The Forbidden Prophecy

Chapter 3

Authors's Note-I am sorry for being gone so long, but I am back and ready to go!!!

I arrived at the tall, dark stone house. It was around 11:00 p.m. I could hear a television playing some sitcom. It was on the second floor of the huge home. A light was on, dimly illuminating the window.

There was a beautiful dogwood tree, right underneath the window. I carefully climbed to the top, right under the sill. I could smell it.

Her scent.

I looked in the window, and the drapes were see through. I saw Friends playing on the wide television, and a petite figure fast asleep in a four-poster queen size bed. There were also drapes hanging around the bed.

The room was a deep violet color. Small LED Christmas lights were hanging around, making it look like a definite teenage girl room. It was beautiful, just like I'm sure she was.

See if she will turn around.

I'm trying.

I tapped lightly hoping she would turn her small body around.

And she did.

She had long auburn hair, laying around her everywhere on the bed. She was so pale, her skin looked so creamy and soft.. and tasty. She had thick, beautiful eyelashes. And the cutest little nose I have ever seen.

Oh holy fuck she is beautiful. Look at her.

Our mate. Ours. She is ours.

Ours. Mate. She will be mine. Soon.

I sat there just wondering... what was she like? What was her favorite color and her favorite food? Her likes and dislikes? And most of all, when could she be mine?

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I made it home that night after watching her at around 1:00 a.m.

I couldn't keep my eyes of off her. Her slender body in the huge t-shirt she was sleeping in. It was a Rolling Stones tie-dye tshirt.

So cute. My favorite band.

Her small nose was just right on her face.

I wanted her. I wanted to hold her and caress her. Make her feel safe.

I haven't gotten any sleep because I have been up all night thinking about her, and it is 7 in the morning. I'm not gonna be late today. I just won't allow it. I had to see if I could get one of our schedules changed, without her knowing.

Maybe she hadn't picked up her's yet?

Hopefully.

I'm coming for you baby girl.