TheDarkestShinobi: Wow, three years, three long years. I forgot this story existed, and haven't read any of her books since then. I sort of have to rely on you guys to fill me in if you want me to include anything. I remember saying something about Nyx gifting heath and Zoey dreaming of Kalona, so I'll do that this chap. (Any ideas are really welcomed, truly welcomed)

I'll also have internet and time this summer so if I'm ever going to finish this story it would be now.

I apologize for the wait, and if you're reading this after three years God Bless!

Chapter start

He was a man in love, but even he could not deny the beauty of the woman in the haze of his dreams. She flitted in the edge of his vision, long black hair seeming to float around her. He felt power and serenity flowing through him. Who is this? It was not his Zoey, the movements were too graceful, hair too long, markings on her skin was so vibrantly blue that it drew his eye to trace them.

She was coming towards him and he could do nothing but stare.

Her eyes were so bright, yet he could not tell you a color, her hair was black, but in the light looked bluish, her skin was pale white, almost translucent and bright blue markings covered her entire frame. They started with a crescent moon on her forehead and continued down disappearing into her dress and appearing again to finish at her fingers. She was a masterpiece any artist would kill to gaze upon. Her dress was sleeveless and smooth, black, and flowed down to the floor, it floated with her.

He felt as if he was in the presence of a goddess and wondered perhaps, if he was, many this was Zoey's goddess. The place fogged like a cloud, it was the heaven he had always imagined in his mind. There was no doubt in his mind that he was very much alive but he began to worry and wonder just what someone like that could want for him.

"You are not mine," the velvet voice suddenly spoke and he felt loved, so encompassed in joy with that voice. "But you have wormed your way into my plan." She was before him suddenly, and he was breathless at her presence. Her hand reached up and grabbed his chin tilting his head up to meet her eyes.

"She was never supposed to fall for you," she released him, with a sigh. "but she has." The figure gazed into his eyes and he froze.

Blue; green; hazel; brown; black.

"She loves Erik Night. I have made it so that she will never be able to resist him." For the first time Nyx noticed a panic arise in him, eyes narrowing with hints of anger. She knew he would fight for her, but would he fight with her? Could he? What could she gift him with that would guarantee he would be able to?

"How, how could you do that to me?" He spoke, voice hoarse.

One last test and she could free the boy from the agony ripping apart his heart and paining hers.

"Would you like me to make you forget her?" He shook his head, and stepped back from her when she raised her hand to his face. He raised his fists as if to fight her and she smiled. The love and approval he felt shocked him.

"I am not your goddess, but I will become yours now." Her eyes locked onto his and her finger touched his forehead. He felt warmth and shock but couldn't move his head. He was frozen. "You have passed a test and proved yourself worthy." She smiled as her hand then cupped his cheek.

"I am giving you a gift, use it wisely."

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The bed was not mine, mine was not as soft and did not feel as comfortable if you sat against the headboard. My dress was a stark red that somehow contrasted perfectly with my marks. It was super soft and looked more like bed wear than something I would wear to a ceremony. The silk sheets were black, and the pillow cases were dark silver, my dress splayed against it and I wondered how erotic I would look to Heath now, if Erik would have left me if he ever saw me like this.

A-ya

I froze, first from the unfamiliar voice; the sound was not one I remembered. When I started to breathe normally I paused at the way that something was familiar about the way his voice rumbled under my body. The way it caused my heart to skip a beat was alarming. Why didn't I recognize this voice? I turned and wondered where I was, figuring it must be a dream, a mindscape. How else would I feel so safe and warm and...

Loved…

I feel loved here, like there is no complication in the world. My life seems complete.

I looked up at the figure before me at the edge of the bed. He was looking at me hungrily, but with tenderness and familiarity. I might not have remembered him, but he looked at me like he could never forget me. It made me shiver.

"Aya," he spoke, drawing the name out with such longing. I felt my heart jump as if reaching for him. I sat up straighter, leaning closer, my hair tickling me as it fell behind my shoulders. "I cannot speak of how I have longed for the day to hold you again." His hand was rough against my cheek and ever so warm, it made me want to stay silent, but I had to speak.

"I am not Aya." Would he pull away, would the love disappear? He sighed and the hand swept hair behind my ear coming to rest under my chin. Our eyes locked and I felt as if I was on a cloud.

"But you are; you were her once upon a time, and you're back. Once again I intend to make you mine." He was so confident that I was convinced. I must have loved him in another life; I can feel the way his body calls out to mine.

"Why am I here?" It would make sense for him to come find me in the real world if we were reincarnated lovers, and we must be, I can feel his body calling mine. I want to embrace him, yet he is a stranger.

"I want to make you mine."

It clicked; the bed, the clothes, and the soft sheets beneath my bare feet. We were supposed to have sex, but even that word felt too crass, he wanted to make love. I shifted, not entirely comfortable. This was my dream; nothing would happen that I didn't want. Right?

"I have no intention of simply claiming you. I can think of nothing more offensive to do to you my love."

His hand trailed over my shoulder, fingers trailing along my skin until he reached my hand.

"I know you can feel it my love, even though you, in this life, do not know me yet, you can feel my power, my love." I felt it; it hummed over my skin, tickling my nerves, massaging my flesh. It was making me hot, and not in the way a glass of water would fix.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, voice gentle and afraid of the answer.

"I want a moment of peace and serenity, the fragile delicate thing I had been denied when I had you last. Here I have your body, and I can do with it what I wish, even in dreams I can control you."

"You don't want that." I said as he edged closer, his lips brushing against my hand before releasing it, settling on the side of my outstretched legs. He smiled, the action making him deviously handsome.

"No, I want Aya" he purred out face coming closer to mine. I let out a deep breath. "The sweet thoughts and words that make up my darling, it matters not what body she resides in, you reside in. I want you, your thoughts and your soul in a moment of peace. In a moment of pure pleasure, and that I cannot take from you. You must let me give it to you."

Pleasure is what spiked through my body as his hand gingerly rose to my upper thigh. I sighed out, placing my hand on his shoulder. Should I pull him in or push him away? He felt like the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could ever matter. What could feel better than the small bliss I felt sitting with him talking? What could be better than the unconditional way he carried affection for me? No, for her, for Aya.

I am Aya

"Do you want me to lie?" I asked timidly. "To pretend I am her?"

"No, that is not what I require. You are her, a different time and body, but you are her. I wish to be with you." He kissed my ear, and the pleasure that coursed through me had me pulling closer so that I was almost in his lap.

"Not as a man and his Aya, but as two lovers. Two people lost completely in each other." He kissed my neck and I could feel his teeth there. I leaned into him and he scraped me. He didn't draw blood. He licked a trail back to my ear. What would he say next? I was sure I would unravel with his next words.

"I want you to give yourself to me freely" I nodded. "Not because I controlled you, not because you have to, but because you want to."

There was nothing I wanted more.

His hand rose to my hip, over my dress as the other slid a strap over my shoulder. He kissed it before returning to my ear. He pulled bar before saying anything.

"In return for your gift to me, I can give you something back." I searched his eyes, inches in front of mine. I wanted his kiss more than anything, what else could he have to offer?

"I can give you freedom, freedom from the struggle of everyday life, freedom from the pain of star-crossed love, a goddess that only pains you, freedom from responsibility and duties that only stress and never reward. I can give you freedom from it all."

"What do you want from me?" I whispered as I undid the knot in his robe. He didn't move but let my shaky fingers work. My lips moved closer and he didn't move his away. Why couldn't I muster up the courage to kiss him?

"I can ease your pain and sadness and regret." I knew he could, the pure pleasure from his words was enough to drive me insane, what would he be able to do if I let him have me? I grabbed his neck and rubbed my hand up and down it, trying to gather the courage to pull him forward. He did not fight me, he smiled. He smiled at me as if I was the only thing that could ever make him happy.

"The freedom to be truly happy and blissful and in love with no consequence,"

I pulled him to me now, but I hesitated before our lips touched. I could feel the pounding of my heart in every part of my body. I could feel his hot hands resting on my body, patiently waiting for me. I could feel his breath on my lips and I couldn't break my eyes from his lips long enough to truly admired the way he looked at me. So, so close. His lips moved, and touched mine, and it was a strain to listen to the words coming out of his mouth.

"Reject Nyx," he whispered and I shivered. He pulled me flush against him and I was in his lap, legs on either side of him and mouths an inch apart. I could feel every part of him against every part of me.

"Reject her and free yourself from her." His voice smoothed over my skin and I almost said yes. I almost let his sensuality overcome his words.

Reject Nyx?

Never.

"No." I pushed against him for the first time and I flew from his body and towards the floor, but he caught me in his arms, bridal style. His eyes so sad that I almost took the words back. Uh oh. Not good. Not good at all.

"While she has you, we cannot have each other."

He disappeared.

When I opened my eyes in my bed I felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out from me. I couldn't control my breaths. My hand flew over my heart and I could feel the rapid beats. I could feel the fingers caressing my skin and his sadness as if it was my own.

How could Nyx keep me from someone so wonderful?

Someone who completed me so much?

I shook my head. Think straight. Come on. You can do it. He was heartbroken. I shook my head again absentmindedly stroking my cat, I couldn't sleep again.

I didn't know if I'd have the strength to say no again.