Forever Hunted

Dreaming of His Realm

I was running. Running from a dark evil mass that was chasing me. From what I know of this dark silhouette is it's following me by the scent of my blood. Never will I escape it, unless by miracle, a force of the light magic could save me. But I know I am not myself because I cannot access my magic and these clothes are not my own.
The voice I hear is rough and deep and my hands are just as rough as the voice that leaves my throat. However I keep running knowing the body I am in is in trouble and I can only access a body from another realm when they call out for help. Tripping, this body stumbles and falls into the ditch. Not making it get up I grip at the knife in the holster the dark figure stopped and I know this is my chance to save this poor body. I jump at the entity pushing the knife into the center of the demonic shadow where it hits the center of its life form.
Soon the figure disappears and ceases to exist. Feeling the safety I know my time in this vessel is almost over. Grabbing my knife I pushed it back into the holster and stop at the nearby pond. Catching a quick glimpse in the water I see into my realm and see my sleeping form after my eyes focus I catch a glimpse of the handsome man I am invading. One thought invades my mind just as I leave his body, "he is the hunter."
A shiver runs down my spine as I lurch forward from my slumber. Getting up, I wipe my forehead unaware of the cold sweat. Walking out of my bedroom I feel a sharp pain in my ankle stops me from taking another step. Flipping on the light I see the purple in my ankle and the swelling. I tilt my head to a side and wonder how I obtained the hunters injury from the fall.
I have had many occurrences inside people of the other realm. However I never once obtained any of their injuries. Not only is my quest to become the greatest rose witch of all time, now it has also become to understand this hunter of the other realm.