Undeniable

Chapter 3

The sun from outside started to fill my bedroom. And by instinct I got up. I leaned over to look at my night stand. It read 8:00 P.M. I slapped a hand on my face. "Really," I huffed.

Instead of getting up I stuffed my head into my pillow. And then an image crossed my mind. Loki smirking at me from my dream. The one last month was worse then this one. He did something I knew it. I felt my stomach turn.

If he could do that. What else could he do? For all I knew he could be in my room right at this moment. A shiver came up my spine.

Before I got too unsettled, I picked up my phone and turned it on. Once it was on completely I went straight to my calendar. For that day it had listed: One month since mom and dad died. Again, a shiver went down my spine.

I remembered the day my parents got into a car crash. I had been reading and listening to my music. Then I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and there was a police officer. He looked at me right in the eyes and asked, "Are you Astrid Dahler?" I remember hesitating because I became scared. "Yes." I had said swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. Then he brook the news. That whole day I called most of my relatives, while crying my eyes out. When it came to the night, I trembled while I cried hysterically.

A tear rolled down my face.

I quickly took a shower. Then I went into my closet and pulled out a black crop top and a pair of white denim, and put them on. I slipped into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair. Then I went back to my room and put on a pair of black knee high boots and a blue coat.

I walked out the front door of the Victorian house and locked it. Then I unlocked the car and sat in the front. It roared to life as I turned it on and pulled it out of the driveway and onto the road.

After five minutes of perusing the town, I got to the cemetery. I parked the car and got out.

I started to walk towards my parents grave, stepping in the Autumn leaves. Suddenly I heard footsteps in the leaves behind me. I continued to walk not daring to look at who was behind me.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. There was a man with black hair slicked back. His eyes were emerald and he was clothed in expensive clothing. I felt my mouth fall open and Loki smiled. I was speechless.

"I assume you know who I am," he said. His voice was husky and I felt my mouth start to water.

"You... well you're Loki," I said. A pause. Suddenly I felt anger take over me. "What did you do last night?"

A smirk began to form on his face. "What do you mean?" He asked.

I felt my eyes pop out. "What do I mean? You were in my dream. I know I didn't dream you up, because it was way to vivid for a dream. Plus, I've never seen you in my life! I have only ever gotten descriptions. You did something," I said. For some reason it felt like it was perfectly normal to talk to him. I felt my jaw open more then it did the last time. I was literally talking to Loki like I knew him my whole life.

"Oh that."

"Yeah. Well aren't you going to tell me?"

He sucked in the air and said, "You are very vulnerable. Maybe the most vulnerable human I have ever laid eyes on."

At that point I couldn't take it. The anger was past its breaking point. I wanted to punch him. But, I told myself to hold it back, because that's what he wanted. "What does that have to do with anything? How did you create that dream? Nobody can do that!"

He simply smirked. I turned to walk towards my parents grave. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Why are you here, Astrid?" He asked.

I felt the blood from my face leave. "How do you know my name?" I asked.

He didn't answer my question instead he asked, "Would you come with me if I asked you?"

I felt taken aback and said, "Are you serious? Why would I ever go anywhere with you?"

"This conversation appears to only be answered with questions. Here's the thing you have no choice as to whether or not you come with me." He grabbed my arm and took me behind the trees.

He screamed, "Heimdall!" Suddenly everything became a blur.