Dreams of an IMMORTAL

Chapter 1

I could hear him. The echoing of his breath in my ears. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up on end as if they were being pulled right out. But every time I looked behind me no one was their. I knew he was. It was just like all the other times I had this nightmare. I would run and run but in the end he would just end up catching me.

"Why do you cry?" he whispered in my ear, "Don't you trust me at all?"

I whirled around on instinct trying to face my invisible attacker. But all that I saw was the fog that was slowly gathering at my feet.

"Who are you?" I pleaded, scared and crying. I had no idea why I was crying, but no matter how hard I tried the tears kept coming. Slowly the fog got thicker and thicker until I could only see a foot in front of me. I closed my eyes trying to block out the fog that was now burning them. When I opened them again he was in front of me. The same man that was as sinfully gorgeous as an angel. Instead of the white garb that most angels you see wear in pictures he was dressed in modern clothing.

My sinful angel was clad in jeans and a black shirt that hugged his toned chest. He wore black sneakers and had a sword and scabbard slung across his back. He was way over six foot with eyes as black as coal and deeper than the ocean. His hair was raven black and pulled back with a leather thong. His skin was a dark bronze that seemed to glow even in the gloom of the night and fog. And he had muscles that could only be made by wielding a sword.

"It's time." He said.

" Aaaahhhhhhhhhh….." I woke to the sound of my screams and the intense thrashing of my arms and legs. I was in my bed, tangled up in my comforter and night shirt. I was drenched in sweat. I could feel the sticky moister rolling down my stomach and legs. It was just the nightmare. I had been having the same one for the past month. And I was getting pretty damn tired of it to. I could not afford to be losing so much sleep. I had work tomorrow, and as it was I had already missed Friday in hopes to ketch up on my sleep. Which hadn't helped at all except to get me behind.

I slowly started to climb out of bed and stand up, in hopes to cool off and discard the remaining images of my nightmare. I was completely shaken and I had no idea why. It pissed me off! The gorgeous man hadn't tried to kill me or even threaten me for that matter. I had no reason in the world to be so nervous.

"Way to go Norvak" I mumble, "Just what you needed, another gorgeous man in your life", well dreams but that was beside the point.

I headed for the bathroom to start the shower. I was to wound up to get anymore sleep tonight so I might as well get started on my day.

An hour later when I was finally dressed and clean, I walked into the tiny kitchen that we owned. And went straight to the coffee maker.

"Ohh, hell"

The coffee maker could not possibly be broken; we had just bought it last week! Today was starting out to be a very shitty day- positive thinking, positive thinking…….

"Positive thinking" I chanted aloud. Negative thinking brought negativity into your life.

Oh well, at least it was still Sunday; their for I don't have to worry about work. YAY!

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At a quarter to seven i could hear my parents huseling and buseling about there bedroom. This morning it had been inposible for me to sleep so and I had ended up staying awake sense four-thirty. My parents own a small house right in the center of a small city. Though there are not many people that live in Cragswith it is still surprisingly loud and busy during the day. I love this small city. I have lived here all my life and don't know any other way of living.

" Honey hurry up your going to be late for school" my momma called........( and yes I do still call her momma)

" 'k, give me five seconds and I'll be down" I called from the bathroom.

At the moment I was trying to figure out what to do with my hair for it is very plain. You see I have long dark choclate brown hair with natural red highlights. Ohh, and did I mention it is straghter than a peice of paper and hangs down to my waist.

Finaly giving up on my hair I throw on a jacket and my backpack on my way down stares. I huge and kiss my mom and then run out to the bus right as it is stoping.