A/N: I'm really nervous about putting out this new story... I really really love the idea, of course the demon body paint sparked the idea lol this is just kind of a pilot chapter because I'm still feeling out the supernatural part of my story. I'm usually just drama/romance but I'm stepping outside my comfort zone. So we'll see. Give me feedback :) I own nothing execept Annabelle.
The dream is never the same, but he is. The man in my dream is always consistant. I couldn't tell you what time he comes to me, but it's nearly every night. Clad in his red and black demon looking paint, those peircing blue eyes looking up at vibrant green ones from under long black eyelashes. I'm laying in bed, and I'm trying to sleep when I feel a pair of warm, rough hands on my knees. They easily spread my legs apart, making me feel exposed under his gaze. My deep redish hair was splayed across my pillow.
"This isn't real..." I tell him. I always said that to him.
"Of course it is, my love." He would respond. His touch felt real. "Every night I prove to you that it is." He tells me. His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh until they reach my panties. I let out a soft gasp when he slips them to the side and his fingers slide over my folds. "Real enough?" He asks, dipping his head down to the crook of my neck and peppering the skin with kisses.
"Oh god..." I groan, my hips squirming under this touch. Two of his fingers were circling my clit, teasing me. He slipped one inside of me and my back arches off the bed to meet it. My hand had come up and my nails were digging into his side as his pace increased. A loud moan escaped my lips, but it was cut off when he claimed my mouth with his own, his tongue gliding along my bottom lip. He pulls his hand away from my heat and i let out a soft huff of protest.
"Still think this isn't real?" He murmurs against my ear, making me shiver. His fingers follow the newly formed goosebumps along my arm and down between the valley of my breasts. He slinks down between my legs, "Watch me..." He instructs, his breath hot on my folds. He kisses the inside of my right thigh, then the left. Our eyes are locked as he licks the length of my core up to my already sensitive clit. My head rolls back into the pillow and I moan as my fingers tangle into his hair. He had an arm hooked around my thigh, holding it off to the side to keep me open for him. His tongue continued to attack my clit, now flicking back and forth over it. Each flick made me inch closer and closer to my release. His lips circled my clit and he sucked on it before giving it a gentle nibble. THat was what it took. I basically screamed my release as my body spasmed under him. His fingers made circles on the skin of my thighs as I came down from my high. "You need to wake up and pack. I'm excited to meet you in person soon, my love." He tells me.
"What?" I ask, a little taken aback. My eyes snapped open and he smirked down at me.
"Are you not excited?" He questions, with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm moving in-" I start to reply but he cuts into my sentence.
"One week." He finishes, "See you soon." He murmurs.
***...***...***
I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. The light was pouring through the small cracks of my black out curtains. I reached over and grabbed my phone, checking the time which read just after 11 am. My pussy was literally soaked, I was used to it at this point. I swear I came in my dreams at least twice every night the past few months.
"Are you up in there?" Kelly asks, giving my door a few knocks.
"Yeah..." I grumble, sitting up in bed and turning on the light by my bed. She pushes open the door and walks in, tossing a couple of my duffle bags on the floor. "Thanks." I tell her, glancing at them. I still had so much packing to do. Kelly, who has been my best friend since kindergarten, and I had both gotten an internship in Ireland. We were moving in a week.
"Girl..." She looks at me skeptically. She flicks my over head light on and gives me a once over. "You're soaked in sweat, and why is there red an black make up all over you?" She questions. I give her a confused look before standing up and walking to my full sized mirror. There was black and red smudges all over my skin, mostly from where'd his mouth had been.
"God, this can't be real..." I murmur, touching the black color with my finger tips.
"Are you sure you're just not seeing someone and not telling me about it?" She asks, putting her hands on her hips. "Because your 'dreams' seem all to real." She comments.
"You know I"m not." I growl at her.
"I know." She sighs. "This isn't right, maybe you should find someone to talk to." She suggests, "YOu know like a medium or something. Maybe the guy is like dead, and he visits you in spirit. I've heard about shit like that." She says, her brown eyes looking at me desperately. I'd told her about these dreams a couple months ago, so she was used to me waking up sweaty, but this was a first with the paint.
"He's not dead." I tell her, walking into the bathroom. She leans against the door frame, and watches me wash my face. "He said in my dream that I needed to wake up and pack, because he'd be meeting me soon. In person." I say.
"Ok, that's creepy." She replies. I could tell that scared her a little bit.
"He knew exactly when I was moving." I sigh. "I mean maybe this is all just in my head, like it's just my imagination going wild." I shrug, trying to play it off for her benefit.
"Which doesn't explain the paint that is on your neck, you arms, between your fucking legs." She exclaims, not buying that for a second.
"We need to pack. We'll worry about it when something actually happens. Until then, moving, school and work girl. Focus." I say to her.
"I'm scared for you..." She murmurs unsure.
"There's nothing to be scared for, I haven't been hurt or attacked." I assure you.
"But you have been attacked, sexually. Which is just as dangerous." She rebuts.
"Kelly. Go pack." I say to her, "We have shit to get done." I redirect her attention.
***...***...***
"I feel like we just packed an entire how, now we have to unpack an entire house." Kelly grumbles. Her slim frame was crossed legged in the middle of our new living room, boxes surrounding her. We'd only brought along what we really needed, which was a lot more than what we'd originally thought. THe dreams stopped after that night, which was odd but a relief at the same time.
"We did. And we are." I chuckle. Tonight would be our first night in our new house in Ireland. We were in a cabin like house off Lough Derg lake in a small town called Bushypark. It was close to Deeryoober Bog, which is the area I would be working in. I was all about the Forrest and the environment. Kelly would be working in town. "I need to run into work and give professor Galloway my paper work. I'll be back later, maybe we'll go to the grocery store so we can eat." I chuckle.
"Alright. See you later." She mumbles, looking around at the boxes. She looked super overwhelmed. I grabbed my truck keys, which by the way cost a fortune to get over here, and headed out the door. The roads out here in the middle of no where were extremely narrow, making it difficult to pass by anyone going the opposite direction. I pulled up to the smaller office building that sat in the middle of the bog, the parking lot was literally gravel spread out in front of the building. I walked up to the building, and gave the door a pull, discovering it was locked. So I rang the doorbell that was next to the handle.
"Miss Brookes." Professor Galloway greets me, pulling open the door. "Please come in." He says, stepping to the side. "It's good to finally meet you in person. Mr. Banks has only said wonderful things about you." He tells me, shaking my hand. Mr. Banks was my college professor in Florida, where I was studying in the everglades.
"That's good to hear." I chuckle, "It's great to meet you too professor. I brought in the papers you needed." I tell him, starting to pull them out of my purse.
"Great, great." He smiles. "Come on into my office here, and I'll get those put away. Then I'll show you around the office building a little bit." He says. The professor was an old man, in his 50's. He had long brown hair peppered with gray that was pulled into a pony tail that sat low on his neck. I sat at one of the chairs and watching him file away the things I had given to him. "There isn't much to the building lass, obviously this is my office." He explains, leading me back out into the main area and motioning to a couple desks, "The secretaries are Donna and Becky. The other office next to mine belongs to Mr. Callahan, he mostly deals with accounting and bank stuff. Honestly you won't be in here much, you'll be out with the field team but it's good for you to at least know where the office is. There is also a warehouse that you'll see when you start on money, that's where all the supplies you'll need will be, and where you'll spend most of your time. Mrs. Archer will be training you for a week before you're out on your own." He explains.
"Sounds great." I smile. I wasn't much of an office girl anyway. I took this job knowing I would be out in the bog and the woods getting dirty and studying the wildlife. I heard the front door pull open and close with a click behind me, but didn't really think about it since I was still taking in the setting in front of me.
"Ah, Mr. Balor how nice of you to drop in." I hear professor Galloway greet him. "Mrs. Brookes, this is Finn Balor he funds most of what we do here." He introduces me. I turn around and come face to face with the bright blue eyes from my dreams. My breath is literally stuck in my throat, and I can't seem to find any words. He was in an all black suit.
"Delighted to meet you." He extends a hand towards me with a pause, then adds, "In person." With the faintest hint of a smirk.
"Mrs. Brookes, are you alright?" The professor asks, concern evident on his face. I managed to suck in a deep breath, and pull myself together enough to take his hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Balor." I try to smile.
"Professor Galloway has only said wonderful things about you." He winks. That voice... God I would know it anywhere. Granted I was used to a murmur in my ear, but still, I would know. I only smile at the professor, because honestly I was speechless right now.
"Well I don't want to overwhelm you for one day." Professor tells me, "I'm sure you still how a lot of unpacking to do." He adds and I nod.
"I do." I say, probably a little too eagerly. "It was great to finally meet you, and it was nice to meet you in person Mr. Balor but I should probably get going." I tell them both.
"Have a good day." Professor nods at me.
"Please, let me walk you out." Finn says, motioning to the door. All sorts of alarm bells were going off in my head saying that this was definitely a bad idea. Granted I could be wrong, maybe it was just coincidence that he sounded just like the guy in my dreams, that his eyes were exactly the same. And maybe when he said it was great to finally meet me in person, it was truly because professor had spoken well of me.
"That's alright, no worries. I'm sure you're here for something important." I say as politely as I could. "Have a good day gentleman." I tell them before hastily exiting the office. Without running, I walked as fast as I could back to my truck and wretched the door open pulling myself inside. My eyes kept glancing to the rear view mirror. "Jesus christ, Annabelle... Breath." I said to myself. I don't know why I was checking to see if he was following me. If Finn really was the guy in my dreams, he'd given me no reason to be scared of him, so checking the rear view was stupid. A few minutes later I pulled into the driveway and and walked up to the house.
"How was it? Is your professor nice?" Kelly asks, walking around the corner. "What's wrong?" She asks, with furrowed eyebrows.
"Professor is great." I tell her honestly. "I also met the man who funds the office... His name is Finn Balor." I say, she's looking at me expectantly. "And he was delighted to finally meet me." I paused, "In person." I watched as it registered on her face.
"Oh my god..." She murmurs.
"Yeah." I sigh, leaning against the counter.
"How do you know that he hadn't just heard good things about you and you're jumping to conclusions?" She asks, trying to be the voice of reason.
"His eyes Kel... I know those eyes." I murmur, thinking about him again. "And the voice, like I'd know it anywhere. That was him." I assure her.
"Ok. We're going to deal with this." She assure me back. "But lets focus, we need to unpack and we need food." She tells me. We were really good at trying to refocus each other in situations.
"Ok."
A/N: So... Love it? Hate it? Do I need to take it down and start over lol
