"My Rosie. Wake up." His baritone voice sounded angry.

With heavy eyes, I slowly blinked until my vision was no longer blurry. My body sluggishly shifted under the covers. Turning over, from my side to back, propping my weight up on my elbows. My eyes searching the room for the man who haunts my dreams. He sat in a chair on the other side of my room. His silver eyes were the only thing glistening in the darkness. I followed his eyes as he stood, walking to the foot of the bed.

"Rosie, what did I say, yesterday?" He pressed his clawed fingers against my bed. Tilting his head down, showcasing his demonic horns. The angle of his face looked sharp and evil. His eyes partially hooded, under his brow. He was full incubus not hiding an ounce, of his natural appearance.

"I'm yours." I said bitting my lower lip, my eyes dropping from his, to my lap.

"Mmmmmm...." he hummed to my understanding. His reached his hands outward, placing his knees on my bed. "That's right, my Rosie. I protect what is mine." He continued, while crawl up my body. His noise running along the full length of my body. He stoped just inches from my face, straddling me. His cheek grazed my soft flesh, his breath tickling my ear. "I know what you did. I know your plan. If you give yourself to James, I-will-kill-him." He whispered maniacally, drawing out his threat. Before pulling back and locking his gaze with my shocked, blushed face.

"How?" Was the only word I could manage to speak. How did he know? Has he been watching me all day?

Eros smirked, revealing his left elongated canine, pleased with my red cheeks and disbelief.

"Lets just say, I payed madam a visit."  He spat, darkly.

My mind started to fill with sorrow. He probably killed her. She gave me more information than, he probably wanted me to know. She told me how to brake the contract. How to redeem my soul from hell. If only I could have asked her, how to keep Eros out of my dreams. How to protect everyone I cared about from him. If I save myself, he will kill James. Is that a kill I want on my conscience? I like James I don't want him to die because of me.

"Stay away from him. Or else." He warned, kissing my forehead, then vanishing.

A trail of black like tar was left upon my comforter where Eros feet trailed. He must have just come from hell, because that has never happened before. He didn't come to me in a dream this time. He woke me. Maybe with was a way to show how easy it was to hurt me. Or maybe he was seeing how close he could get to me, in real life. My eyes drifted from my bed to my alarm clock. Its neon green light showed 5:16 a.m. I had the sudden urge to pee.

As I left my bed, the cold hit my body sending shivers down my spin. Goosebumps prickled under my skin. The hallway to the bathroom was dark, so I relied on muscle memory to get me to the bathroom safely. The carpet under my feet kept every step as silent as a mouse. My fingers lightly slid against the wall, searching for the switch. With a flick, the bathroom lights blinded my eyes. Squinting, I closed the door, did my business then stoped in front of the mirror.

I can see everyone else's aura, so why not mine. I sat there for a second staring deep into my green eyes. Nothing was happening, so I decided to close them. Maybe I needed to picture it to see. With that final thought, my eyes flickered open. It worked! I saw it! But I'm not sure I like what I see. Surrounding my body was a thin layer of shimmering white. It was more beautiful than I could ever imagine. However, the darkness surrounding my small figure scared me. There was more black, then white, almost like the white was my last line of defense. Protecting me from the darkness surrounding me.

What does that even mean? Why do I have more darkness surrounding me? I always get the heebie-jeebies around those with dark auras. But with me, I had no idea. The more I find out, the less things make since to me. But I know one things for sure, I have to brake my contract with Eros. Find a way to protect the ones I love, and last but not least, identify Sage's killer.

With that finally thought, I turned the hot water to the shower on. Stripping my large tee shirt, I stepped in. Leisurely letting the water cascade down my curves. Careful to not let the water touch my face, last thing I needed right now, was another PTSD moment, from drowning. Finally feeling fresh, I stepped out of the shower, tucking my red towel into my chest.

I started blow drying my hair, brushing out the natural wavy strands. I think today is a straight hair kind of day. I wasn't going to let Eros destroy my date with James. I have been looking forward to our climb together since he asked me. Eros was just scared he was going to lose me, and he should be, because I refuse to be his.

Dazzling my face to look less like death, I contoured, highlighted and blended my little heart way. I wanted to look good and I knew it was going to take time. After an hour of playing with my face, it was time to straighten my long thick hair. This task always took at least an hour, it sucks.

Next thing I know the clock in the bathroom chimed, 8:00am. The house was still quite, other than the music I was playing from the bathroom. I headed back to my room, searching for the perfect climbing out fit. Throwing clothes left and right, I finally found my black climb pants. There're not like normal clothes, there're tight fitting, but thick material. So that way they don't get holes in them. I paired it with a black tight sports bra, and a tight fitting teal tank top.

With a pep in my step, I hopped my way down stairs. Starting the coffee, waking the sleeping dead. French toast sounds like heaven, I started gathering my ingredients. I want breakfast ready for my family, when they wake up. Damion's bed head was the first to trudged around the corner.

"Morning!" I smiled widely. He just looked at me with annoyance.

"Tone it down a notch, will you." His horse morning voice croaked out. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my mouth. Earning me an eye roll from my beloved oldest brother, while he pored his coffee.

"I'm making French toast if you want some!" I offered him. Continuing to focus on the task at hand, not wanting to create the Dean specialty, a fire.

"Thanks, I'll take a few." He finally returned my smile, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Your up early?" My mother chimed as her and Dean walked around the corner into the kitchen. The pair each grabbed a mug from the cupboard.

"Yeah, you got a hot date or something?" Dean joked.

I couldn't hide the smile on my face. My grin so wide my cheeks hurt. I was so excited and I couldn't wait to spend some one on one time with him. All eyes flickered towards me, because my silence was and indication of truth.

"You do!?" Damion choked on his coffee a little.

"With who!?" Dean, asked in shock.

"Oh, boys stop it." My mother hissed eye bawling the two, she turned to me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Who is it sweetheart?"

"James, James Myers."

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Late night update for y'all!

It's 1:02am here.

But what can I say it's the only time of day/night I get to myself!

Here's a photo of the clothes Rose is wearing climbing 😉

Doesn't she look like a bad ass! because my character Rose is a bad ass climber!

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