-SEVEN-

As I turn a page of "Ancient Runes and How To Read Them", I hear a male voice screaming just outside of my bedroom. I walk out cautiously and see Kurtis on the floor, his eyes closed and still muttering something and moving in a disturbing way, as if he had the most terrifying nightmare on Earth.

I put my hands on his shoulders and try to wake him up. I say his name a few times then slap him gently on his face. Suddenly he stops moving and voicing weird sounds, now looking as normal as always. I kneel beside him and place his head in my lap. His angelic face could be looking at me now if his eyes weren't closed. I check his pulse and see that he's still alive, then I resume my attempts to wake him up.

He opens his blue eyes looking straight into mine and I feel like he's looking into my soul. I smile at him and he looks so confused.

Before I know it, I'm being squeezed by his arms. Not that I didn't like it, it was just surprising, given the way he was acting minutes ago.

"Kurtis?" I say and break the embrace. "Why were you on the floor screaming?"

"Because I… I keep having these dreams, Lara" What he says surprises me. He stops for a second the continues.

"At first, they were just about a rotten body, but then today I want to come to your bedroom and when I'm almost at the door, a headache strikes me like lightning and there I am, in your bedroom, with that body next to you ripping your head off." he says then looks at me, his eyes with tears ready to pop out.

We get up and go to my bedroom. I sit on the bed, thinking what should I do about this.

"Look," I say as he sits next to me "I know you have some telekinetic powers, I saw you at the Louvre. And I wondered many times if these are the only powers you've got" He looks at me, waiting for me to speak. I don't, letting him enlighten me about his powers.

"Well, there's something I call farsee, and it's like an out of body experience, only I'm not dead, and it helps me see stuff around me without moving. It has a pretty long range, I can explore your domain from here and outside of it." He says this, looking at me all the time, and I try to avoid his gaze, fearing that he may find out how concerned I am for him.

"Well," I start, an idea popping into my mind. "What if these dreams of yours are linked to some kind of mental power of yours… What if you can see the future?"

"What do you mean, that a dead body is gonna come here in a few days and cut your throat?"

"No, of course not." I say, thinking that I've faced more dangerous stuff in my life than a body. "I'm talking about some… encrypted vision of sorts."

"Well, if your head will be hopefully still on your shoulders, then it means you're in great danger, right?"

We looked through some Dream Oracles written by old Celts and started making interpretations.

"Well, I don't have any idea what this language is, but I hope you understand it." he said looking doubtfully at the book in my hands.

"Of course I do, Kurt. It says here that if you dream about a dead body, most of the cases indicate a situation solved since a long time, or a relationship that needs ending…" He gave me a peaceful look as my voice trembled on the last few words. I read them again, thinking I misunderstood them, but I translated them correctly.

"Kurtis, how long have you been dreaming this?"

"Hey, take it easy" he says then grabs my chin. "No relationship needs to end here, okay? I'm sure it has nothing to do with us, these dreams popped in my mind long before." I'm still on the edge of crying, but I nod and then a wild tear drops from my eye. I didn't feel very sad, but still, thinking that his dreams don't want us together…

He then kissed my lips gently and for a long time, in a possessive kiss that tried to tell me that I'm all his and no one could take me from him.

We continued deciphering his odd visions, but everything on "Dead Body" and "Jail" or "Prison" was about good things about to happen. If we were to fully believe in this, we should get married straight away.

Even when we went to "assassin" it said that if you dreamed about someone being killed, you should be more balanced in your decisions.

It was eight o'clock in the evening and we were still leafing books, searching the internet, but nothing useful was found. After another two hours we decided to stop and go to sleep.

"We can share beds you know." I told Kurtis when we were heading to our bedrooms, already in our pajamas. "So anytime you feel lonely you know where to find me." I didn't think of anything dirty, I only wanted to share a bed with him. He seemed to get it and came with me in my bedroom. He was only wearing pants, no shirt, so I could admire his gorgeous body until I fell asleep.

I didn't blame him, I myself was wearing only a my underwear and a very transparent night gown.

He then noticed the big wound in my side. It was healed, but only I know how agonizing it was.

"What happened to you?" he asks, gently touching the scar on my side.

"A metal rod stabbed me." He kissed that wound then he planted kisses all the way up to my neck.

He kissed my lips briefly and said:

"Come, let's go to bed."