Image is of her dress.
Song: Madonna, Crazy for You
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"Evangelina-"
It was then that I heard him, just before I fell to sleep that night, whispering my name. His velvet voice in my mind, whispering along the edges of my consciousness.
Again.
I'm going insane, and acting delusional. Just like in my dreams, my mind focused on him, and him only. Although I could never see him except in my dreams, I could always hear him whispering my name in my mind. Every time I think about him, his velvet voice caresses me.
Every time.
It's like he knows when I'm thinking about him. And that doesn't make sense, he was only from my dreams, a fictional character from my own mind. Dreams aren't real, and neither is he. So how can I hear him?
It was in situations like this, that I wished I had someone to talk to. To explain to them, even if they would think that I was crazy, to just listen to what I had to say. To tell them of the mysterious stranger that has entwined himself into the fragmented life I now live.
"Evangelina..."
The same smooth voice said again. Before I could convince myself that it was utter insanity, I answered him, speaking into my mind using a bold voice that I would ever use in the real world.
"Who are you?" I asked the voice, my voice is soft, but not hesitant. Wanting an answer more add this to another reason to think I was imagining things.
"Evangelina, my darling. You know who I am."
I started when the same voice replied in the back of my skull. I was almost hoping that I had been imagining the voice, so I didn't have to add 'hearing voices' to the list of impossible things that I've been experiencing in the past three years. But what the voice said was correct, I knew that it was the mysterious, red-eyed figure of my dreams.
"I don't know who you really are." I must be going crazy, to not only be talking to myself but for making up an imaginable man to not only be my friend and lover but for also capturing the same man's voice and talking to him through my mind.
"Well Evangelina, it doesn't matter now. The important thing is that in time you will know who I really am. You will have plenty of time to know me. Eternity even," he responded.
But this time I could hear the silent promise. The promise of what, I didn't know. All I knew is that he's promising me something.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I drifted into darkness.
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This time I was somewhere different from our usual dining table. This time I was in a ballroom, the theme of the decorations were white and gold. The room was as least three stories tall. It had a large window that ran along the two long walls that followed the length of the room, showing nothing in the darkness of night except for the tips of trees that formed an abyss of darkness below a clear, starry night. The moon was shining bright and full, but not bright enough to let me get a hint as to where this room was. The backend of the room had a pair of large french doors opening, leading out to a tiled veranda with vines clinging to the railing. The floors were flooded marble, polished to the point they could be used as mirrors. Under the windows sat late tables paired with regal dining room chairs pristine white tablecloths. All the tables were set on either side of me, enough the seat hundreds of people, yet like every other night, completely empty.
Magnificent chandeliers hung low, lit with hundreds of candles dripping wax onto the bobeches. Even though they provided light, the corners of the room were shadowed.
Everything looked expensive, vintage and priceless, made from finer materials than I have ever seen in my life.
Looking down at myself, after staring speechlessly around the room, I saw that I was in a dark purple ball gown, with white detailing. It was sleeveless, the corset clinging to every curve, and the sash flowing down my waist. The skirt was puffy and heavy, weighing my own slightly. The dress was beautiful and made me feel like a queen.
When I looked up again after admiring the gown, the masculine figure with the inhuman blood red eyes that overtime, I came to love, were approaching me.
It was strange, suddenly my heart started racing, my breaths started to come it short pants, and now my hands started sweating.
When the man was in front of me, he took my hand, bowed slightly, and kissed my knuckles. His soft lips on my knuckles did something unexplainable to me, sending little shocks through my body. It made me shiver in delight.
He took me in from head to toe, then said, "You look stunning my love. Like the queen you are." His red eyes shone in the moonlight, his the only thing that gave away any sort of emotion he was feeling towards me.
"Thank you." My voice was shy, tentative. I knew that I had nothing to be shy about as getting compliments from him was a usual occurrence. Still, a small part of me always worried about whether he was being truthful or not, not matter how irrational the thought was.
"May I have this dance, my darling?" His alluring voice getting an almost unnoticeable amount deeper, yet still never changing his tone.
"Of course." I take his outstretched hand, letting him pull me towards the middle of the room. Placing my hand on his shoulder, his and laid on my waist, just below my lower back, sending shivers through my whole body, I look into his blood red eyes, and smile a little, a blush forming at the base of my neck, and making its way up towards my cheeks.
"You my darling, are adorable when you blush." He presses our bodies together and began swaying us, to a tune playing in his head.
And that is how I spent the wonderful dream. Dancing, laughing and kissing the man of it. The mysterious man of my dreams, the one who I could count on to cheer me up after any misfortune.
Having fun and enjoying my time with him was what made me wake up in the first place, just so I could do it all over again the next night.
But I still woke up. No dream can change that, and no drama will even change that. I woke up, but not before hearing his voice whispering right into my ear.
"I'll come back for you...my darling."
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Editor's Notes: has anyone else seen Hidden Figures? Legit love that movie.
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Editing done by sammiebear000
(Oh and sorry for the song. I'm just in love with old songs.)
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Vampiros"What do you want from me?" I asked the masculine figure in front of me. I couldn't see him through the shadow that seemed to enveloped him, the only things I could only make out were his shining, blood red eyes. Venomous, terrifying, blood red eye...
