18 Dreams

~Noelle~

I can't sleep. Isn't that ironic? I stripped off all my underwear, and settle my body into the neat bath tub that I've cleaned just a few minutes ago.

I'm tense, sparks are lighting up my skin. Creating goosebumps on my pores. The water is warm, to combat the hot way my body feels. I slide a bit, submerging myself under. And I stare up, at the bright lights.

I can hold my breath, for what I've counted as sixteen hours. An amazing trick I learnt while trying to find a home. It is also when I learnt to fish.

Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

I'm just uncomfortable. I can't explain it. I tossed and turned, feeling like something was missing from me. I need to talk to someone about this, but I'm afraid to go to Dante's room.

Wait, no, I'm not afraid of him exactly.

Ah!

My palms slosh in the water as I force them out to point my middle finger at the ceiling.

After a few more minutes of just my thoughts, and the headache, I come to some type of a decision that I need to just sleep. Today has been quite the day for me. I hate so many people, and I know them by their first names. The second I find a lamp, I'm wishing for their necks.

Calm, think calming thoughts Noelle. My left foot twitches on the edge of the tub. Horses. Cats.

I think I'm allergic to them, I wouldn't know. I'd have to find a cat to confirm this first. The tiny voice that has been annoying me all day, is telling me my solution lies with Dante. And I know it does We have to do something...intimate. This virus literally designs a Luna to be worthless without the alpha.

It is in truth a curse. Just like I've known for years.

I pushed up, angrily getting out of the tub. I gave the mark a look in the mirror. The long line that has molded with my skin. My infected marks glow, images of Dante canines grazing the fragile skin. Breaking it to create the mark. His tongue had been hot, I'm not sure why I'm

remembering the feel of it running over the damage his teeth had done.

But those eyes.

I quickly glance to mine. The moon are glowing, transfixing me. I am beautiful. I admire the slender fullness and curves I've been given by the virus but.... why are they glowing in this moment?

A small thought throws me back from the mirror. I hastily unclog the tub to drain the water, and hurry out of the bathroom. Not bothering to towel off. The huge t-shirt I laid neatly is forgotten, and I jump under the covers.

You will sleep.

You must sleep.

The thought may have been right. My mark itches for a minute or too, then they stop. They started glowing when I thought of Dante in a...

My throat is suddenly tight, it feels heavy to breathe.

Why couldn't I have been a brainless? What was the core need for me to be this unlucky? A joke by the virus itself?

I hugged my covers and drifted off.

Fingers brush strands of my hair to the side, only moments after I'd nodded off to slumber.

I stir, but those fingers enclose over my eyes.

'Don't open them. Trust me, Elle, this will be fun.'

My thighs rub together, enjoying the huskiness in Dante's voice. What is he doing in my room anyway? He didn't even knock. I didn't hear him come in.

'You think too much.'

His beard tickles the back of my neck. What is he doing?

My heart is pounding loud, and the covers feel too hot. His lips drag along the mark, pressing soft kisses to it. And that ache I felt earlier dissolves. Calming whatever storm was creating a fuss on my insides.

The itch returns, I can almost see the glow.

But it doesn't feel right. There is something so soft, and caring, and gentle in the fingers that are running over my thigh. There's a missing heat. A missing scent.

I twist in the hold, opening my eyes to see the empty pools of a man. Skin so pale he looked in-between sick, and right on death's door. His vein, purple and bright, pumped hard chunks of blood. I can see their wiggling as they do so.

Nothing like Dante. He flashes me a tender smile, a tender smile with dark dug out eyes. I can see the fingernails scratch marks from whoever did this to him.

He isn't as big as Dante, and he is cold.

I blink once, he's still staring me. The hand that had once covered my eyes, now brushed my neck.

He's naked too.

Just like me.

'Don't-'

"AHHHHH!! STRANGER DANGER!"

My body springs forward, and I topple off the bed. Smacking the floor with a thud. I don't even look too check, or ask myself why it suddenly feels like the room is different. Much more real.

I hurry out of the room, and head for the one place in house I was forbidden form going too. Excluding the basement, and the locked doors. My fingers slam for Dante to open.

Fear tightens around me as a creak sounds somewhere in the darkness. The door swings, and I jump in. Feeling the faint brushes of fingers through my hair.

I shuffle into Dante's arms, the warmth. The scent, they force me to cry.

'Noelle, what the fuck happened?!'

My fingers point out in the darkness. I can feel the man's presence. I blink my tears, still pouring them against Dante's stomach.

He folds me into a tight hug, and hoist me up. Kicking the door shut.

He smells real. Not like that cold beast.

Something crackles in my neck, and I feel my vision drops...

to darkness. But I can still hear.

I hear something.

'Dream of me, Elle, I'll be coming for you soon.'