Chapter 34
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A/n:
Okay, I know that right now it seems confusing and long and drawn out. Don't worry. It'll get clearer, but it is a little long. Just don't give up on the story. Keep reading!
RECAP:
"One more thing..."
I sighed in defeat. "Fine, what?"
He bent and pecked my lips with his. Next he put his lips on my neck and nibbled which made me moan his name again. Then his lips were atm my ear and he was whispering. "I love you even more when you moan my name like that."
Holly's POV:
Dear Diary,
I just woke up from one of the most vivid dreams that I have ever had. What was it about? Artemis, of course. Maybe it was becausse I had just been with him and was still thinking about him. Or maybe, it was some completely unrelated reason. I have no idea. All I really know is that the dream was disturbing and magical at the same time.
It had started with me in a strange forest. I was led by a tugging sensation to a clearing with a silver pool. That pool was so memorable. It was so... enchanting that I ended up just sitting there and watching it.
Of course, that's when Arty chose to show up. Surprisingly enough, he was quiet enough to sneak up behind me. Which was surprsing enough. Usually, Artemis is about as subtle as a rampaging troll. But after, I got over the shock, we started our usual banter. Then we seriously sat and talked as I asked him about about the place that we were in. I know this seems impossible, but he didn't know anything about it.
We continued talking until I got this feeling. I felt like I was trapped in a small space, and my claustrophobia began to flare up. I needed to leave. So, I walked to the edge of clearing and right into a forcefield. It sucked me in and was the most painful thing that I've ever had. You don't understand. As a beginner, I broke countless bones and was burnt so many times that I can hardly recall them. All of those pains were nothing.k
I won't take time to really describe it, because just the thought will probably cause phantom pains. Put it this way, imagine being doused in alcohol, set on fire, drowned, stabbed with spikes, and then dumped into a vat of acid. Now, imagine the acid is sucking your strength out of you. Then imagine knives cutting into your flesh, and the wounds being pried apart by dirty, yellow, long, fungal-infected fingernails. And then those same hands sprinkle salt into the wounds. No, I'm not over-exaggerating. Yes, it really did feel that bad.
Luckily Artemis rushed in and saved me. Somehow, he managed to not be affected by the barrier. He pulled me out and laid me in his lap. Then, he told me that he loved me. He loved me. I keep having dreams like this. Artemis loves nothing but gold. In fact, this dream was nothing more than a subconscious release of endorphins after the pleasant night that we shared. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Of course, he kissed me. It was long and passionate, but it wasn't realy. Then, I discovered that my lips were pain-free where he had touched them. So, he experimented by kissing my arms and legs. Wherever his lips touched, the pain faded away. That was it. The dream ended with a smart comment, because even in my dreams, Artemis has to have the last word. He said (and I quote): "I love you even more when you moan my name like that."
Yes, he really said that. It's unbelievable. Thankfully, it was just a stupid dream. Fortunately I woke up then. But waking up was the strangest part of my night. When I opened my eyes, I saw blue sparks everywhere. The heaviest amount were flowning from my lips where Arty had touched them in my dream. Those sparks fled to the places were his lips had caressed my arms and legs. Yet the magic wasn't quite my own. It didn't deplete me like it shoud. I still had the same amount of magic that I had started out with.
It felt completely and totally amazing, but why were there magic sparks? They weren't the magical backwash sparks that occasionally come out. No, these were actual healing sparks. The only question is: What were they healing? It was only a dream and dreams can't hurt people, can they?
I don't know. I'm... confused. One day these dreams might actually be the death of me. Ugh, my body is still somewhat sore from the healing. Not to mention, tired from all of the dancing that we had done earlier.
Anyway, according to the digital clock by my bed, it's just turning eleven o'clock in the morning. I just got in at around six. That's only about five hours of sleep. Yes, I can and have functioned on that and less, but it's better if I'm running on all pistons. So, I think that I'm about to go back to sleep for a few hours. Hopefully, I won't have anymore dreams to bother me tonight.
Until next time. Bye :)
-Holly
A/N:
So, here's the next Chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. I know I haven't updated in forever, but it's not my fault. Fanfictions been messed up on my computer. Sorry.
Anyway, I plan on updating soon. Keep reading. Note that this is my main focus at the moment and that I have a ton of stuff all ready written for it. So, yeah, thanks to all of my reviewers and people who added me or this story to favorites. I love you reading and I'll keep writing. Oh and remember to review. Flames are welcome. They're what keep me warm and toasty at night. ;)
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Yours truly, madly, and deeply,
Einstinette