She gasped, her Prince of Darkness was here, he was coming, like he did every time. She looked down, but already knew what she would be wearing, a black dress, sleek, off the shoulder, and had a long slit down her left leg, she wore elegant black shoes, and her long black hair was flowing freely down her back.
She looked up, there he was, coming to her, he embraced her, then took her right hand and began to dance with her. As they danced, she could feel his cloak embracing her as well, covering her in more darkness. He always wore that cloak, and it excited her, he seemed like a demon, and she was not afraid of him, if only she could see who he was.
She could never see what he looked like, and it angered her, if this man was to invade her dreams, she should be able to see him, but she couldn't. It was not her place to see him yet. He brought her closer to him, leaned down.
"I can show you things you've never seen before," he whispered, like he did every time, and every time Jaci shuddered with pleasure. She looked up, it was so dark! The only light in the room was the one that was focused on them, she sighed and placed her head on his shoulder as he lead her on and on.
"Wow, that one was longer than usual," Jaci mumbled as she got up out of bed. She sighed and stretched like she did every morning. She sighed and moved to take a shower. She came out wearing a black tank top and jean shorts, her usual attire. She had a bowl of cereal for breakfast; she then grabbed her basket and walked out, barefoot as usual.
She loved the market place, all the people, all the children, the noise, the smell. She grinned as she passed by some town folk that she knew, and she knew most of them, it was a small town after all. She walked up to her grandmother's spot and smiled as she saw she was there already, bright and early.
"Hola abuela[I]," Jaci said, leaning over to hug her grandmother.
"Mija! Que ases aqui? Tienes que abrir la tienda[II]!" Coty said, Jaci rolled her eyes.
"Grandma, you know as well as I do that I don't have to open until 9 if I choose to, and besides, I want some mangos, and I need some food, I'll visit you before I leave," Jaci gave a kiss to her grandmother on the cheek and walked off. Jaci smiled, she knew her grandmother would be mad because she had answered her in English, not that she couldn't understand it, but they lived in Mexico now, this was their home and she expected Jaci to speak in Spanish, but Jaci didn't always.
"Hola Jaci[III]!" Jaci spun around, she smiled.
"Hola Becca, como estas[IV]?" Jaci hugged her younger sister tightly.
"Muy bien, pero tengo que compra unos[V]—"
"Mangos?"
"Si!" They both laughed.
"Well, grandmother is mad at me," Jaci said, as they walked to get the mangos.
"What did you do now?"
"I answered her in English."
"Ahy Jaci, you're going to regret that."
"I can deal with it." Becca shook her head. "Oh, did you hear, there's a newcomer in town."
"Really?" Jaci knew that she could depend on Becca to get all the gossip.
"Yes, they say he's very mysterious looking, dressed all in dark colors. They say he's got an accent."
"That's what they say about us too!" Jaci said, rather angrily, she was annoyed already, she didn't like gossip as much as her sister did.
"Don't get mad at me, that's what they said, and they say he's looking for spices and herbs, maybe he'll stop by your store/"
"Maybe." They bought some mangos, and walked back to see their grandmother.
"Hola abuelita," Jaci said smoothly. Coty glared at her. "I'll go open the store now, bye!" with that Jaci ran off. Becca shook her head, as well as Coty. Jaci walked back to her store/house.
Back in America, when she was younger they had been well off, they didn't make a lot to be rich, but enough, but Jaci didn't care much for money or possessions. Then her parents told her they were moving to Mexico, to a little place by the sea shore, and Jaci was ecstatic, she loved Mexico, her heritage was there. But they didn't make well in Mexico like they did in America, soon Jaci moved out, she was old enough to be on her own now. So she bought a house and changed it completely.
The original design was a kitchen, a small bathroom, a small bedroom, and a HUGE living room, but Jaci changed it all. She knocked down the living room walls, and placed windows all over the room, so it was a sun room, but it was her green house, that's where she kept her spices, the bedroom became an office, her bed was now in the kitchen, and she liked it like that, she had a small table to seat two and that's where she ate, then her bed was up against one wall of the kitchen. She kept her clothing in the office's closet. She had a dirt floor in the green house, all the other rooms had tile. She had no other possessions but a small radio and an old laptop computer that he parents had given her when she was in high school. And her books! Oh her books, she loved to read. She had wall to wall bookshelves that were almost full, and she was so proud of them, they were in every subject, but her favorite were of wizards, witches, werewolves, things that weren't real, and that could scare her, her top favorites were werewolves, vampires, and witchcraft. Jaci sighed happily, this was her place, no one but her own.
She placed the open sign on the door and walked to get a glass of water when she heard her door open and close. She sighed, time to argue with old ladies in Spanish about the prices of her herbs and spices once again. She walked over and saw a man, clearly the one that her sister had been talking about.
He was looking around at the herbs that she had on one side, so Jaci got a good look at him. He wore black slacks, with a black silk T-shirt, he also wore a long black trench coat, even his shoes were black! Jaci shook her head; she would die in the all the heat. She looked at his hair, it was long and sleek, and it looked rather greasy, she wondered what it would feel like to touch it.
"May I help you?" Jaci asked, since he was new and everyone said he had an 'accent', she thought maybe he could speak in English. The man practically jumped at the sound of English words being spoken.
"You-you can speak English?" he asked, walking over to her. Jaci noticed how his coat billowed out behind him. Jaci could hear the accent in his voice that everyone talked about.
"Yes, I can, may I help you?" Jaci asked, smiling slightly. The man sighed in relief.
"You have no idea how happy I am, not that I'm insulting the Spanish language, I just can't speak a lot of it."
"And I bet that you're not even from America," Jaci said, without thinking. She didn't like prying into other people's life, she was a very private person herself. The man smiled, and Jaci could tell that he didn't do that often.
"And why do you ask that?" he asked, leaning onto the counter. Jaci looked down.
"I'm sorry, that was out of line, I shouldn't have said that, what would you like me to help you with?"
"No, no by all means, I didn't mind, and you're right I'm not from America, I'm from London."
"Really?" Jaci's eyes went wide. "Wow, I've always wanted to go there I—" Jaci stopped, there she was, telling someone she didn't even know, one of her dreams. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Oh yes," the man took a slip of paper from his pocket. "I was hoping you had some of these in stock right now." Jaci took the paper from him, she scanned the list.
"Yes, I do, in fact I have all of them if you need them right now." His face lit up.
"Really? That's great, I've been to five different shops and no one's had them." Jaci smiled. Soon she had his herbs. "Thank you Miss—"
"Just call me Jaci." He smiled again.
"Well, thank you Jaci, my name's Severus." With that he walked out of the store. Jaci felt something different, but she couldn't be sure of what. She sighed and went on with her day.
She gasped as he took hold of her once more and they danced in the dark room. She looked up at him, like she did every time, and she was so upset that she still couldn't see who he was, she sighed and placed her head on his shoulder.
"I can show you things you've never seen before," he whispered once more. Jaci shuddered.
Jaci awoke suddenly. She quickly ran to her calendar. It couldn't be! She always had that dream once a month, and now she's had it twice. She pushed her hair back. This couldn't be!
He's trying to tell me something, but what I don't know! I should tell abuela.
Jaci quickly showered and changed into her regular black tank and jean shorts. She grabbed her basket and ran out. She growled in impatience as she saw that her grandmother wasn't there yet. She shook her head, she left her basket at her stand and then walked to the seashore, to think. She sighed and sat down on the cool sand and looked out at the ocean. She was always awed by the waves crashing up on the shore, by the sounds of the seagulls looking for fresh food to eat, and the people walking off and onto the beach.
Jaci felt as if she was being watched, so she turned her head. She smiled, she was right, she was being watched, by her cousin, Kristie. Kristie ran up to her and they hugged, then Kristie plopped down next to her.
"How are you?" Kristie asked, digging her toes into the sand. Jaci sighed.
"All right I guess, except for this darn dream," Jaci said.
"The one that you have every month since you could remember?" Kristie looked up at Jaci rather bored.
"Yes, except I had it again last night, and that's twice in one month." Kristie's eyes widened in surprise and Jaci smiled. Her entire family was very superstitious, they all tried hard to avoid cracks, not to spill salt, or drop silverware. Dreams were something that they believed in more than anything, dreams and the spirit world.
"Wow, have you told abuela yet?" Jaci shook her head.
"She wasn't there yet."
"She is now, come on we have to tell her." They got up and ran to the stand. Jaci sighed in relief as she saw her grandmother sitting there arguing with her mother like they did every morning.
"Abuela, Jaci has to tell you something!" Kristie said, forgetting to speak in Spanish, Coty glared at her.
"De que es?"
"Her dream grandma! She had that dream last night, that's twice in one month!" Kristie said, forgetting again to speak in Spanish. Coty and Emma, Jaci's mom, gasped.
"Is it true Jaci?" Emma asked. Jaci nodded. Soon she was ushered back to her house and her grandmother blessed her about four times. Jaci rolled her eyes.
Lot of help they were.
She sighed and opened up the shop. As the day went by, she looked for her strange visitor, but he didn't come. Jaci shook her head. She shouldn't care about him, he was a customer, she'd probably never see him again, but she couldn't get him out of her head.
Jaci walked over to her door and thankfully placed the closed sign on the door. She looked up at her calendar, it was August, well the last day of August, she shook her head. She went to bed and was fast asleep; thankfully she didn't dream anything at all that night.
[I] Hello Grandmother
[II] Daughter! What are you doing here? You have to open the store
[III] Hello Jaci
[IV] Hello Becca, how are you?
[V] Fine, but I have to buy some--