chapter 6 : Thunderstorm Dream
I had this strange dream last night. The man in my dream asked me my name, for the first time, and he told me his. Dracula, hmmm. I never knew there was a man that had that name, except for the one in...Romania...shit, and I'm going there. Maybe I'll go check out those few castles there by myself, in that dark village I visited so long ago. But I am nervous which no one else knows about, and that I really don't want to go, but a promise is a promise, damn it. While there, in Romania with my parents, I never once been somewhere so quiet. I mean the cities you can believe were busy and loud, but that village was so quiet. I wondered if you said Dracula if anyone would come out? Maybe it's the fear, or maybe they still believe in someone or something that has been dead since the 1400s. It's pathetic really, believing in a legend that has not been alive for centuries, and that he has back from the dead. Maybe when I return there, I should cause a little chaos just to at least have some fun, but it's childish to do so.
Finally, Laura has not called, and I can have peace within my home. Today is cold, raining, a possible thunderstorm. I always did like them, thunderstorms. Just looking out the window, watching the bright lightning aluminate the sky with loud booms of thunder. Haven't you ever wanted to just go outside while it was a storm such as this, and just dance in the rain and stomp in the puddles? I have, even though it sounds crazy. Sometimes I close my eyes and listen to the rain, falling in a pattern to the ground, and I might just fall asleep. Or I might play soft music, and draw or paint. It's so peaceful, and there is no one to destroy this feeling, I hope not. As much as I like hanging out with my friends, they can get annoying, well not all of them.
While I did my usual routine during a thunderstorm, I opend my eyes slowly, then closed them completely. I feel into a slumber, dreaming of my dream.
"God damn it, you look beautiful..." I twirled around, meeting my mysterious Dracula. He smiled and laughed, while I stood there, wondering what was so funny. "Nothing is funny my dear, I'm just going possibly mad if I stay with my brides any longer." Brides? You have other...? What was he talking about, if he knew better he wouldn't have said 'brides' to me. "Do I distress you my love? I am sorry for any discomfort I have caused at saying that to you." " No, you have caused me no such thing, but you said you have brides..." "Yes, three, but I do not wish to be with them anymore." "Would you say the same if it were I being your bride?" His face grew paler, and he sighed, slowly coming towards me with open arms. "No, I would never say such a thing about you that would hurt your feelings." I went into his arms, hugging him, feeling his warm touch that I needed. "I love you too much to say such horrible things." "Then why do you say them?" "I don't know, that's just what I feel."
I awoke suddenly, to the phone ringing. Just when I thought I was going to have some quiet time, she calls. "Arielle, when do you want to go, and don't say never..." "How about next week on Wednesday?" "Alright, I'll get the tickets." Well that was a very short conversation, and I was happy for it.