Dreams of Damon
Ch. 3 Diary Entries.
Selene's POV…
Ever since I was a kid, I've had vivid dreams. My therapist said to keep a diary. I was 9 and now I know that my dreams are actually premonitions. I figured that truth out 6 years ago when my mom died. I had dreams of a funeral, but I could never see clearly who was in the casket. I had the same dream for a week, then I got the call that Mom had been in a car accident. She died instantly. The whole funeral was the worst case of deja'vu I have ever had. Every detail was exactly like the dreams. Needless to say I needed serious medication after that. It took me a long time and many different therapists, once I found Dr. Masen though I knew I'd found my savior. He got me keeping my journals again and helped me see the gift these dreams could be. Now I hope he's right, for the last couple of nights I have been having the similar dreams. They start the same, but gradually differ and last night was really vivid. I woke up feeling like I'd run for miles. The night before I woke covered in sweat. So here I go tonight I'll start a new log.
Dear Diary,
My doctor wants me to keep a journal, so this will be my first entry.
I find myself wandering through the park, fog rolls in slowly. I'm not scared like I should be. I feel like I am looking for something, though I have no idea what. I keep walking deeper into the growing fog, I feel like I am being watched now. Scanning the area reveals nothing. A bird caws from somewhere nearby. I hurry my pace till I reach the fountain, set in the parks square. The fog is steadily thickening, swirling still around my knees. Movement catches my eye, looking again at the fountain I see a bird perched on the topmost bowl. It stares at me with a far more intelligence then any animal should have. With one last cawing shriek, it takes flight soundlessly. I am not alone for long however, I feel a presence in the fog. A powerful one too, but before I can muse anymore I am face to face with him. His skin practically glows in the darkness, his clothes blend completely. Tight fitting black jeans encase lean legs. A black button up shirt open over a black beater. His black leather jacket finishes his outfit, the whole ensemble screams bad ass, and he sure looks it. There is confidence in his midnight eyes, and his stance seems to radiate power. I can tell he is not human. Looking at him I imagine this must be how Bella felt upon seeing Edward for the first time. My heart races and my mouth goes dry, he just smirks. Damn is he ever sexy. I wonder if this dream is a product of my very repressed libido.
"No cara it is not, I assure you I am very real." he speaks, a hint of accent in his soft voice. Now I really must be crazy, I didn't speak out loud but he answered my thought. Now I know for sure he is not human, he's just too beautiful and the aura of power he wears like a second skin. The combination just screams supernatural.
"Right again, cara I haven't been human for many centuries." He moves closer as he speaks so the end of his sentence, is spoken in a velvet whisper, that ghosts over the skin of my earlobe. I take a step back as my breathing doubles, yet I am not afraid. He's close enough now that I can feel the power that swirls around him like a line of ants crawling up my spine. Something pushes at my mind, a soft command. Look at me, the little voice says. I can't help it, I do. Looking up I meet those dark eyes, I can feel the power trying to draw me into it's web, but I stand firm. Whatever he wants, he'll have to get without any mind tricks. The power recedes.
"Impressive." he whispers, his hands which had been at his sides move up my arms. I see now why I am so cold, I'm in a t-shirt and jeans, my hair secured in a clip, to keep it off my face. I shiver when his hands reach my shoulders, his skin is cool, like he's been out without a jacket, despite the fact he's wearing one. Without another word his hands drop, I instantly want more. I watch with fascination, the way a bird might watch a cobra, as he removes the leather jacket from his shoulders and places it around me. The scent of his cologne which clings to the coat, now envelops my senses. Spicy and exotic, a hint of sandalwood. Without the heavy jacket I can see more of his body, well defined chest and abs. His arms are well muscled but not in a body builder type way. I feel insignificant and plain next to him. He just watches me for a minute, that feels like an hour. A hint of a smile playing on his lips. Leaning over he pulls the clip out of my hair. It falls to the small of my back in fire engine red waves. He pulls in a sharp breath, and I have a Bella moment, sniffing my hair to make sure it smells okay. It smells like the vanilla of my shampoo, he laughs. A deep rich sound that carries in the still air. I get the feeling that not many have heard it.
"How right you are, quite impressive cara." his voice is still soft but he's so close, that I can hear him fine. His accent has to be Italian. I took Italian as my language in high school, and if I recall correctly, cara means dear. He just smirks now, I guess he found something amusing.
The dream fades out after that, as I wake up to the shrilling of my alarm clock. Damn that miserable invention anyway. I don't want to get up, I want to go back to sleep. I want to go back to him. I think about the dream all day. Halfway through my last class of the day, I realize I don't know his name.
A.N. As usual, don't own Damon. Just borrowing and will return after I have my wicked way with him. I'm sorry if my having to re-post this was a headache, but it needed fixing. Hopefully it's better now. Thats what I get for being in a hurry though. Again I am sorry.