en·ig·mat·ic/ˌenigˈmatik/
Adjective: Difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious.
Enigmatic
"It's a Date"
I watch myself running down the shoreline, my laughter a symphony of bells. I whip my head around and see him, chasing me. His handsome face bright with happiness, his messy blonde hair pushed back by the wind. "Slow down!" He shouts after me, laughing between pants. It comes from his lips in a different tongue, but I can understand it in English none the less.
"Too fast for you?" I tease back in that same strange language. A dark smirk grows on his face and he pumps his legs faster. I laugh wildly as he gains on me. And before I know it, he tackles me to the ground. The pain of the fall is pushed aside, replaced with excitement as he laughs, rolling on top of me and pinning my wrists to the ground. His glacial eyes bore into mine, and he leans down, kissing my face. I can feel his lips on my skin, the cool sea air kicking up around us as the sun glints off of the rippling water. He pulls his face up from mine ever so slightly, moving his lips over mine, his hot breath hitting my face. And just before he lowers his mouth to mine..
I wake with a start, groaning loudly with frustration. It's the millionth time I've had that dream, and I always wake confused and flushed, without ever having gotten that kiss.
It just doesn't make sense. I've never dreamt of something so vivid. The details seems so real, as if I were stuck in a memory. And yet, I've never met that handsome man before.
When I first began to have these dreams, I wondered if it was a vision of another. I couldn't rule it out, with my "psychic powers" or whatever they are. But then I got a good look at the girl, and recognized her as myself. And though her blonde hair was much fairer, and longer, and her clothes looked medieval, those were the only differences between us. So it remained that puzzle that I couldn't solve. And having it over and over made me think that it had to mean something.
It fascinated me, and still does. But by now, I'd given up on looking too much into a silly dream. Till today.
I sit up slowly in my bed, glancing at the clock on my bedside table. It's nearly ten, and I know I should get up and begin the day. Even if it is a Saturday and I could kill a few more hours in bed. Rolling out of bed, I make my way to the living room. Lani, by best friend and room mate, is perched on the couch, reading a book. "Morning." She raises her mug to me and I grunt back. I'm not a morning person. "Coffee in the kitchen if you're feeling it, Cave Lady."
I manage half of a smile, sauntering into the kitchen and pouring myself a cup. It smells divine, and I note that I should thank Lani once I'm more awake. Leaving it black, I amble back to the living room, plopping onto the sofa besides her and flipping on the T.V. Sipping my coffee in silence, I scroll through the channels absently. A familiar face catches my eye, and I pause, turning back a channel.
I suck in a breath through my teeth. It's him.. the one from my dream. Granted he looks paler, and maybe even a bit older, I'm convinced. I slowly set down my coffee. "Holy shit."
"What, what is it?" Lani says, looking from me to the screen.
"That's him!" I point crazily at the screen. "The guy from my dream, that's him!"
She looks puzzled. "Your hot beach dream?"
"Yes. There's no doubt, it's him!"
Lani pauses. "That's Eric Northman, owner of Fangtasia." I look at the screen again, and his face is replaced with words, 'Fantasia. Where the blood is warm, and so is the service'.
"That vampire bar you're always begging me to go to?" I ask her.
"Yeah. Damn, Devon. Why is it you get to have a hot dream with him, and I've been dying for a fantasy for weeks and I've gotten diddly squat?" She huffs, finishing off her coffee.
"But I've never seen him before now.. How could I dream about somebody I've never seen?" I stand pointing at the T.V., though he's long gone now.
Lani makes a thinking sound. "Is it one of your visions, you think?" She tosses her book onto the coffee table. Lani and I have known each other since we were little, so it won't surprise anyone that she knows of my gift. Even if I hadn't decided to tell her, we're together so often she would have guessed it eventually. And she could be right. But it doesn't make any sense. I'd told her of it before and she said the same thing, but my visions come to me when I'm awake, not when I'm sleeping. And besides, if it really is Eric Northman, he couldn't be running around in the sunlight without bursting into flames.
"I don't know.." I sink back onto the couch, letting my head fall into my hands. "This is crazy."
Lani rubs my back reassuringly. "Hey, it's okay." She pauses for a minute. " Hey, maybe you'll finally come to Fangtasia with me? You can get a good look at him, just to be sure you have the right guy. You could be wrong, you know. They might just look really similar."
I know she's wrong. There's no doubt in any thread of my being. The one in my dream, and the vampire in the Fangtasia advertisement are the same in almost every way. And even though I cannot understand my strange connection with Eric Northman, I yearn to get another look at him. Maybe I could even get some questions answered.
Reluctantly, I lift my head and nod slowly. "Yeah. Okay."
Lani grins at me. "Fabulous. It's a date!"
And right then, everything is okay. But I don't know, I'm in for so much more than just a simple night at Fangtasia.
A/N: Please read. First True Blood fan fic! Bit of a cheesy ending, I know. But it's completely true. And it's short as well, but the chapters get progressively longer, don't worry.
And yes, the main character and narrator is a girl. Yes, her name is Devon. Yes, she's somewhat of a psychic, but there's a bit more to it than that. So stick around, give it a few chapters before you just dismiss it. And REVIEW. Thanks :)
