Ch.32 Dreams, Wings, and Blood

I knew I was dreaming because I was pregnant and sitting on the beach. It was rather weird as my eyes looked down at my very pregnant belly that was covered by my blue sun dress. I looked to my side when I heard laughter and my breath suddenly stopped. It was Eric playing with a child, and Eric looked human…

I couldn't take my eyes off of my soul mate. His skin had a golden tan, his hair was still its shade of blonde and short but wasn't combed back, instead it tossed itself against the wind. A tear ran down my cheek and I couldn't help but smile. After just staring at him I turned even more to look at the child he was playing with. Instantly I knew who this little white blonde hair boy was…my son.

"My son." Eric laughed as he tossed the boy into the air. The little boy had a cute toddler laugh and it made mestand up and walk towards them.

The human Eric turned towards me with our son in his arms and spoke to the boy while waving to me.

"Say hi to mommy," Eric instructed him with a breath taking smile and I waved back.

As I walked forward more I wiped away my tears of joy and stretched out my arms towards my two boys.

Just as I was to touch my beautiful son's tiny fingers the clouds turned dark and I was no longer pregnant and on a beach, but alone and in a huge field.

"What the hell?" I asked myself and spun around instantly. Something was there, something not welcoming. I couldn't place what it was, but it was as if something went straight into my dream and was making itself at home.

I closed my eyes and concentrated with all my might. I could tell it was a man but I in no way in hell expected it to be Eric.

"You." I gritted through my teeth. He looked beautifully dangerous as always while wearing a black tank, black leather jacket, dark jeans, and black shoes to match with his hair combed back slightly.

He looked shock like he wasn't expecting me to see him. "You can see me?"

"Duh, you're right in front of me," I said obviously and put my hands on my hips.

"Well this is different."

My anger boiled. I was still in no mood to be anywhere near Eric right now. Not after all that had happened recently. I needed more time and he was damn well lucky this was a dream and not real life. "What the fuck are you doing in my dreams?"

"To see them of course."

He stood there and watched me and it was uncomfortable. I felt like some whacked out experiment that went horribly wrong. "Get out of here. I don't want to see you right now."

Eric brushed my harsh truth aside and walked towards me. "I don't care if you don't want to be near me Violet, but I need you and we need to talk."

I crossed my arms. "There is nothing to talk about," I seethed and hoped to high hell that I would wake up any second. This dream was now an annoying nightmare.

"You're wrong. We need to talk." He stalked forward again and I was getting more and more mad. This guy just couldn't take a hint, so I decided to walk away.

"Fine I'm leaving. I'll talk to you when I feel like it. Oh and by the way, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!"

This was my dream right? So I knew I was dreaming and therefore I could make anything happen. I closed my eyes tight and pictured a 1967 Shelby GT 500 in front of me. You got it, the exact one from the movie Gone In 60 seconds. Eleanor was a down right beast and I was taking off for a ride.

I opened her door to the driver's side and shut it while turning on the engine. She roared to life and gave one last look at Eric who was now standing next to the car.

"Later babe." I smirked evilly and punched the car into gear.

The look on his face went from shock to cocky. Within seconds I could hear another car behind me as I tore past the open field into what looked like a city not too far ahead.

"Son of a bitch," I rolled my eyes as I looked in my mirror. "I should have known you would like a red viper."

It was exactly his style and he was enjoying chasing me. Vampires, I scoffed in my head and went faster.

The field was coming to an end and I entered what looked like a deserted San Francisco. Everything was lit up but there were no people. It looked rather lonely. Made me feel rather lonely.

I didn't notice Eric was now right next to me and looking at me. With a quick glare I headed for the bridge and pushed the red 'GO BABY GO' button. Eleanor went from 90, to 100, to 110, to 120, and hit the extra speed by maxing out to 150. It was fast and I loved it. The world was a blur and Eric was eating my dust.

I finally hit the bridge and zoomed across. I whipped around the bend after I got off and headed up the hill. Soon a house showed itself and I figured I might as well stop and walk around now that I lost Eric.

Of course some things are not lost for long and he pulled up right next to me as I killed the engine to the car.

I got out and began to walk away towards the house. Eric ran up to me and pinned me to a tree.

"Get your hands of me," I whispered and looked to the side. I really just wanted to be alone. I really just wanted to get a clear head and think of my next move to do during this god forsaken war, but no I couldn't because I was pinned to a tree by a six-foot-one vampire.

"Please let me apologize and try to explain," Eric whispered back and tried to pull me into his arms. I admit I almost gave in. Almost even welcomed his embrace but I stopped myself at the last second and took a step to the right.

I blinked, I started to feel weird inside. What was happening? The world started to spin and before I knew it I woke up with a start in the spare bed at Max's house.

"Whoa!"

I stumbled out of bed and heard a yip to my side. It was Ace!

"Oh my god I almost forgot about you! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" I hugged the puppy over and over again before finally setting him down back on the bed. "I'm going to go find Max, you just go back to sleep." I said and patted Ace back on the head. Instantly he curled up into a ball and shut his eyes. Good puppy.

The house was quiet but peaceful as I made my way down stairs. I tiptoed down afraid to actually wake Max if he was still sleeping but to my surprise he definently was not! Right before my eyes Max had his bare back to me with his huge ass ivory angel looking wings bread wide!

"Max," I gasped and he turned around just as shocked like I was the one who had the feathers.

"V-Violet!"

He blushed and I didn't know why. He looked absolutely beautiful. Max's winds were now closer to him but still looked amazing and I wanted to touch them but stood still.

"You have wings?"

"Yes, I have wings. It's kind of a rare thing, not all gods, or demigods do." He explained and this time it was my turn to blush. Not just for the fact that I wanted to touch his wings, but because I now really realized he had no shirt on and his eight pack looked mighty fine. Now don't get me wrong, I love Eric but I'm still a girl with hormones.

"Why are you blushing Violet?" Max asked curiously and walked towards me.

I looked away trying to look like I was really interested in studying the wall. "Nothing."

"Do you want to touch me?" He asked and I looked at him with shock!

"Do I what?"

"I meant my wings," Max laughed nervously. Right…Awkward.

"You don't mind?" I asked and started to lift my hand to the soft glowing feathers.

"No I don't." He smiled and took my raised hand and put it on one of his wings.

Max's wings were so soft. The more I touched them the more they seemed to be made of silk or something. I was kind of startled when I felt them vibrate a little bit and then Max chuckled.

"What?" I asked and stopped touching his wing to look at him.

"That tickled." He grinned.

"Oh." I smiled and put my hands behind my back.

Within seconds I started to feel weird and Max looked at me worried. He started to say something but I couldn't hear it as I started to head face first to the floor. I was on my hands and knees and Max was by my side trying to talk to me still but I still couldn't understand. In a lurch I started to vomit up blood. My body convulsed again and I clenched my throat.

Max's P.O.V.

I had no idea what was happening to Violet. One moment she was fine and the next she's on the fucking floor puking her guts out! It couldn't be could it? No! Who would do that- Eris! Fucking bitch! Centuries ago I wish I could have defeated her but I wasn't strong enough to fully destroy her, only contain her. Damn it!

I got rid of my wings so I looked normal again except for it now looked like I had two big angel wing tattoos on my back. Quickly I got my phone out of my pocket and called Sylvia.

I explained to her what was going on and she concluded my theory. It was Eris who did this to her. Someway or somehow she must have gotten her saliva into Violet's blood stream.

After talking to Sylvia I hung up and called Eric. He didn't seem happy to hear from me but once I explained what was going on and that Violet needed his blood pronto or else she was going to die.

Within minutes he was at my door and I invited him in. "Where is she?" He spoke seriously and I had managed to get Violet to the couch with a pale to throw up in.

Again and again she gripped the pale and heaved. I felt so bad for her and could only imagine what Eric was feeling. He zipped to her side and lifted her head up to look in to her eyes. She had tears streaming down her face and he wiped them away along with the blood around her mouth.

"Quick Eric! There is not much time!" I yelled and he sliced open his wrist and shoved it against Violet's mouth.

At first she gagged and I wasn't sure if she didn't like the taste of his blood or if she needed to throw up again.

After a good three minutes she flew back forcefully and laid her head back against the couch breathing hard.

"Violet, are you ok?" Eric asked painfully while placing his hands against both her cheeks again.

"Yeah," She croaked and closed her eyes.

Violet's P.O.V.

Max gave me the run down of what happened. Basically when Eris licked my neck she transferred some nasty killer poison into my blood stream. No wonder why I was feeling so sick. For a second even I had to the fear that I was pregnant, but thankfully I wasn't. I'm only eighteen and have no desire to have kids right now.

Now however I was back at Eric's and I just got out of the bath. I dried myself off and got into a fair of pajama pants and put on a comfy t-shirt over my tank top. Well I guess my plan of staying away form Eric didn't go exactly as planned. But Max even suggested I go back incase I have another flair up and needed Eric's blood fast.

I was a little hesitant to walk into the bedroom but I sucked it up and walked right in but stopped once I saw Eric in a pair of dark grey sweats that hung loosely around his hips exposing his v-line very well. It made my insides quiver but I told them to knock it off right away. He must have noticed and felt my short excitement because he smirked before going to lay down on the bed.

I looked at Eric curiously and finally decided to go lay down too. All the puking and what not really left me tired and all I wanted was a good nights sleep. Slowly I laid down and faced away from him but sensed his sadness. No matter what I never wanted Eric to be sad, especially because of me. And that in particular made it all the worse. I loved Eric so much and with all my heart but it just hurt so much what he did.

Even though I was still a little ticked I decided to turn over to give him a good night kiss. At first I could feel he was shocked and then it turned into desire, joy, and love. He literally wanted to bang me right there. But no, I wasn't going to have it tonight, I was tired and certainly not in the mood (I'm sure you can relate somehow).

I turned back around so I wasn't facing him and he tried to pull me close but I slapped his hand away.

Ouch, I heard Eric say and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be such a baby and say 'ouch'. It didn't even hurt you." I whispered and closed my eyes.

"I didn't say that, I thought that," Eric stated hesitantly and my eyes snapped open. WHAT?