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Some Don't Die At All

I had just agreed to be with him for eternity and yet I knew so little about him. I couldn’t possibly ask him all the questions I wanted to know here in the kitchen while eating what could possibly be the most delicious French toast ever made in the history of the world. There was so much I still wanted to know about him. I could ask questions for days and still want to know more.

“How did you feel when you were told I was your one?”

“My Dragoste, we’re not told who we are meant to spend our lives with. It doesn’t happen like that. It’s something we have to figure out on our own.”

“Right, why make it easy when you can make it hard. How did you figure out I was your one and are you sure it is me?” I mean if no one tells them, how is he so sure I am the one. Maybe he got it all wrong.

“Because I have dreamed of you since the day you were born. I have watched you through the years in my dreams. That is how I knew you were in trouble. That should suffice for both of your questions.”

Dreamed of me? Creepy, sort-of.

“What do you mean dreamed of me? Because if you were dreaming of a toddler, that’s a bit creepy on your part.”

“It wasn’t like I was sexually attracted to you as a toddler; it was more I was protective of you. You were in my dreams more as a bystander, never really interacting just being there growing up. Until last night when you were calling out for help, you were in distress. My protective instincts forced me to come after you, only I was too late he had already taken you. I knew I should have sent someone else to rescue you, I knew it was all just a trap but the thought of someone else saving you made me angry that was when I knew for sure that without a doubt you were my one. So I recklessly came after you. Thankfully, he was ill-prepared and I was able to take them all back with the help of only a few trusted guards.”

“When you say you were able to take them back, back where?”

“Here they are in the dungeon, serving their sentence, punishment for kidnapping you and causing me to almost lose you before I ever had you.”

“What exactly is their punishment?” I ask though it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know. He wasn’t called Vlad the Impaler for nothing.

“Some habits die hard, Callaghan. Some don’t die at all.”