Kaitlyn gasped and her face drained of blood leaving her cheeks ghostly pale. As se clenched her fists together nervously, she felt they were sweaty and her fingers were hot. She forced herself to remain calm and mentally checked if she had lowered any walls. She had not. Then she stepped up to Grbaiel and put her hand on the desk to steady herself.
"What do you mean?" her voice was not nearly as broken and wobbly as she was inside.
Her heart was pounding under her ribcage and her breathing had accelerated to an unhealthy rasp.
"I can feel you at night. You don't always sleep and when you do you put up these massive walls in your mind. What are you hiding from us?"
Thank god he had not realized anything. She unclenched her fists and felt her body relax again, expelling a huge breath.
"I've been having.....nightmares" she murmured.
Well, it was sort of true, she knew she was terrified at the fact that her only ambition at the moment was to pin Gabriel against the wall and kiss him forever. Rob. Think of Rob, for gods sake don't think about Gabriel.
"Oh, what are they about?" What was that? Did Gabriel Wolfe sound hurt? Yes, his voice was slightly broken and his eyes were averted. He looked like he had been disappointed...or insulted.
"I...er...I'm being chased by something...and then I keep falling" She lied badly, and did not look up at him whilst she did. She did not need the web to know that he knew she was lieing. There is was again, he was feeling hurt. He hoped he didn't suspect anything, oh she would do anything to stop him from finding out.
"Well, things like that go away sooner or later. Why don't you just play out whatever happens in the dream, and see where you land"
Kait looked up at him sharply. what was that supposed to mean? If he believed what she had told him, then he was talking nonsense, but she knew he didn't. What the hell was Gabriel playing at?
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Gabriel fell into his bed, exhausted and upset. Kaitlyn had all but said she hated him then. Although he knew she had been lieing, she could of at least though of a batter lie than nightmares. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. That bloody girl was going to be the death of him. Why couldn't he have fallen for some other chick, instead of the only one he could never have, and who would never have him.
The ways she had been looking at him had broken his heart. And when it came to that, she very rarely looked at him at all, he was filth to her. A murderer, something to be feared, pitied, but not to be loved.
However hard it was going to be, however much it hurt him or her, he would make her his. Even if it meant he had to get rid of the idiot Rob Kessler.
"Bastard"
He murmured, leaning his head against he wall and closing his eyes. It was late, past midnight, and everyone was asleep appart from Kaitlyn who had been fighting sleep for an hour now. He would wait though, he had been waiting for the past week. Last night had been the best, he had even added the extra part about changing from Rob to Gabriel. He smirked coldly, the smirk that would make an assassin quake in his boots.
He was paitent, he had to be. However, she must have been tired from the day's emotional roller coaster for it took only another fifteen minuets for her mind to slip from the norm to the subconscious.
That was when he began to focus, drawing in the telepathic energy he had so much of, and pushing it all into Kaitlyn's dreaming world. The first time he had done this, he had only been able to adjust her mind so that Gabriel was standing in the background. He was always there, and in the form he knew she loved most. He would be standing in a long leather jacket, his hair blown ruthlessly in the wind and his eyes almost glowing.
After days of practice, he had managed to get her to kiss him, and then they had gone further and further each night. Some of the dreams he knew she would forget, but most of them stuck in her mind. He would make this one unforgettable for her.
"What do you mean?" her voice was not nearly as broken and wobbly as she was inside.
Her heart was pounding under her ribcage and her breathing had accelerated to an unhealthy rasp.
"I can feel you at night. You don't always sleep and when you do you put up these massive walls in your mind. What are you hiding from us?"
Thank god he had not realized anything. She unclenched her fists and felt her body relax again, expelling a huge breath.
"I've been having.....nightmares" she murmured.
Well, it was sort of true, she knew she was terrified at the fact that her only ambition at the moment was to pin Gabriel against the wall and kiss him forever. Rob. Think of Rob, for gods sake don't think about Gabriel.
"Oh, what are they about?" What was that? Did Gabriel Wolfe sound hurt? Yes, his voice was slightly broken and his eyes were averted. He looked like he had been disappointed...or insulted.
"I...er...I'm being chased by something...and then I keep falling" She lied badly, and did not look up at him whilst she did. She did not need the web to know that he knew she was lieing. There is was again, he was feeling hurt. He hoped he didn't suspect anything, oh she would do anything to stop him from finding out.
"Well, things like that go away sooner or later. Why don't you just play out whatever happens in the dream, and see where you land"
Kait looked up at him sharply. what was that supposed to mean? If he believed what she had told him, then he was talking nonsense, but she knew he didn't. What the hell was Gabriel playing at?
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Gabriel fell into his bed, exhausted and upset. Kaitlyn had all but said she hated him then. Although he knew she had been lieing, she could of at least though of a batter lie than nightmares. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. That bloody girl was going to be the death of him. Why couldn't he have fallen for some other chick, instead of the only one he could never have, and who would never have him.
The ways she had been looking at him had broken his heart. And when it came to that, she very rarely looked at him at all, he was filth to her. A murderer, something to be feared, pitied, but not to be loved.
However hard it was going to be, however much it hurt him or her, he would make her his. Even if it meant he had to get rid of the idiot Rob Kessler.
"Bastard"
He murmured, leaning his head against he wall and closing his eyes. It was late, past midnight, and everyone was asleep appart from Kaitlyn who had been fighting sleep for an hour now. He would wait though, he had been waiting for the past week. Last night had been the best, he had even added the extra part about changing from Rob to Gabriel. He smirked coldly, the smirk that would make an assassin quake in his boots.
He was paitent, he had to be. However, she must have been tired from the day's emotional roller coaster for it took only another fifteen minuets for her mind to slip from the norm to the subconscious.
That was when he began to focus, drawing in the telepathic energy he had so much of, and pushing it all into Kaitlyn's dreaming world. The first time he had done this, he had only been able to adjust her mind so that Gabriel was standing in the background. He was always there, and in the form he knew she loved most. He would be standing in a long leather jacket, his hair blown ruthlessly in the wind and his eyes almost glowing.
After days of practice, he had managed to get her to kiss him, and then they had gone further and further each night. Some of the dreams he knew she would forget, but most of them stuck in her mind. He would make this one unforgettable for her.