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Ok, I was going to keep the Nessie/Masen scenes to Nessie POV but when I was thinking over how Masen was going to tell "Ronnie" about his past I thought that it might be better to see a little into his mind…
Masen
I lay on the floor beneath the sleeping bag staring up at my ceiling. Ronnie was already sleeping, snoring gently as she probably dreamt of that Jacob guy. I couldn't sleep; my mind was still spinning from that kiss.
My god it was intense! Much better than I'd imagined as her whole being engulfed me. Her strange sweet smell that was so alluring, and the warmth of her skin beneath the slinky material of her dress. Her skin was always warm! And then to my delight she kissed me as if she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her. This was no 'get out clause' kiss, this was full on passion.
I was flying high until the assault on my brain, because that's what it felt like. Suddenly this Indian warrior guy filled my mind and it was definitely coming from her because her skin flushed even warmer, if that was possible? And the kiss grew even more intense! But I felt hurt because she'd forgotten I even existed.
It was confusion then, spinning in my mind.
Her scent.
His scent.
Her body. His body. My body. Who was I? I couldn't remember.
Was I Masen or Ronnie or, or Jacob. The name danced in my head with the intensity of the love she held for that name.
No. Masen. I was thinking toward her. It's Masen you're kissing.
But I'm the mind reader, not her.
And then she pulled away and I could feel cool air hit. Even in my daze I could see the look of disappointment on her face when she realised I wasn't him. I was stunned and hurt, this had not gone to plan and all I could do was mumble an agreement and let her tow me from the party like some over sized balloon.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Masen did you really think you could make her forget him? Make her forget her perfect guy?
Oh great, this was how it had started before, voices in my head and insomnia.
But perhaps it was just the alcohol. Yeah maybe that was it.
Whatever! I wasn't getting to sleep tonight and there was no point staring at the ceiling doing nothing.
I sat up and looked over at my sleeping friend. God, how could somebody be so gorgeous?
With her creamy skin but flushed cheeks. Her eyelashes were long and thick and framed her beautiful chocolate brown eyes when they were open. Her heart-shaped face was framed by those strange bronze curls that fell a lot further than girls normally wore their hair these days. But I liked it! It was her!
She mumbled in her sleep and shifted position. Suddenly her hand rested on her pillow, palm up. Open. Inviting.
I reached out my hand, and then pulled it back quickly. No, that would be invading her privacy. But I couldn't not do it; I just had to see what she was dreaming about tonight, if it was anything too steamy I'd let go immediately.
I mean it wasn't even as if it was my fault I knew how to do this. I'd found out by accident one night when I was staying over at her house. I'd been fast asleep but I was jolted awake when something slammed into the side of my head. I was worried at first, my head was rather delicate, but then I felt the heat seeping into my skin and I could see Ronnie's arm above me in the darkness. I was just about to remove it gently when pictures formed in my mind.
It was as if I was dreaming, only I knew I was awake.
…Tree's sped by fast, green and tall, all shrouded with mist and then a house came into view. It looked old fashioned, but the scene shifted and it was the back of the house all plate glass windows…
When I realised I was picking up on Ronnie's dreams I quickly removed her hand, I didn't want to see anymore.
Of course it was one of those things, once you had a taste of it you found it hard not to go back for more.
Well just a peek wouldn't hurt.
I reached my hand out and touched my fingers lightly to her palm, her fingers curled slightly, then relaxed. I closed my eyes and watched as the dream unfolded…
…It involved the gold eyes again. I called them this because they all had gold eye. On top of this they were all very good looking, but there was also something a bit off about their pale skin and the way they moved.
They were in the clearing and there were more than the usual eight this time, although the pixie and the lean blond was nowhere to be seen. A pack of wolves flanked each side, they were big, really big and they all seemed to be different colours. They stood facing a mass of people in dark robes who seemed to be floating on the other side of the clearing. Clustered behind these was a group of people, all of them pale, all of them gorgeous, but they all had red eyes.
In the middle of this strange tableau was a baby girl who looked about three at the most and she was sat on an enormous russet wolf. I stared at the girl in shock; she had creamy pale skin with a blush in her cheeks, warm chocolate brown eyes that looked too knowing in such a young face. She had bronze ringlets that fell all the way down her back.
It was Ronnie, I was sure of it.
Then the russet wolf looked at me. It looked directly at me and bared its fangs growling low in its chest in warning.
The little girl giggled and stroked the wolf behind its ear.
"Hush my Jacob." She said in a voice like a bell. "There's no need to worry."
I gasped and pulled my hand away, the vision faded from my mind.
Oh my god!
That was Ronnie as a little girl, I was sure of it. And she spoke to the wolf as if it was a person! As if it was her Jacob! So what? Jacob is a werewolf? That was just seriously twisted, how could her dream guy be a monster?
I needed some fresh air.
I got up slowly so as not to wake Ronnie and made my way out to the platform my parents had built for me a few years back. I sat in the recliner next to my telescope and looked up at the stars.
The stars so peaceful up there, that was why my parents had shelled out for the renovations because looking at stars seemed to have a calming effect on me. There was very good reason they wanted to keep me calm, for fear that my illness had not been entirely linked to the physical evidence.
I needed to find some calm. Ronnie was starting to screw my head up in more ways than one, as if I didn't have enough trouble holding on to who I was?
She loved some guy she claimed she'd never met; yet she had such vivid memories of him and was completely infatuated with him. Now it turns out he's a werewolf and he warned me out of her mind. Because that's what he did, he warned me off; this is my territory, keep out!
Then there is this whole mind reading thing. I've always thought I could read minds, but it had always been scratchy whispers at the back of my mind and sometimes I would answer someone before they spoke. But I always really put it down to fluke; sometimes it was easy to guess what someone was going to say.
But Ronnie's mind, Ronnie's mind screamed at me in full surround sound high-def pictures that clamoured with vivid colours, even scent memories. It only worked if I was touching her though, but I still sometimes heard her voice in my head.
And there's the thing, no one can read minds, and if it wasn't for the fact that she wasn't living here three years ago I'd be sure she was playing some sick joke to mess with my head again. But she wasn't here at that time, and I don't think any of the others had told her.
I was starting to worry about myself; maybe I was having a relapse?
I was so going to have to tell her about my past, give her good warning in case it was all starting to happen again.
I was resolved, I would tell her as soon as she woke up.
"Masen?" Her sleep filled voice behind me made me jump.
I hadn't even heard her approach. Man she was light on her feet.
"What you doing out here?" She asked, yawning.
She padded out bare footed with her sleeping bag wrapped around her and she sat in the other recliner.
"I couldn't sleep." I said.
"Why not?"
"I've been thinking about things."
"What kind of things?" She asked, she no longer sounded sleepy.
"What's the best way to tell you." I stated, and dropped my head.
I buried my fingers in my hair while I thought about how to begin, I could still feel the scar on the back of my scalp.
"Tell me what?" She prompted.
I took a deep breath, then looked up at her. "Five years ago I was sectioned."
I think I'll leave it there for now and jump back to Ronnie/Nessie's POV for the next chapter.
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Anyway, thanks for reading,
Gemma x
