That night I got another dream. This time though, Edward was there. It was the oddest dream and made no sense. At the same time though I had a feeling of déjà vu.
I was walking with Edward hand in hand into a meadow. I could feel the love radiating off him and washing over me like the way sun wraps around you and warms you up from the inside out. We were so happy and carefree we should have been skipping and we almost did if not for the blonde hair woman leaning over a dead deer carcass. We stopped our giggling and looked at the scene that lay before us. She lifted her head up and stared into what felt like my soul. I blinked and one moment she's holding the deer, the next she is right in front of us looking us up and down. I felt his hand tighten a little while ago when we first saw her. It felt like she had been sizing us up forever now and I squeezed his hand back to show him I was brave. To this, the blonde woman looked at our joined hands and smiled. Yet it did not reach her eyes. I swear I could see envy in her eyes when she saw our hands together as if she was actually jealous of this simple gesture. While I was looking at her face, I noticed the smallest amount of blood at the corner of her mouth. The drop was slowly sliding down her perfectly smooth pale skin and making its way to her neck. She realized I noticed and she wiped it away and kept smiling not the least bit embarrassed about the blood leaking from her mouth. She leaned forward with a sly smile and whispered in my and Edwards ear "I'm sorry" before she opened her mouth and blew out the sweetest smelling breath over us both. I watched and felt Edward go limp next to me and hit the ground with a thud. Unfortunately, it did not work on me. She laughed and then it all went black.
When I woke up, I thought about what this dream could mean. I've never see this woman before and I thought Edward was handsome, yes, but I was not in love with him like in the dream. It all confused me and I figure it would come to me later after a nice shower, a quick bite to eat, and story time with Edward.
After the best breakfast ever I pretty much ran up the hill. Really, I tried, but then it caught up to me and I slowed down to the point Granny Joe was passing me.
When I made it to the top, walked through the doors, and realized I was a bit early and no signs of Edward. I walked even slower to the bench, leaned over, and laid on it contemplating how upset Edward would be if I just went to sleep. I was sure he would not like it one bit and decided against it.
I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes for the next best thing. I thought about the dream and how it felt to hold his hand. It was warm and it felt right but also different.
I opened my eyes to see if maybe he was there and thought I was asleep. He was nowhere to be seen but I started to feel a buzz run though my body. It felt like the same feeling I had with Edward yesterday. It was getting more and more intense and I knew that meant he was near.
"Hello, I didn't know you would be so early. I would have come sooner." His smooth velvet voice surprised me but calmed the intense spark running through my veins. I rather missed it now that the feeling was gone.
"That's okay. I just thought I rather be fashionably early than late." God that was lame. Swan pull it together! Do not fall for his European charm.
"Yes, early is better than late. So where was I yesterday? Oh yes, I was telling you about the beginning." He looked into my eyes with his violet ones. Such a pretty color must be a European thing.
I was pulled back in time 10 centuries ago by those eyes. It was as if I could see the story through his beautiful eyes. He told this tale with so much emotion it was like he had lived it.
"He always had a way with her. For over 10 centuries in fact." He gave me a deep and piercing look after he said this. I definitely felt the foreshadowing he was trying to show me.
"Later that week she sprang her ankle and he couldn't help but to come to her rescue. Over the course of 3 months, she sprained her wrist also and had six stomachaches and then she would help all the elderly in her village and come and get their medicine for them. She was so sweet but nobody knew about the countless afternoons they spent swimming in the nearby stream and all the stories they would tell each other about things they had heard under they're favorite tree in they're meadow.
On the 3rd month, he decided to ask for her hand in marriage. She had found an excuse to stay the night at a friend's house and came to meet him in they're meadow. She thought it would be just a night of talking with each other and sleeping in each other's arms. She were right but also a little wrong.
When she showed up, he had blankets and a fire and food ready for them in the meadow. He was more then ready to propose. Till the day she died she said it was her favorite night they spent together." He said this all in one breath but toward the end, he got a little quieter and more somber. Then he seemed to remember I was there and he masked his face with cool indifference. I decided not to press the subject.
"They cuddled up that night under the blankets. He showed her the constellations and told her the story about each. Finally, before they went to sleep he stoked the fire to make it brighter so he could see her face for when he asked. She jumped up and down clapping and crying yes repeatedly. He never was a crying kind of person but she brought him to tears with the things she said to him that night. They made love even though they would be sent to hell… They didn't care at all. As long as they were together anyplace was fine." His mask faltered again and I could see the love and the sorrow in his eyes.
"They woke up the next morning to spread the news of the engagement. The village was filled with the excitement and happiness. Everybody loved weddings back then. It meant a huge feast.
The day of the wedding, they got ready together. They didn't have the silly superstitions we do now. That wouldn't have kept him away even if they did. An hour before the wedding they went for a walk to have a moment to them selves. They walked to they're meadow.
They were so caught up in each other they didn't notice the woman draining the blood of a deer right in front of them. When they looked up, they were already to close to turn back. The woman had lifted her head and was staring daggers at them. "
I gasped. This sounded so familiar and I knew why. This was the dream I had last night. How could he know what I was dreaming? Unless he was in my room again, I thought. I knew it was him the first time. He was listening while I was sleep talking. How embarrassing. I was going to call him out on it. I'm just too chicken shit to say it so bluntly.
"Wait a second. I think I know how this finishes." He stopped and looked up from my hand that he was holding. When did this happen?
It doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he is playing with you. Show him you know he was in your room last night. I don't mind he was in my room, I would just prefer I invited him first. However, it is creepier and hotter if I don't.
"You do? Then please I would like to see what you know of this story. I thought you didn't know it?" He said this with hope in his voice. So he liked that I knew he was in my room? That's somewhat hot also.
"I don't, I mean I just know this part. I think. Well it's more like I had a dream about this part last night." I gave him a pointed look to show him he's busted but he just kept smiling. More like beaming at me. He looked so proud. He is so odd it turns me on.
"Um it goes something like this. One moment she's holding the deer, the next she is right in front of them sizing them up. The girl squeezes his hand and then the blonde woman looked at they're joined hands and smiled. She looked like she was actually jealous of them. There was smallest amount of blood at the corner of her mouth. The drop slid down her perfectly smooth pale skin and made its way to her neck. She realized and wiped it away and kept smiling not the least bit embarrassed about the blood leaking from her mouth. Then she leaned forward and whispered in their ears "I'm sorry" before she opened her mouth and blew out the sweetest smelling breath over them both. The girl watched and felt him go limp next to her and hit the ground with a thud. However, it didn't work on her. The blonde laughed and then it all went black for the girl." I made it fit the story because I didn't want him to know that I fantasized about him enough I was dreaming about him now.
"Well your version is a little different but it's exactly how it happened." He said.
Of course it was different. I don't describe everything in my sleep talking state. I wonder how his went. "What happens in your version?"
"I didn't know that the breath trick didn't work on the girl. In addition, I didn't know the blonde woman looked jealous. But I guess it makes sense." What? What makes sense? I guess there is more of the blonde-haired person in this story.
"What would you say if I invited you to my place? Just for lunch. I'm not asking more of you I promise." He stepped closer to me and leaned in and breathed, "Unless you want . . ."
I started to feel dizzy. Like the floor was moving beneath my feet. I couldn't stand straight so I leaned towards Edward and he caught me.
"I can't stand. What's going on with me?" I looked up into his violet eyes and he looked sad. "Don't be sad I'm sure this will go away in a second. I'm fine, really." I tried to convince him. He leaned down and opened his mouth. He's going to kiss me. I opened my mouth waiting for his lips to meet mine and the only thing meeting my lips was his cool sweet breath.
Like the woman from my dream . . .
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