Chapter 5: The dream

I'm so bored, Willow had promised me that we would go shopping and so far I can't see it happening anytime soon. Since Faith had entered the house, which was about two hours ago, we have been sitting in the living room talking. Well it's Willow and Faith doing most of the talking and me listening to them.

As I watch Willow and Faith interact, I notice that it would be a long time before I could ever be that comfortable with Willow. Even after all this time I'm still edgy around her.

I guess in the back of my mind, I still wonder if she is going to stay or leave. There are also still a few questions left unanswered and I still don't know where she fits in my life. At the beginning Willow mentioned that we will be spending some time together however she never mentioned for how long.

I like spending time with her but I want to be with my family. I miss all the petty fighting and arguments. The tricks we play on each other, the hugs and kisses and most of all I simply miss the conversations.

"Ginny, is there something wrong?" asked Willow. I believe that was the 100th time she asked me that question.

"Huh, sorry daydreaming." I reply with a smile on my face, even though I want to cry, again. I don't want to hurt her feelings.

"That all right, listening to Faith and I catch up must be boring to you. Your birthday is in a few days, why don't you write a letter to invite your friends and family to your party."

"Really, you mean I can see my family!" I was so excited I didn't realize what I was saying before it was too late. As those words left my mouth I notice Willow looks down for a second before smiling at me and nodding her head.

I choose to ignore the fact that I hurt her feelings. I miss them and just the idea of seeing them again makes me so happy. I decide to ask questions about the party instead.

Once I got all the information I went to the study room to write the invitations however as I was near the room, I heard Faith say "Time is ticking Willow; you have to tell her the truth." Why do I have the feeling as if Faith was talking about me? Most importantly, why can I hear them from the opposite end of the house?

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As I start to write the invitations, I once again have the feeling of being watched. I realize that it's impossible because I am completely by myself but the feeling is still there. I try to ignore the feeling by continuing to write the invitations as I go to pick up the pen my vision begins to blur.

"Princess, I don't like to be ignored." a male voice appears in my head. Great now I'm hearing things. Deciding that I must be tired or affected by some weird spell, I decide to take a nap on the couch for a bit.

"Princess, oh pretty princess time to open your eyes." a deep soothing voice whispers in my ear. As soon as I open my eyes I notice a guy standing right above me and once again I appear to be in an unfamiliar room. I am so, never going to use a couch again.

As I try to put some distance between me and the guy, I notice two things. The first one was the bed, and the second thing would my outfit. I'm wearing the type of dress that my brothers would ever let me leave the house in. I'm not fond the situation I find myself in, a sexy dress, a big bed and a guy is not a good idea.

"I'm not even 16 yet, what ever you're planning is illegal!" I quickly shout. Though I can't see his face properly because it is to dark, I can tell he is amused.

He slowly walks towards me and as he gets closer the first thing I notice was his eyes; they are the darkest blue I ever seen. His dark hair seems soft and silky, and it just reaches his waist. Strangely enough it doesn't make him appear girly it just suits him. However there is something about him at screams out dangerous.

As he stands right next to me, I notice he is about a head taller than then me. I open my mouth to say something but before I get any words out, he places a finger on my lips and shakes his head. I close my mouth and any desire I had to say something simply disappears. He moves his hand to stroke my cheek and look straight into my eyes. It seems as if he was looking straight into my soul, I feel shivers go up my spine. I want to push his hand away however I realize I have no control of my body.

Unable to look into his eyes any longer I look around the room instead hoping to find any clue to where I am. There is this weirdly patterned hanging on the wall and I think I have seen it before but I can't seem to remember where.

Before I could remember where, his hand suddenly grabs my chin and forces me to look directly into his eyes. He is smiling at me and his eyes appear to be glowing. "Your mother thought she could hide you from me, silly isn't she? She just does not realize that nothing can come between us, don't worry my dear I will come for you soon" as he whispers those words he lowers his face towards me. It seems as if he is going to kiss me but instead, he gently whispers four little word in my ear.

"You will be mine." was all he said and slowly fades away. Those words sound so possessive and yet I don't seem to mind.

"Ginny, GINNY wake up?" shouted Willow. It must been a dream but it seems so real, I can still feel his hand on my cheek. Those last four words echo inside my head and it scares me. Those words create two opposite feelings within me.

The first was the feeling of happiness; those words make me feel so content and safe which then scares the hell out of me. Why am I happy? Shouldn't I be scared? I'm dreaming about some hot guy that wants to own me and I feel happy about it. I didn't even know I was shaking until I realize that Willow was holding me.

"Ginny, what wrong?" asked Willow as she gently rubs my back to calm me down.

"I…..I… had a dream ….NO a vision…..oh I'm not sure." I can't find the right words to express what it was.

"Tell me about it?" asked Willow with a worried expression. Somehow I don't think it was any ordinary dream.

"There was this guy with long black hair, he told me that he is coming after me and that...that... I was his." I don't understand why this dream is affecting me.

"What was color of his eyes?" asked Willow nervously.

"They were blue, dark blue however it seem as if they were glowing."

"So it has began." whispers Willow looking distant, her face as white as a ghost.