Max's POV
In my dream, I am running; running from the wolves that would stop at nothing to sink their nasty teeth into me. It was torturous how much running I did, my bare feet landing on sharp rocks and debris below. But I had to keep pushing myself further into the thick forest; I had to find a way out. After what feels like hours of endless running and chasing, I come to a break in the trees. I squeeze my way out, finally free. Or so I think. I suddenly halt to a stop, my feet skidding on the uneven gravel beneath me. I look down and contemplate jumping, when the wolves get to me, their teeth showing viciously. I have no time to think, so I do the only logical thing; I jump. For a while, I wish I have wings, being able to fly, to feel the wind rush past my feathers. But it is impossible to fly, and I wake up every night just before I hit the ground, crumpled and dead. This is normal.
What isn't normal is a man at the bottom of the cliff, ready to catch me when I fall. He's appeared in my dreams 2 or 3 times now, and each time he unfurls his midnight black wings and saves me from my untimely death. He then takes me back to the top of the cliff, and with one look scares away the wolves that haunt my every nightmare. They are vicious and scary, and yet they whimper as he shows his sharp canines. I have come to call him Fang for this; his teeth are the sharpness equivalent to that of a vampire. But this man is no blood sucker. He has skin kissed by the Greek sun, his features dark and shadow-like.
He sets me down gently, my feet lightly tapping the ground. I shake as I thank him for saving me, and he always replies with,
"Maximum, I am your guardian angel. I was created to save you and keep you from danger." He looks nothing like an angel; maybe the angel of death in the correct light. But his smooth tone and serious facial expression make me believe the very words he speaks. He slowly approaches me, his face closed off, but his dark eyes telling all. He's a few inches taller than I, so he must bend down to reach my lips. The space between us disappears as our faces cautiously move closer. As soon as our lips finally meet, I wake up with a cold sweat dripping down my face.
There is no reason for Fang to appear in my dreams, no reason for me to wake up jolting upright in bed. I don't know what this could mean, but when I awaken I feel someone there, watching me with careful eyes. I am alone in the morning, my fiancé hard at work by this hour, and yet I know I am not alone. This feeling makes me smile, and I am in a good mood for a majority of the morning. But yet I cannot help the feeling of guilt that consumes me. Again, I have no clue why I feel this way, but I do. Maybe someday this will all become clear. But someday was about to come sooner than expected.
I just randomly came up with this idea. Review and tell me if you like it or if you hate it. I'll update it with another chapter later on; I just have to figure out what to do next. This chapter was just explaining her dream, and yes, it is modeled after the beginning of The Angel Experiment. Just thought you might want to know.