The Dark Stranger

Home sweet home

"The Dark Stranger"
© VeGirl 2014

+18 alert for all you sensitive people out there that might get offended easily.

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"We're going home? But I thought we needed to stay down here?" I stutter, feeling stupid.

"Not that home, princess."

My face clouds up at the sound of that word. "Don't call me that," I mutter.

His face brightens up with a teasing smile. "I'm talking about our house here."

I'm sure I look just as confused as I feel. "We're not going to stay here?" I gesture around us in this gorgeous foyer of this palace-like house.

All he does is shaking his head slowly, still smiling. That smile makes me forget everything; all the people around us and all the potential danger surrounding us. My stomach drops and there is a tingling flutter replacing it. He braids our fingers together and pulls my hand. "Come."

Surprised I follow one step behind him, as we wave goodbye to everybody, walk down the impressive stairway and then get out the door. I am amazed over the fresh air and the blue sky over our heads, and I try to understand where we are. How could I not have known that this amazing landscape was here? I have been in these surroundings with my granny countless times.

'Stop thinking so hard' I hear in my head. 'Just relax and enjoy the surroundings.'

I try to do as he tells me; surrounding us are trees and meadows filled with beautiful flowers. The smell of Jasmine is almost overwhelming and as I look carefully I notice bushes everywhere, filled with white fragranced flowers. I smile as I finally figure the weird jasmine scent that surrounds him, which I haven't been able to figure out earlier.

"This is beautiful," I breathe and looked around in these unbelievable setting as we get into the car again. "How can this exist here, why is it so totally different than the dry land on the other side of the tunnel?"

Vincent snickers. "This is another realm."

I furrow my brows and watch silently as he drives us along a path, barely wide enough for his car to fit. My mouth is hanging open as I look around.

The path is lined with huge pine trees and when I glance into the woods that look like a scene from Hansel and Gretel. I can see paths leading to small houses along the way, no gingerbread-houses though. After quite a while, approximately a mile or so, we turn into a driveway next to a small house, and I gasp. "I recognize this, it was in my dream."

Vincent smiles at me. "I know."

My mouth is hanging open and as we exit the car and walk in through the gate. A wave of vertigo runs through me and suddenly it is as if I've walked here thousand times. I close my eyes and notice that I know where everything is. I amuse myself by turning my head with my eyes still closed, as I open them I know exactly what my eyes meet when the lids open.

I gasp several times in amazement. The smell of Jasmine is strong and I know it has to do with the bush standing by the corner of the house. There is another one in the backyard, I know it instinctively.

"I want to sit in the garden swing in the back of the house," I say breathless all of a sudden and I watch a mishmash of emotions flicker by in Vincent's eyes, and then he smiles.

"Yes you do."

I look wideeyed at him. "I used to do that...?" It is a question or perhaps I just need to get it affirmed.