Incubus

| Eleven |

My eyes popped open only to be greeted with blackness. As they adjusted to my dark bedroom, I slowly gained consciousness and took in my surroundings. The only thing illuminating my room was a pale strip of moonlight that spilled in through my window. I was laying on my back with my arms glued to my sides and my legs slightly parted.

I knew before I even attempted to move my arm that it wouldn't budge. I was paralyzed. Lucky had visited me again just like he promised.

"Lucky?" I whispered into the darkness. I couldn't help the excitement that fluttered in my belly. My eyes darted around my room but it appeared as if I was alone.

"Guess again," A deep voice rumbled hoarsely. My heart ceased beating in my chest. I didn't recognize this voice. Who was in my bedroom?

"W-who's there?" I stuttered, my voice quivering with fear.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quietly. "You don't need to be afraid."

Was he serious?

"If you aren't going to hurt me then why can't I move?" I was utterly confused. My paralysis only occurred when Lucky visited my dreams. How was this possible?

"I just had to come visit you for myself. Brielle," he hesitated, "I want you to know that Lucky isn't your only option. He's not the only one who can make you feel things." I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt fingertips brush against my stomach.

I blinked rapidly as a black mist conjured on my cieling. Helplessly staring up at the black cloud in terror, I gasped as two navy blue eyes manifested within.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Don't touch me," I whispered as that mist reached out slowly towards me. "What are you?"

Whatever he was, it was certain he wasn't human.

"Well my dear," he paused and one hand made of mist brushed a piece of my hair off my forehead. The mist was freezing as my warm skin. "I'm Kalona."

Shaking my head of the memory of my dream last night, I bent down to tie up my shoelace. I couldn't decipher what was real and what wasn't anymore. Nothing made sense to me. I wanted to talk to someone about what I was experiencing but who could I turn to? My support system was nonexistent.

"Are you sure you have everything, Brielle?" My mom asked me, placing the last box into the trunk of the car.

   "Yes, Mom," I sighed. I had just finished packing all of my belongings to move. I took as many things as I could with me. I had no idea who I'd have to share a dorm with but I certainly wasn't excited to find out. Mainly, I had mixed feelings about moving out of my house. I would miss my old room, my purple walls and band posters. My mother didn't seem very disappointed with the news of the new boarding school and my father was nowhere to be found. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen him. Work was always his excuse but sometimes I thought there was a little more to it than that.

   My thoughts drifted to Lucky. Maybe if I moved then I wouldn't dream of him again. Maybe because I spent most of my time barred up in my room, I was hallucinating. He was probably a hallucination and Kalona too. I refused to believe they were real until I saw them with my own two eyes.

   As we backed out of our driveway, I watched our neighbour's kids play tag outside. I remembered when I used to babysit them when they were little children and a smile found it's way onto my face. The drive to the new boarding school was about an hour. We passed through the iron gates and I gasped as I saw the enormous grounds in front of me. The school was nothing like I'd imagined it to be.