"Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."
~William Blake
A hushed echo wafted through the broached silence. There was little time left for me; I could feel it in my bones. My delineate dreams never seemed to come to an end, no matter what I did, what course I took. The echo seemed to spur that feeling forward, and I felt my feet lift off into flight unaware of where I was headed. That was the beautiful simplicity of it, however. No matter the plan, life would always lead you places; and I trusted my instincts.
An additional echo made my feet sharply change their course; to the left this time. My feet came to a sudden standstill; a behemoth of a figure was twenty yards removed from me. Its fixity surprised me; it seemed to take on the appearance of a statue. If it weren't for the heavy breathing that caused its shoulders to heave up and down, I would have thought that it was indeed a figure and nothing more. I couldn't hear any audible sounds.
It perceptibly began to turn counterclockwise; I knew it would eventually face me. Unaware of what it exactly was caused dread to knot its way through my heart. The figure had not faced me as of that current moment, yet its cowled head suddenly snapped in my direction as if two hands had wrenched it to face me. Through the darkness, all I was able to decipher were two piercing eyes like the moon.
Seemingly trepidatious at the sight of me, it dove into the further dark cavity of my dream, but that one glimpse had been enough to apprehend the sight of what had been before me. There was enough to let me know what it was. Only one thought fell through my mind, over and over as I felt my body spiral into nothingness.
Incubus.
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I never had anyone next to me when I awoke from a nightmare; I had always been left alone to struggle with what it meant. I had always been alone to try and even my breathing into stability, lying wide awake, afraid to go back to sleep. Never before had I had a warm, comforting body next to me, letting me know that it had all been a nightmare.
Looking over, I saw that Hayden was breathing deeply, his arms wrapping tightly around me. I remembered the events of last night, and couldn't believe they had happened. As I stared up at the ceiling, my mind frayed strings of memories together; I couldn't keep them apart. They clustered together and knotted up.
Why had I been crazy enough to let last night happen? Where we really in a relationship now?
Would he regret it? Would I regret it?
If anyone found out... Emmalyn would surely tell everyone she knew.
I rustled around in the sheets as I tried to remove his arms from around me. Hayden groaned and tugged the sheets higher, up against his chin. He mumbled to himself for a brief moment, and my heart fluttered at the incomprehensible sound. Lying there now, he didn't seem as dark as he always made himself appear. I wondered what had caused such a change in him because I could see the boy in him as he lay next to me, the boy he had once been before he set his heart on something different.
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Incubus
General Fiction*Completed* In the city of New York, twenty-one-year-old Corin Baxter is still adjusting to her new college life before it starts up again. But the nightmares she seemed to suffer from since childhood come back to haunt her, and she is unsure of why...
