I was awake...well in another nightmare at least, no, on second thoughts it was more of a curious dream and nothing more. This was different from the last for some reason. This time I wanted to see more, to delve deeper and find what hidden gems are being blocked behind my fortress of...what ever it is.
This time I woke up in the bed with a woman, Cynthia to be exact. At last, a normal dream. Trying to avoid waking her from her slumber I crept into my bathroom and turned on the shower.
It felt so good so very good, then the water coloured it's self red, thickened and hit my skin burning it as it trickled down my skin.I tried to shout but the blood found its self into my mouth choking me, gripping my throat like a pair of hands until I managed to spit it out. I tried to grab the shower curtain...but it was gone. Now just a wall replacement. The blood was now above my knee and I tried banging on every wall looking for my escape. My salvation.
I tried to turn off the shower in a last desperate attempt to end what I was dreaming but instead, a figure rose from the blood. Tall but not as tall as me. Long black hair barely noticeable due to the waterfall of blood crashing onto the red lake beneath me. The figure looked at me and I didn't recognise the face...clearly it was a girl, but before I had a chance to do anything she exploded sending only blood everywhere. No guts. No bone. Just blood. I found myself drowning in the scarlet liquid until I saw nothing but the faint outline of the shower...
I awoke from yet another one of my curious, meaningless little dreams with a smile on my face. I looked at the other side the bed and I found Cynthia, not as though I'd lost her but it's nice to be here with her.
"Guess your awake too. So. Last night was fun!" She chuckled turning to face me on her side.
"Very" I smiled, staring into her eyes.
"I wasn't bad at the romance thing was I? I asked a little scared."No" she kissed me on the lips "it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. I think I'm the luckiest person in the universe."
She got up and walked over to the wardrobe.
"Ummm Cynthia, is it okay if I use your shower please?"
"Course you can." She continued to get changed. "I showerd half an hour ago when you were asleep so I decided to jump back in bed."
"Thanks." I walked past her and gave her a kiss on the lips cupping her chin with my hands as I did so.
As I ran the hot water I realised that the only cloths I had were the ones I'd worn the previous day.
"Hey Cynthia! Could you pass my phone through please?"
A few moments later she popped round the shower curtain with my phone.
"Sure but why do you need to call someone?"
"You've got clothes to change into. I do not." I stated.
"Oh that's easy, just take my ex's trousers, shirt and and hoodie." She replied with a smile.
"Thanks Cynthia"
After ten minutes of showering I stepped out of the bath steaming hot...in both ways, and dressed myself in the clothes she had given me which fit surprisingly well.
After I got out I walked down stairs to be greeted with a steeming cup of tea, bacon and eggs.
"Awe you shouldn't have!" I smiled.
"Well, I think we could all use a cuppa in the morning don't you think?" She questioned in a more than happy voice.
"Thanks Cynthia but you really shouldn't have" I smiled.
"Why?" She coughed "I mean after the money you spent on me and the quality of the sex I think tea and bacon and fried egg sandwiches are literally the least I could do."
"Thanks"
After five egg and sandwiches, nine cups of tea between us, a truck load of laughter and jokes, a few sarcastic comments about the other person, some romantic bonding and fifty minutes later I stood up.
"Cynthia. I wish I could talk to you all day long but I've got to go get ready for work which is in about an hour and fourty minutes."
"Hey! Don't let me stand in the way of your job, if you need to go then you need to go. Just enjoy your day and remember I'll be here for you."
When she finished her sentence she gave me a long kiss goodbye. Not the sort where you'd be there for ninety years before you pull apart, but the sort that sends a million messages without uttering a word.
After we broke the kiss I'd made my way home where I got another shower, put some deodorant on, had a shave and changed into an atire that screams business.
I drove to work and sat down in my usual seat awaiting the expected. As I waited I filled out a few forms allowing the construction of an important building on a plot of land my company had just bought.
"Morning Mr Byton."
I turned around to see Cindy, the coolest and by far the most intelligent person I'd ever met walk over and hand me a letter which she placed on the oak wood desk.
"Had a nice week? Done anything nice? Met someone perhaps?" She grinned from ear to ear.
"I guess you could say that" I smiled picking up my pen.
"So...who was she?!" She jumped.
She's an amazing woman who...hang on a moment I didn't mention anything about a woman to you!"
"Oh please I'm the world's most powerful witch! I know everything!, I'm like Mary from Hocus pocus!"
I sighed in fake anguish.
"I put a spell on you! And now your mine! I put a spell on you and now it's time...you better get superstitious!" She broke out into the song before I interrupted her.
'Your not magic! Your a Muggle like me and to change conversation her names Cynthia and she's fucking amazing."
Cindy took a step back. "I'm offended! I'm no Muggle I'm a bloody witch!"
She proceeded to pick up the nearest pencil and wobble it a little to make it seem like it's bending.
"So cynthia is her name...interesting. now tell me about her!!"
Next came the longest conversation of my life.
"Well" she finished I guess that's what the year two thousand has in store for you. I'm not psychic but honestly it's gunna get a little weird."
"And a little wild, London always is."
I Continued."Yeah well I'm more from round here so I can't say a lot about London...I'm from Bristol bitch!"
I laughed at her outburst of randomness and dismissed her to continue with my work.
Well...........I'm sorry I've not updated in like.....God knows , 4 weeks maybe? But finally here it is. I'm just gunna say I've started to scatter jokes and references...easy ones. But hey that's not important. I'm also gunna change the description of the book BECAUSE I don't think it's gunna mach the character or the direction of the book but there will be murder and there will be detective stuff in there still so don't stop beliving! I meant reading... anyway vote share and comment your thoughts please.
P.s. if anyone wants to talk to me about anything then go ahead
And yes I'm aware that the smut was terrible in the last chapter...and premature.Also thinking Bout another story...an actual fanfic...that i may consider writing later.
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