Poison《Vampire Luke Hemmings》

Chapter 31 Marigolds

I woke up with a fright, my hands clutching my sheets as my knuckles turned white. I felt the sweat dripping down my face as my body shivered in place. I dreamed about him again. The third consecutive night.

It had been the same every time. I had been in an open field filled with yellow marigolds. The wind blew through them, causing their vibrant color to dance. The sunlight was shining down from the clear blue sky gently caressing my skin.

The yellow dress I wore, like the flowers, flowed as I gracefully danced a lyrical piece across the field. My hair, tied back by a white ribbon, whipped freely as I broke from turns across the majestic scenery.

But then, the air would grow still, as the intensity of the sun dimmed. The wind seemed to disappear from the air. And yet. My body would gain goosebumps from the chill. The beautiful yellow of the marigolds turned an ugly black as they wilted away, death overtaking them.

Dark storm clouds plagued the sky, consuming all light from the world above.
I stood in place, gazing at the dead marigolds, clutching my body tightly to stay warm.
But then something else would catch my attention. I was not alone. Across the field stood a boy. A tall boy in a leather with blonde hair styled in a quiff. Luke.

His back was towards me as he seemed to be entranced at whatever was in front of him. I would slowly creep towards him, my feet crushing the remains of the once dancing flowers.

It would feel like a century long walk until so finally reached Luke. Wind starting to pick up with each step.

He was I was directly behind him as my hand slowly creeped to one of his broad shoulders. The wind was out of control at this point. As the white ribbon was ripped out of my hair the moment my hand made contact with him.
I would try to speak to him, but my words would cut away from the thunder.

I tugged at his shoulder. His body followed my hand movement as he slowly turned towards me. But it was not Luke's face that greeted me. His blonde hair disappeared to a spiked blue as Mikey stood before me, a devious smile on his face.

His eyes studied my face as he seemed unfazed by the howling wind that charged at us, forcing my dress to cling to my body, fighting to stay.
He smiled at me. "People would always say a toxin didn't mix well with a victim", he would say, "But maybe it was really the victim, that didn't mix well with the toxin".

Lightning would then strike as he seemed to dissolve into thin air from the blinding light. The wind was out of control as I turned around and saw a black tornado, it's reach only being fueled from the ravenous wind.

My legs would move me, struggling for survival, as I ran away from the threat.
But speed didn't pick up. Instead, it seemed to descend. As the tornado ripped past the carcasses of the flowers, hungry to for living beings.

It came to me as the winds, like blades,  sliced through my body. Leaving nothing, but the dark marigolds.

  I was never one to think dreams foresaw our future, but I always thought they were our glimpses of what we have yet to understand.  What it was I was meant to understand, was hard to determine. My mind would always repeat the words Mikey said in the dream. "People would always say a toxin didn't mix well with a victim. But maybe it was really the victim, that didn't mix well with the toxin".
I sighed as I stepped out of the cold shower. Bringing a towel around my body. What was the significance of this dream? To have it once means nothing. Twice, is intriguing. Three times? Was there something I was missing?
I entered my bedroom, my hand pulling up the towel as I reached on my nightstand for my cell. My fingers had a mind of there own as they selected the options and I ended up in the place I find myself more and more, Luke's message box.