When Midnight Breaks

Chapter 6 - Nightmares

The fear that entered my body, shook me out of my senses almost instantly.

I was jolted awake by a cold movement across my forehead. The feeling was appealing and soft, but yet a dark coldness lay dormant below this comforting touch.

I tried not to open my eyes hoping it was all a nightmare and nobody was going to be in my room when I got up. "Don't be worried Celeste", the calm voice rose from the window whispered. Whose Celeste, I wondered, the figure was tall, and had a well-toned upper body. The dark silk shirt seemed to suit his taste way too extravagantly. He was quite manner-able for a dude that just broke into my home.

"Who are you?" my voice struggling to escape. My heart was racing so fast I could not muster enough energy to stand up. I sat there and waited for a reply. "Soon you will know my Love.... Soon enough... I am terribly sorry our meeting had to be like this. It's been centuries since I last saw you and yet your looks never die. You steal my heart like no other and yet your heart doesn't truly crave me. But that's my fault; you don't even know who I am, or why I'm here. Brother has gone away, so now was my only chance to come close to you. His power has increased over the ages and this is the second reincarnation that he stole your heart; I guess the legend was true about the blood call".

I was looking at him and within a split second he was next to me. Now that window was six feet away from my bed and I didn't see him run. He was sitting next to me now. My brain could not comprehend what was going on here. "Don't be afraid he demanded." He placed his left hand at the side of my face and I felt at ease for a reason I could not explain. His finger calmed the nerves at the back of my ear and he grasped my jaw line, getting a perfect grip on my face. He slowly pulled it closer to his face and I could not resist his pull. "He was going to kiss me. Oh Shit". He slanted his toned face and my lips touched his. It was soft and sweet. He worked his lips over my bottom lip and switched to the top lip. His play lasted for at least 10 seconds, and I won't lie, I was enjoying this! He seemed to have experience in handling a girl. I was scared to death about a stranger in my room and now he was kissing me and I couldn't move a single part of my body. Can this get any stranger?

My body felt numb. He gently laid me back on the bed. I was going into a dream, struggling to hold on to reality I was taken into a dream, no, not a dream it was too real. The foliage was surreal. I was on a dirt road in a time that looked almost stone age. A cart pulled by a medieval man passed, he was carrying barrels in the cart. They were rum barrels. I saw those in history books while I was in school. "Where was I?" The outfit the man wore was simple; equivalent to the days of knights; this was sometime back in history. It was like one of those dreams I would get every month. A dream about a past civilization with raging wars and blood shed all over. But there was this image of a cannibal in my dream! A man who eats other men and he would come after me every time. Each time I would escape and jump out of my sleep. "This was not a good dream to be in" I said to myself still shaking and shocked.

"Zaire" A shrieking voice called from behind me. I walked up to the shrubs on the edge of the road and cleared a way through. There was a brick house there with a smoking chimney. Three children were playing and the fourth was sitting sorting some fish at the far end of the yard. The mother was standing at the far end putting garments to dry on the ground. "Zaire" she called again and the sitting boy replied "Yes mother" and stood up. My eyes bulged at his face the stranger this little boy bore an almost impeccable resemblance to the man in my room. He got up and took a basket of dried fish to his other who took the basket in the most unkempt of ways. Her tone towards the boy was of pure hatred. She did not seem to favor him like the other children.