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Chapter 7- He's A Dream
When I got off the train my mom was waiting for me. I ran to her and she pulled me into a tight hug.
"Aren't you a little old to come running to your mommy?"
I glared up at her. "No."
She smiled and kissed me on the forehead.
"Come on kiddo, let's get home."
-Mom's House-
We had ordered pizza, and on the way home, we stopped to stock up on ice cream.
I don't know why, but I wasn't mad at my mom, she had known about dad being a vampire, but still I wasn't mad.
"He told me soon after it happened, I tried to convince him to tell you, but he was too scared that he would scare you off."
I nodded. "So, when did you meet Josef?"
She sighed. "Your dad grew up around Josef, his father worked for him, and that's why your dad does..."
"That's so creepy to think about."
She nodded. "I know...it's weird."
"What did they mean that he marked me?"
She gave me a sad smile. "I don't know much about it...Vampire marking is very confusing. Vampires tend to mark humans who they care for to keep other vampires away from them. But from the marks you explained, he was doing a different kind of mark."
"What do you mean different kind?"
She sighed. "Don't go thinking I'm an expert or anything Toni, the stuff I know is based off of what I was brave enough to ask."
"Okay, but you still know more than me."
"If I remember right, if a vampire wants a strong connection with a person, then they mark them the way he marked you. The person that they mark doesn't even realize what has happened to them. But it links the vampire and the human's minds. You have insight into their thoughts, emotions, and desires. So when he's angry, you'll feel anger, when he's depressed you'll be depressed, and so on. If it's a strong enough vampire they can even enter your dreams...have you been having any weird dreams about Josef?"
I nodded. She sighed.
"So...basically what you're saying is, Josef connected us?"
She nodded.
"But why?"
It didn't make any sense; it wasn't like he knew me well enough to do such a thing.
"I don't know baby girl..."
I stood up and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
I yelled back. "Vodka...I need vodka..."
-Next morning-
When I woke up, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. My head was pounding; I knew I had a small hangover.
"Fuck me sideways."
I knew my mom had gone to work already, so I had no one to complain to. Maybe the cleaning lady would come by today and I could complain to her? You know do it in French so she couldn't understand that I'm talking about being mentally connected to a vampire, but the ranting at her would make me feel better.
No, I couldn't do that; it would probably scare her off or something.
I knew I wouldn't hear from my dad for a while, he wasn't the kind to force someone to talk to him, no matter who it was, so I would have to call him if I wanted to talk to him.
I really had no desire to talk to him.
My phone was ringing; I dug through the mess on the coffee table and found it.
"Hello?"
"Hey hun, how are you feeling?"
My mom was whispering, I knew she didn't have enough to drink last night to cause her to feel it today, so she was doing it for my sake.
"Like shit."
"I'm sorry...I just got off the phone with your father..."
"Really?"
"Yea, he wanted to make sure you made it home okay."
"Okay..."
"He asked me if you hated him..."
"What did you tell him?"
"That you could never hate him, but you were pissed off beyond belief that he would hide something like this from you...am I right?"
"Yea...pretty much..."
"Okay, well I got to go, I have a meeting, but I wanted to make sure you were okay...love you."
"You too."
We hung up and I just stared at my phone. Should I call dad?
I shook my head and threw my phone on the coffee table.
Maybe another time, just not today.
-2 weeks later-
"Toni! Merde sainte! Toni! Réveillez-vous!"
Mom was shaking me trying to wake me up. It must have been a big deal for her to be yelling in French.
"Okay, I'm up!"
She ran out the room like a little kid on Christmas. I shook my head.
The past week had been extremely hard for me. I had been seeing Josef everynight in my sleep, he was taking over my dreams, I couldn't understand why.
When I got out into the living room I saw my mom kneeling down by a box she looked up at me and smiled.
"What is it?"
I asked as I stepped closer, when I was close enough to see I gasped.
Two of the most beautiful puppies I had ever seen were curled up sleeping next to each other.
"Who...who sent them?"
She smiled at me again, then handed me a card.
"Antoinette, I noticed you were having a bad week, thought maybe these would make you feel better. They're English Mastiff's, something told me you weren't a small dog person. I hope you like them.-Josef."
I read the note several times. It pissed me off that he knew what I was feeling, but it pissed me off more that I couldn't be mad at him. He had just sent me two 6 week old puppies, who could hate a man after that?"
I knelt down and picked up one. The puppy yawned in my face and I smiled.
"Thank you Josef."
I don't know if he could hear my thoughts or not. I hope he at least heard that one.