The Reality of Unrealistic

25- Remembrance

SONG Drowning, BANKS

"She's going to have to find out, sooner or later. We can't hide this from her. It's destiny!"

"Well we can for now, and destiny? It's her destiny because of you, not me. There's no need to rush into it yet."

"Every second she's oblivious to who she is, there's chance she'll be harmed!"

"Nothing's going to happen."

"Do you not care?"

"Of course I do, it's our daughter! Don't you dare."

"Then at least act like it! She needs to know!"

"If we don't tell her, they'll just tell her themselves."

"She needs to hear it from people who love her. Do you want her to hate us for keeping it to ourselves?"

There was a tire screech, clash and then there was silence.

Darkness.

I rose up in quick motion from wherever I was, and finally opening my eyes I noticed I was dreaming. I struggled to catch my breath.

"Adair! What the hell happened? I caught you before you fell right on the icy ground outside, and you've been out for almost half an hour." Wesley was truly concerned.

He was saying really beautiful stuff and I just dropped to the floor. That's really what happened?

Finally breathing correctly, "I don't know what happened. I just dreamt  of-- it was not just a dream.." I couldn't complete my sentence.

What did I dream of?

"I forgot! I just dreamed of something! What was it, what was it?"  I rose from the living room sofa and started pacing, mumbling to myself, trying to remember what shocked me so much in the dream. I know I must've seemed insane.

Wes was quickly next to me, holding onto my arm and started guiding me back to the sofa."It's okay, just rest. You'll probably start remembering  soon," he said in his mellow voice.

I took a seat and blankly stared ahead. "It was my parents..."

There was a moment of no speaking and his eyes were just searching mine. He wasn't going to find any description for my emotions because I didn't even know how I felt myself. What would be so significant about my parents?

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked the time.

5:38 p.m.

"I wanted to stay later but I really think I should go now. Hopefully something can strike my memory. I'll see you..." I squeezed his hand in mine and darted out of the front door, into the winter.

With my hoodie over my head and hands in the front pocket, I started walking back home. Grace and Wesley's house isn't a long distance away, but it isn't really that close either. I know how to drive, and I truly need a car. My parents had a good amount of money in their will, but until I'm eighteen I can't access it—only Keziah can. I have to ask her. This  walking home in winter thing isn't working out. However, I wasn't going to ask anyone for a ride. What I needed right now was to be alone and in silence, hopefully able to remember  why my sudden dream is bothering me so much.

I think I'm stressing my mind out as much I do in math.

"What a beautiful day," a voice said from behind me.

I stopped my steps, and slowly turned around. I knew that voice.

"What do you want from me, Alec?"

The light was hitting him just right. He was standing right where the sun gleamed, and his bold silvery eyes shone ablaze. He wore a black tight-fitting t-shirt and black pants, along with all black vans. No jacket, because vampires don't get affected by temperature of course; according to what Wesley told me. His jaw is so finely chiseled, like it was created by a God. The cheekbones looking almost delicate and his raven hair in a ruffled manner.

At least I know he isn't hungry and looking for prey, because his eyes aren't solid onyx.

"I wanted to see you," he spoke huskily, ignoring my question.

"Why would you want to see me?"

He ignored my question once again. "You shouldn't even be walking home alone, even if it's daylight. There are  some other aged vampires in this town that can stand the sun. Especially when you're quite hard to resist."

Hard to resist?

"So you actually give a damn? Shocking," I gasped and continued walking. "You tried to eat me once, and my friend. Literally showed up at my door for a meal. Well she's already dead though so I guess it wouldn't have mattered right?"

He stopped his tracks behind me, and I turned. He was gone.

"That's what I thought," I mumbled, but inwardly feeling an emptiness which caused me to quiver.

6:03, I made it home. I never remembered what I dreamt of.

"Hey guys," I called through the house as I entered.

"In the kitchen," I heard Keziah say.

They were baking cookies. A lot of them. Different dough packs were along the granite counter tops.

"Why so many cookies? I mean I know I eat a lot but..."

"Oh please you aren't even fat!" Jax scolded.

"I forgot to tell you. We've been invited to a Christmas ball tonight at town hall, and we're bringing the cookies," Keziah answered.