I'm safe. I don't know where I am, but I know I am safe. He's here to protect me and I'll be fine. No, we'll be fine.
"Bella, look at me." He grabs my face in his hand and I gazed into his milk chocolate orbs and smile softly. He returns the smile and gently strokes my face, pressing his forehead to mine.
" We don't have much time." He warns in his melodic voice and I nod agreeing with him, these meeting always end too fast.
Licking my lips before I respond back, my voice hushed and eager. "W..we never have much time."
" We will soon enough. I promise." His voice was definite, more so than normal, causing me to perk up.
" What do you mean?" My brows furrow in confusion as I look to him. He clears his throat and sits back allowing me to see where we are. It's night and we are in a circular clearing in the woods. The trees tower over us and there is enough of an opening in the canopy of trees to allow the full moon to fill the space with a blue light. He stands and reaches down to take my hand. Looking him over I see he is clad in all black, a belt holding a dagger and other weapons on his waist. He is lean and fit. I take his hand and he helps me up.
" I mean, this is coming to an end." My heart drops. I have come to live for these encounters with him.
"Wh..why what do you mean?" He chuckles and shakes his head holding both hands.
"I mean the Mystic Galla. I will be there and you will be as well." His eyes gleam with myth . His hands still hold mine, his eyes shining bring. He is so handsome, his green eyes are accentuated by his long curling lashed. His skin was a beautiful warm golden red hue. My breath hitches as I feel this pull to him . Smiling wider he takes his hand from mine and places it around my waist.
" I feel it as well. You are mine, never forget that. I know your wants and desires as well as you knowing that of mine." His voice his husky . His eyes close as if he is in pain and he frowns and shakes his head, out time is up. I begin to protest and he places a finger over my lips and smiles. " I will have you soon, I promise." His lips are on mine before I can protest. His kiss, always brings me to my knees, figuratively as I am only standing thanks to his hands on my waist. Reaching my hands up to fist into his hair, his curly thick mane . He moans at that action. Our tongues intertwine and then...nothing.
Sighing as I sip my coffee at the breakfast bar. These damn dreams. You see this has been a common occurrence in my life since I reached adulthood in college. They aren't the general "wet dreams" a horny individual would have. They tend to be much, much more. This mystery man, that I don't even know his name, has vowed to protect me and the power within me. That last part isn't too odd. My cousins and I was orphaned at a young age and we lived with our Grandmother in the manor. Where she trained as and the Chosen Thee. We're witches. Have been for centuries. Per Gran, our souls have been reincarnated multiple times to fight the greater evil, after each death and rebirth we grew stronger.
Together, my cousins and I are powerful. We have the power to stop a greater evil that has yet to make itself known to us. We vanquished a few demons but none are that the family spell book had been based down from generations and been through multiple wars, both supernatural and human.
"Good Morning, Sunshine." Rosalie. My perky overly excited older cousin calls out. I groan. Ever since she and her husband, Emmitt, married last spring, she has been...painfully happy. It's not that I'm jealous, really I'm not. I am so happy for her. I know one day, I will have that love...well rather touch it.
"So, any dreams last night, Bella?" She asks as she sits at the breakfast bar beside me sipping her own mug of the good stuff. It's become routine since I mentioned my dreams on a visit home from school one semester.
I nod. Still as perplexed as I was when I woke up. " Yes, I did have a dream." I scratch my head and try to make sense of it. " He said that..our time is coming to an end."
"An end?" Rose, asked as she put her mug down.
"An end." I quipped back, as I stood to get myself another mug. thinking to myself the Gran must be at the bookstore already so she can close out early for ...
"The Gala!" I exclaimed and I put my mug down. My eyes wide and pull my hair back stressfully. "He...SHIT!" I exclaim out and begin to pace around the kitchen. He told me he would meet me tonight, at the Mystic Gala. The Gala where all mystical beings come for the celebration of the blue moon before the first snow. The magic intensity is special as this time of year, is full of magic.
"What's wrong with her?" I hadn't noticed Alice come in. My youngest cousin though she and I are only 3 months apart, I still tend to baby her.
" I think she and her dream boyfriend broke up," Rose respond sipping the coffee casually.
Shaking my head I huff out and lean against the counter, I have better tell them before they reach crazy extremes.
"No, It's not that. He told me it was our last time meeting because she will be seeing me soon...in person." I pause and wait, speaking at them from under my lashes.
"WHAT?!" The both exclaim.
"How is that possible, where? When?" Alice screeched.
" Oh my God, this is it! Finally" Rosalie shrieked.
I could only smile at their reactions as the talk on and on about how finally the literal man of my dreams is going to meet me in the flesh.
" Uh, that's not all..." I began as the calm down and look at me. " He said that he would meet me at the Gala...tonight."
The silence was deafening. Both women stared back at me, gaping at the information I gave them.
"Right. Well, I'm off to the bookstore to meet Gran." Rushing out the kitchen I grab my coat and purse, but not fast enough.
" Wait...Bella!" Rosalie and Alice rush after me.
" Are you nervous? I mean...this is going to be the biggest night of your life." Rose took my hand and looked into my eyes, cautiously. As if I would spring and run like a frighted animal. Honestly, it didn't sound like a bad idea.
"Of course, I am Rose. This guy...this MAN has been coming to me in my dreams since I was 17...it's been 8 years. I don't even know his name." I put my purse and coat down on the table in the foyer and walk to the parlor. Looking out the windows I see the autumn leave blowing in the cool air. I can almost smell the crisp air, as each leaf flowing its own way and its own path. But..two seem to intertwine together as they move together as if there was a force pushing them. Then...I see him. It's my first time seeing him awake. From this distance, I can tell it's him. A ray of sunlight is on his face, the first time I see him in the light. His green eyes sparkle with glee. His skin glows in the light. He's wearing a black pea coat and black pants. I'm sure he has his weapons belt on underneath. That beautiful mop of copper hair shining in the
A neatly shaved beard masked a smirk. I saw his fingers moving and pushing the leaves with his powers, making them move as one. As if they were dancing.
"Tonight." His voice echoed in my head and then he vanished.
"Hun, it's going to be alright. Why don't you go back to bed and get some more rest?" Rosalie suggested coming up behind me.
She hadn't seen him.
"No..I'm going into town. I'll be fine." I turn back to her smiling and shake my head. I needed air and I had to get out of there fast.
"I'll see you guys before the Gala tonight!. Bye!" I yell out before grabbing my things and stepping into my car.
I toss on my jacket, before climbing into my jeep. I look into the review mirror and begin my journey to the bookstore.
Our town is pretty normal for a new england coastal town. We had our fair share of fairies, witches, and warlocks. We all worked well together. The humans didn't know of our magical way, expect a few who were romantically involved. The vampires and werewolves were also well behaved. There were no killings between the two species for centuries. Our town had a special aura to it that allowed us all to get along, and live peacefully, my ancestors are the ones who conformed the aura. It was the combined power of The Chosen Three and the Divine Power. The Divine Power was sort of a mystery to us. After the aura was formed there was no other sighting or the Divine Power in the history of our town, or our spell book. The power vanished from history. Perhaps it's sole purpose was to create the aura, and it was never able to reincarnate, nor needed to. It fulfilled its destiny. However, this is all speculation. Nobody truly knows what really happened that night, the aura was formed.
Arriving at the bookstore I rush in from my jeep to get inside. The cool air was freezing to my bones. Inside it was warm and cozy. The bookstore was magical. Dark wood filled the inside. A strong oak made the multiple bookshelves surrounding the entrance. In the center of the room sat a massive stone fireplace, the metal grate-protected the dark hardwood floor from sparks had the family crest on it. The infinity symbol intertwined in a circle with a three leaves intertwined on the stem forming roots and making a tree.
Heading towards the back office I see there are already a few patrons in the store. There are a few regulars magical beings, as well as humans. It's just shy of the beginning of the holiday season and a few people are beginning their shopping. I'll have to start my brewing for the holiday home fragrance I sell during this season. Placing my coat and purse behind the counter I smile and a nod to a few customers, greeting them.
"Well, good morning Belly." A sweet, voice behind me sang out. Her voice was always so strong and soft at the same time. I honestly thought of her of being a person who had great potential of doing those audio book voice overs. It would be great for the bookstore, she never agreed. Turning around and kiss her cheek and smiled warmly. My Grandmother was a round woman, but not obese. Her face a barely visible of any wrinkles, her brown skins smooth and bright. I can't help but wonder if my mother would look more like her if she was living.
"Good morning, Gran. I thought we wee going to get rid of that nickname this year." Belly. You know being a child with the name Isabella was difficult at the time.
" Oh, come on sweetheart, you know old habits die slow. How are you doing, this morning?" She asks gathering a few books together on the counter. I know what she's implying at I'm wondering how much she knows. Either that gossiping Granddaughter, Alice of her's gave her a call as I was on my way or her ability to see and know things gave her the information she was waiting for me to share.
" I'm going to see him tonight." I hold off and wait for her reaction. She continues to be unfazed and nods.
"And..." And? What? That's her response? Confused I nod.
"And...I'm nervous?" I can't help but make it into a question. This wasn't what I was expecting from her. Of course, I'm nervous, this is the first time I've ever expected to actually see him in person. Shaking her head Gran turns to me her eyes serious and knowing.
" You saw him this morning, right? He showed you a bit of his power,no?" I gape at her. How she manages to know these things never stops to amaze me. I bite my lip and nod. Witches and warlocks being together are a little frowned upon in the world. Supposedly it's too risky for the power they can create together, it could be catastrophic.
"Bella, there is something coming for you..."
"Gran…" I try to interrupt her but she stops me holding my hands in hers.
"Listen to me, there is something brewing out there.I'm not saying it's the warlock we have learned that is possessing your dreams but there is something that will challenge The Chosen Three." She reaches up and pats my face softly. A sad smile resting on her lips.