I listened carefully to every thought. She thought about how her life was spent protecting everyone else. She didn’t understand how wrong she was. Running away was the worst thing she could have done. I wanted to stand next to her as she looked out of her other window. The setting sun shone on her, making her red hair glimmer, and giving her pale skin a soft peachy glow. She was still beautiful.
I was caught up in her appearance; I almost missed the last thought.
"...But today was different, for the first time my heart felt something other than pain, today I had a reason to believe in miracles."
So she did see me? I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t look at her anymore; I didn’t want to hear more. I let go of the window sill and fell to the ground, Dorian doing the same.
He seemed to know I didn’t want to talk. "There is an empty room in the apartment building next to this one, its close enough so we can still hear her." He led me over the building and we made our way to our room, he picked at the lock with a small pin, he was pretty good at it, was that a good thing?
We let ourselves in. I went over to an old couch that was left in the empty room; Dorian went and sat on the window seat, looking out of it, concentrating on listening to Sadie. He was serious about keeping her safe, which made me wonder, why did he care so much?
The question swam around in my head until I had to ask.
"Why are you so intent on keeping her safe?"
Dorian twitched a little, surprised when I spoke.
"Hmmm?" He looked at me, apparently not hearing me.
"Why do you care?" I asked again.
He sat in thought for a minute, thinking of what to say, probably another lie.
"Sometimes you do things for no reason, you just feel like doing it." He said simply.
"So you just 'felt' like helping her? What is she in danger from anyway?" I asked, irritated.
"No I didn’t just feel like helping, I had to. As weird as it sounds, Sadie is important to me."
He was right, it did sound a little strange, he obviously knew Sadie well, but how?
"Answer my other question." I prompted.
"Nightmares." He almost whispered.
I looked at him. He had me here, in England, because Sadie was having nightmares? Was he stupid?!
"Sadie has always had nightmares. Why does she suddenly need my help?" I was angry now. It took everything to come here and see her again; it was going to be practically impossible to leave her.
"They're not just nightmares Damon. They’re vampire related. Someone is controlling her dreams, they want her dead. If she dies in one of her nightmares, she will never wake up."
That made me think.
"So what are we supposed to do? Keep her awake forever?"
Dorian raised an eyebrow at me. "Yeah, that’s the plan." His voice dripped with sarcasm, he was too much like me, it was kind of scary.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"We find the vampire that is causing these dreams." He said it like the answer was obvious.
We spent the rest of the night listening to Sadie sleep. I focused on her breathing, hypnotised. I had missed the sound.
It was about two in the morning when Dorian stiffened.
