Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Dylan's lifeless eyes staring back up at me. We had gotten to know alot about each other since I had my vision two weeks ago. And I honestly was starting to love him. But every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep the vision would just haunt my dreams making it impossible to sleep. not even the warmth and safety of Dylan arms could keep the life less eyes out of my head. I was almost falling asleep standing up and had huge bags under my eyes, I was both mentally and physically exhausted. Everyone was noticing it to and started to worry.
"come on Annabelle" Dylan stood up and grabbed my hand and literally dragged me up the stairs and into our bedroom. We slept in the same bed but nothing ever happened. He pushed me down on to the bed and glared at me
"ok why did you just push me?" I asked wearily.
"oh god woman get some sleep" he looked like he was ready to burst. I sat up and shook my head
"I can't" I replied watching as his face slowly turned red with frustration
"Dylan. The guest are here and they want to meet Annabelle" his father yelled up the steps, I stood up and smiled. Dylan still looked like his head was going to exploded so I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Slowly his face went back to normal and he grinned at me. I ran out of the room and down the stairs.
A whole heap of people stood in the foyer but one woman stuck out she stood on the edges of the crowed and she was talking to some randoms. Her salt and pepper hair was tied back into a perfect pony tail and the only thing that gave away her age in the slightest way was the hair and the wrinkles that were starting to form. She wore jeans and a simple t-shirt with a leather jacket over the top and somehow she managed to pull it off. I stood at the top of the stairs gaping down at her. no one had noticed me yet either
"GRAN!" I shouted before I half fell down the stairs and threw my self into her open arms she hugged me tightly and breathed in my sent
"Annie bear. You had another vision" she pulled away and stared into my sleepy eyes, I slowly nodded my head and looked down.
"oh my poor baby girrrrl. So your the next alpha's mate. Now I bet nobody saw that coming, not even Lucas or Marcus" she gave me that look that only she can give someone
"oh they are dreading Christmas as I set my evil master plan to work" I did the finger thing that super villains do and grinned evilly
Dylan was standing behind my grandmother looking at me funny and shacking his head
"what?" he shook his head and tsked me. My grandmother started laughing and stepped to the side
"did you just tsk me?" I asked horrified
"yup"
"oh my gosh you are so lucky I love you" I shook my head and walked to the fridge. I was looking through it for something to eat when I felt arms enclose around my waist, but they didn't feel right, they didn't feel like Dylan's. I grabbed one of the arms tightly in my grip and spun out of the persons hold, I spun them around so that I had his arm behind his back and he was trapped between me and the bench I pushed against him and pulled hi arm tighter, I pushed my knee into the back of his thigh as hard as I could to help me hold him there, I could feel him cringing as I held him there. He grunted in pain before in one fluent movement he spun around and pined me between him and the bench. I stared into the eyes of the brother that was going to murder Dylan. I reached down into my pocket and grabbed out the switch blade that I always carried with me, he wasn't saying anything and he didn't seem to hear it open. I bought my arm up and put the knife against his throat, he looked down at me in horror just as people started to walk into the room.
"whoa whoa whoa. Ok Annabelle just put the knife down." I heard some one say but I had no idea who and decided that their opinion isn't worth listening to. I pushed the blade down slight and watched as blood trickled down his neck, you could smell the layer of fear and surprise. I felt arms wrapped around my waist and pull me back my knife coming with me, I struggled against my capturer and failed so in one last fluid movement I kicked out and kicked the evil brother in the face so hard that he tumbled down to the ground and slammed his head on the corner of the bench.
"Annabelle!" I heard someone yell and spun around in my captures arms and came nose to nose with none other than Dylan
"He's gonna kill you" I whispered shrinking back in his arms, he looked so mad that it was half kinda hugely scary. His arms wrapped tighter around my waist as he pulled me into him, I buried my head into his chest as he whispered that it was ok over and over again. Until I felt myself close my eyes and block out the world, letting the land of dreams swallow me whole
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