of the other. I walked slowly, swaying back and forth as the wind picked up speed. Now, I could see the objects a little bit better. I squinted my eyes, as if it would help me see the objects in the distance, but it didn't help me at all.

I was a few yards away when I realized it was a grave yard. It was the last bed that the dead people would lay in. There were many head stones in the grave yard, but there was a question that really stuck out in my mind.

Why was I in a grave yard?

After I gathered myself I looked at the grave yard with more detail. The architecture was really rather beautiful, even the smaller, simpler stones were gracious monuments to the dead. Most of the head stones were a dark gray color and were speckled with pieces of black and white. Some were blocked at the top and others were rounded, and every stone had some kind of message enscribed into it, wether it was with blocked or loopy letters. Then there were the monuments that stood out among the others. Awe striking sculptures were dedicated to a select few, and one of them stood out the most.

To get to the tall statue I had to walk to the center of the grave yard. I looked down at the base of the statue, where the plaque should have been, but my vision was mysteriously obscured. So I looked up at the statue that I saw earlier, and I was paralyzed by its beauty. I was captured like a still life painting in that moment. The statue was of a beautiful girl. It almost made me think of myself. She wore a robe that resembled something a Greek God would wear. It hung off her shoulders, leaving them bare. She had thick wavy hair that trailed down her back, a muscular body and a big sword that was pointed up in the air towards the heavens. But, all of those things aren't what made her stand out. It was the fact that she was made out of pure silver,making her look more like a decoration than a monument.

After I admired the silver lady for a bit longer I decided to look back down at the plaque again. This time when I looked down at the plaque my vision was no longer obscured, but maybe my vision being obscured wasn't such a bad thing. Because what I saw horrified me. My mouth was open, eyes as large as plates and my hands were curled into fists at my side, as I tried to walk backwards. I felt like my mind was playing a trick on me, so I stood my ground and reread the curly letters. I wasn't mistaken, I had read every single letter correctly.

'Adrasteia Ann McKinley.'

That is what the stone read, but what really bothered me is that it said I only had eight months to live.

"Hey," said a voice above me. At first it scared me, since I thought the statue was talking to me, but when I looked up I saw a boy sitting on the statue. Well, he wasn't really a boy, but he was a young, hot looking man. He looked to be around seventeen, with his light brown hair and vibrant green eyes. He was also very muscular. I could tell by the size of his biceps and his abdomen muscles that shown through his blue shirt, but I couldn't tell if he had a six or eight pack. I wouldn't have minded finding out either. "Like what you see?"

I guess he could tell that I was checking him out by the question he asked. His question also caused my face to heat up in a pink tinge. "No," I spat at him, crossing my arms across my chest. I knew, he knew that I was lying because of the cocky smirk he showed me.

"I can stop this from happening," he said, gesturing to my name on the plaque.

That brought my attention back to serious matters. I scowled at him, now wary about his presence. "Who the hell are you," I snapped, defensively.

He jumped down from the statue, fifteen feet to the ground, and stood two feet in front of me. "The names Lucius, but you can call me Luke, princess," Luke said, with his face a few inches away from mine.

I pulled my head away from his face and glared at him. "Lucius stay away from me."

"Adrasteia you can end this when ever you like." I had begun to walk away from him, but what he said got my attention.

"What are you talking about? And don't ever call me that again." He was becoming very frustrating, and frankly I didn't what to hear some jerk talk nonsense to me.

"What, your name?" He asked innocently. Then he smirked darkly at me. "Your vampire name. Adrasteia."

"How did you-."

"I know a lot of things about you," he said, huskily into my ear. He was an inch away from face now, and I felt like he was going to kiss me. I don't think I could have stopped him even if he did, but instead he tucked my hair back behind my ear. "You have such a pretty face." He said it so lightly that I don't think I was suppose to hear his words. " So, what am I supposed to call you?" He asked cupping my face with one of his hands, gazing at me with his brilliant, green eyes.

"Addy." I was about to lose it just from his touch. It felt so nice, almost like it was forbidden.

"Very american. It suits you." He started stroking my cheek, grazing his thumb on the surface of my skin. "My promise will always stand. Remember that, Addy."

With that he walked away, leaving me standing there frozen in place. Then I started to hear a ring. "Lucius?" He turned around to look at me, obviously not happy I used his real name. "What's the ringing?"

He smirked at me, letting me know that that was a stupid question. "About your question you asked earlier." He gave a look that reminded me of pure admiration. "Your dreaming, Addy."

I'm what? Did I just hear him right? He said that I was dreaming. Suddenly everything went black.