My Dreamwalker

Chapter four

"Hello...! Is anyone there?" Keira called out loudly. She was scared and alone and had no idea where she was.

Complete darkness surrounded her.

"HELLO!" she called again. suddenly she tripped on something and would have fell down but someone caught her. She looked up and found blue green eyes looking down at her.

"Hello little dark one." He said in that deep rich voice of his. Just like last time.

"I am dreaming again. You are not real." she thought aloud.

He smiled at that reveling his dimples. His skin looked so pale, his long eyelashes threw shadows on his high cheekbones. His aristocratic nose followed by his slightly up turned lips. "God you are beautiful." she whispered staring at him.

His smile deepen as he replied "Women find me appealing I know but no one has called me beautiful before."

"But.. But you are not real."

"I am."

"No. It's just my mind playing tricks. Because..."

"Because?"

"I don't know. I have to wake up. I just have to wake up."

"You can't. Not while I am holding you."

She realized then that she was practically in his arms. He was so close, if only he would just bend his head a little so she could... No no that's not what she wants. She tried to pull away, he gave a room but didn't let go of her arms.

"Let me go. I need to wake up now before... Before..." one dark eyebrow went up and she closed her mouth immediately. Then started pulling away from him earnestly.

"Listen to me little dark one. You have to release me" he said shaking her a little.

"No, you are holding me so you have to release me. And why you keep calling me that?"

"Because it's the meaning of your name in my language."

"And what language is that?"

"Greek."

"That can't be possible. I don't know Greek."

"It's my mother tongue and it's possible because I am not just your imagination."

She stopped struggling and stared at him.

"You saw me before remember?"

She shook her head.

"Yesterday evening."

"In my dream."

"No before that. In that glass. Remember?  You thought I was a painting." he saw a glimmer in her eyes.

"But that's just a mirror."

"It's much more than that. Its a prison."

"That can't be possible."

"I promise I'll explain everything once you release me from it."

"I can't break it. It's an antique from 17th century." she started to pull her arms away again. He just tighten his grip saying "No it's not. And you don't have to break it."

"What you want me to do?" she asked wincing  at his grip.

"I'll let go of you if you swear to me that as soon as you wake up you would come back where this glass is kept and release me from my prison."

"If I won't?"

"Then I'll be waiting for you here when you sleep again."

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