Chasing Daylight

Skai, December 10, 2014

  Daemon just looked so peaceful in sleep, that it made me just as tired, so I lay my head down on the pillows and allow Daemon to snuggle up beside me, but I’m having the dream again. I know that I’m still lying in the bed, in the little wooden cabin Alaska, but I also know that I’m in the same twenty story building I was in a few nights ago. I’ve had this dream more times than I care to remember.

  Smoke fills the room I’m in, and wherever I look, there’s fire where there wasn’t before. It’s like any dream of fire, except I just hear voices in my head that tell me to stop.

  Stop.

  You have to stop.

  Try to control it.

  And I have no damn idea what they mean. This dream doesn’t last so long when I wake up to one of the loudest yawns ever. Though it makes a very funny sound, it’s the cutest most adorable thing ever, to see Daemon all curled up like a baby, even though he is a fifteen year old teenager. I roll over onto my side to come face to face with the most important person in the room.

  “Can you sleep with him yawning like that?”

  “It’s bearable.” I dismiss, looking Felix straight in the eyes. The beautiful ones. The ones that tell me that, no matter how hard things will get, it will always turn out alright.

  “Are you feeling okay?”

  “I don’t need constant check-ups.” I assure him, and we both laugh slightly to another yawn from Daemon, except this one is a bit softer. “I know I’ll be fine.” I place my hand to his cheek. “But will you?”

  He laughs at me. “More than fine, love.” He assures me, and I notice that there is no one in the room.

  “Where’s everyone?”

  “Tyler and Brett are doing a perimeter check and run and Jhenn and Draven have gone down to the Walmart to get Daemon some more medicine.”

  “He left Daemon here? Alone?” I wonder to myself.

  “He believes Daemon trusts you.”

  Daemon trusts me? To hear that makes me think of Danielle and I feel nauseated in fear. What if Cassidy has gone to where I live first? What if she hurts Danielle or Jared? Or even Stefan? Yeah, I don’t like him but he’s still my father. And someone is dying. I don’t want anyone dead! Even if they are the worst kind of people you can possibly imagine.

  “Well, that’s good, at least.” I sigh, tugging and pulling effortlessly on Felix’s fingers. The remorse I feel for lying to Felix is eating me alive right now, thinking about Dylan.

  Thinking about how I explained to Felix what he was to me, but not everything. It’s not that I lied to him about Dylan exactly, just that I may have left a few minor bullet points out of the picture. But then, with Danielle, of course I may have twisted the story just a little and thinking of how Felix is going to hate me if he finds out and most likely never want to know that I exist again. Not that I will be surprised.

  I have been waiting for the one blow point where Felix will finally put his foot down and realize how much he is giving up for an irrelevant teenage human, not that I am complaining; having Felix in my life will surely be the most memorable point of my life.

  Felix gets up from where he is kneeling beside the bed and scratches through a bag he let tag along our trip.

  I watch him carefully. He walks back up to me with a thick journal looking book. It has a black cover with a damaged spine and looks impossibly old. I’m talking middle-ages exaggerated kind of ancient. He sits on the side of the bed, careful not to wake Daemon and holds the book in front of me.

  “I’ve kept this book for over one hundred and fifty years, Skai. Everything inside here are things that I have discovered about our kind. And even some other creatures that most likely exist.” He explains to me, as if it is an old, well told tale.

  Looking more closely at the book, all over the it are scratches, ripping through the crackled, stained cover which would explain the damaged spine. I run my fingers across its front cover, feeling the rough texture, touching it so barely as if it could be broken by nothing more than a glance.

  “Why are you telling me this?” I murmur, tearing my gaze from the mysterious book to his angelic face.

  “I think you deserve the right to understand what you are getting into, being a part of my life.” He explains solemnly, gazing deep into my eyes, beyond what others would be able to see, beyond what      I know is factual and fiction.

  He carefully places the book in my hands, presses the lightest kiss to my forehead and walks into the second and only other room in the cabin.

  I stare down at the book, torn between whether I should open or if I even want to know what’s inside. What’s inside could scar me for life, or could be the answers that can possibly piece up all my questions and curiosity into complete and clear understanding that can, maybe, give me a brief idea of what my future with Felix (if there is one) will stand as or be like.

  Out of instinct, I glance at Daemon to make sure he is asleep and then snuggle down comfortably because this book will be one hell of an adventure to read.