###DREAMING###

“AHHHHH!” SOMEONE SREAMS. WE RUN WE RUN AS FAST AS WE CAN. AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ETERNITY WE TURN INTO AN ALLY WAY.                                                                                          “STAY HERE AMETHYST!” HE SAYS. “STAY HERE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” NEVER HAD I HEARD HIM SO SERIOUS. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” HE ASKS AGAIN. I NOD.                                                                                                     “WHERE’S MUMMY AND DADDY” I WAS USALLY SO COMFORTABLE AND HAPPY ALL BY MYSELF WITH HIM. BUT NOT AT THIS TIME AND REASON.                                                                                                      “I DON’T KNOW. DON’T WORRY I’LL COME BACK.”                                                                                                       “YOU PROMISE?”                                                                                                                                              “I PROMISE.” HE KISSES ME ON THE FOREHEAD. AND GOES BACK THE WAY WE CAME.                                                                                                                     “JASON! JASOOOOOOON!”…

I sit up. Breathing heavily, tears welling in my eyes. I look around. The room is sparsely furnished with a queen sized bed (the one that I’m sitting on) at the far right wall, a cream coloured window seat sits underneath the teak lined sill and a rosewood wardrobe minds its business to the left of the door. I’m in Hasana’s house, in the spare bedroom.  Carol comes through the door in her playboy dressing gown with a mug of coffee.                                                                                                                                                                                  

“She’s awake!” she screams nearly throwing her cup on top of the cupboard. I shuffle against the headboard and groan. Sifting position was difficult and made me wince at the pain.                  

 “What happened?” I ask. “I feel so weak.”                                                                                                                                            

“Don’t worry about that now, just relax.”  The healer soothes moving to sit on the bed.                                             

“No. I have to know.”                                                                                                                                                                                     

“You sure you want to know?”                                                                                                                                                                         

“Yes. Stop trying to make me change my mind!” I shout. Carol looks up as everyone comes in. She looks to Dominique for advice. She nods.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

“Ok…”

After about half-an-hour, Carol finishes her story.                                                                                                                                                

“We don’t know what happened before that and were hoping you might.”  Though I did and had regained my memory, I wasn’t willing to share.                                                                                                                                                                                     

“Sorry, I don’t remember.” I lie. Adianna side glances me. She noticed.                                                                                           

“All right.” Carol believes. They leave after some exchanges of ‘thank god’, ‘you’re not going to leave my sight again’ and ‘don’t do that’. I was left alone to think of what to do next, before Adianna came back.                                                                                               

“You lied.” She whispers sternly, like a mother rousing on her children in public.                                                                                                                                

“I had to!”                                                                                                                                                                                                         

“You lied to us and we still trust you! What do you think Dominique would say to that? She would strip you of your powers! Do you think I want that? Ha?” She had made her point. I shake my head. It still hurt.                                                                  

“I didn’t think so. Now tell me.”                                                                                                                                                       

“No. I still won’t tell. It’s between me and my family.”                                                                                                                            

“We’re your family, unless there is more than your brother that’s still alive.”                                                                                                                                   

I shake my head. “Just my brother.”                                                                                                                                                                            

“I’ll leave you to rest then. And I won’t tell anyone of what we’ve talk about if you don’t.” She huffed.                                                                                                   

“I won’t.”

I come out after fifteen minutes. Once recognised, I was told to go back to bed which was answered with a ‘no I’m fine’. Dominique smiled at this. Probably pleased with what she had taught me. I went out doors; with the feeling I was being followed. Ignoring it, I head to New Mayhem, the vampire headquarters, all the while knowing I’ll have my powers stripped if caught. It takes ten minutes to reach the marker of the territory – a black rose bush. The driveway was just as long and as I enter through the invisibility field, the feeling of insecurerness leeks in.

There are vampires everywhere. They stare at me, making me more uncomfortable. I walk on, ignoring stares of meddler. They don’t attack. I walk through the doors; the safest place in the domain is in the main building where it is against all rules to attack a human without permission.  Looking around turns faces away. I can’t find my meeter.                                                                                                                        

“And where did you come from?” coos a voice, no more than a whisper, behind me. He’s found me before I.                                                                                                                      

“Where do you think?” a bit harsh, don’t care, why should I. He looks around. This wasn’t the safest place to talk.

 “Follow me.” We go upstairs, around a couple of corners and come to a dead end of bricks. He grabs my hand and the scene around us changes into what looks like an attic. Two chairs stand opposite, a lounge sits across the brick wall to my left and a window spans the entire back wall. He jesters towards an antique chair. I shake my head as you don’t sit on antiques and I didn’t come to relax and have a therapy session. He shrugs and takes the seat opposite the one he offered. He sighs.                                  

“Sorry about before. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t resist. I hadn’t eaten for days”                                 

“It’s ok.” I say forgivingly.                                                                                                                                 

“OK?! I could’ve killed you! That’s not Ok!” he gets up and walks to the window. I follow and place my hand on his shoulder, comforting him.                                                                                                                                     

“It’s Ok. You didn’t and that’s all that matters.”  Sighing, he turns to me and wraps me in his arms, gives me that brotherly cuddle, careful not to crush me with his inhuman strength. He had always been the strongest in the family, now stronger because of his change. He steps back from me after a few moments.

 “Now, enough o f that, what are you doing here, you know they’ll kill you if they found out who you are.”                                                                                        

“I know but I had to see you.”                                                                                     

“Why?”                                                                                                                          

“What happened to our parents? What happened to you after you left?” That did it. He goes silent. He jesters to the seat again and I apply.                                        

“It’s a long story, but I can’t keep it from you forever, so. Are you sure you want to know?” I nod and he begins.