PART 11
I'm walking through, what looks like a forest. I see trees and plants; everything is distorted in the darkness, with only the light of the full moon above me. The trees look as though they've got evil grins on equally evil faces.
The night is eerily quiet especially in the forest where all the nocturnal creatures are meant to be out and about making some kind of noise, but al I hear s deadly silence. I look up and see the biggest damn moon I've ever seen.
In the moonlight, I look down and find that I'm wearing a gold and white dress. The dress is a mini dress that is strapless, and comes half way down my thighs, it's the white part. Over that, is a thin gold see through material, which is long sleeved, and goes all the way down to my ankles.
As I'm looking bewildered at the dress, I hear faint music, which seems to be coming from the middle of the forest. I walk through the forest, to the source of the music, and I find that it sounds very elemental. I approach the source of the music, and see that it's coming from a very big clearing, where the music is louder. I stand in the middle of the clearing, but I'm all-alone, there's no one with me. I can't find who or what is playing the music.
The mood of the music suddenly changes to a slower rhythm. I feel someone tapping my shoulder from behind. I turn around and come face to face with a man dressed like a gypsy. He's about a couple of inches taller than my five foot, three inches. He's dressed in a loose white shirt that laces up the front, and that is open in a 'V' big enough to see the top of his chest, the sleeves of the shirt are very baggy, then go tight at the wrists, due to the diamond looking buttons on the cuffs. His trousers are black; they're the type that stops about three inches below the knee. He also has a blood red sash tied around his waist; he looks to be very well built, despite his shortness. I can't see his face due to the full mask he's wearing.
He extends his hand out to mine, and I take it willingly. I know deep down inside that I feel safe with this masked stranger. He pulls me closer to him, and then he puts his right hand on my back, holds his left hand in my right, and I automatically put my left hand on his shoulder.
He starts swaying me from side to side, in time with the music. He then starts twirling us both around and around, and then it's only me that he's twirling around. After dancing for what seems like an eternity, we finally come to a stop. The stranger pulls me closer to him and with his left hand, pulls the mask up bit so that his mouth is exposed; I pull myself closer to him, and then our lips touch, the kiss becoming more and more passionate.
He starts kissing my cheek and then trails the kisses down my neck; he pulls up to my ear, and speaks for the first time.
"I'm sorry angel." Damon says.