I lay there saying my prayers, thanking God for all of the good things that have happened to me, and praying for guidance regarding Abel. I prayed that Oakley was safe when we’re apart. I prayed for all of the wolves, the little cub wolves that were being killed because of over population. I prayed that those states would find a better solution. I prayed for all of the werewolves out there that were all alone and not understanding what was happening to them, and for the rogues that they would find their way. My mind was slipping to sleep mode as it did during my prayers every night.
It was so cold, and dark. I was on a street but there wasn’t anything else but the streetlights around. No houses or buildings, nothing just a paved road with streetlights. A woman appeared at the end of the street, her dress was illuminated and as she walked closer to me each streetlight would go out, a little ball of light bouncing from the pole to the woman’s white illuminated gown.
“Hello Pru, you’ve really grown up since the last time we met.” The woman said softly. She stood there like Glenda the good witch, hands out and a ridiculous smile on her face.
“I don’t recall meeting you before. Who are you? And where are we?” I insisted my hands in front of me palms up in a question pose.
“We’re in your thoughts, this is the place you decided to meet. I’m unaware as to why. I can alter it as needed,” she said in a British accent. A huge ornate chair appeared and she took a seat. I looked around and we were now on some kind of stage inside a school auditorium. My dreams have always been really strange, kinda in a Disney meets Freddy way. I don’t know how many times I wake up singing and then I’ll have the song stuck in my head all day the following day. “Who are you?” I asked again.
“My name is Whiltierna, you can call me Whilly,” she said.
“You’re Irish, I wouldn’t have thought that since you have a British accent. Why are you here?” I ask. Strangely I felt unexplainably comfortable.
“I’m here as a friend. You called to me before and I helped you with what I could. “I’m your spirit guide so to speak. I’ve walked with you for many years but you’ve only called to me once before. You were very very young and you thought you had seen me, and truth be told, you had. We talked about your dreams and your friend Josie. How is she? I haven’t seen her around.”
“She left us. I don’t know why, but I think she thought she was bringing danger to us and left. Does she know about you?” I asked. Everything seemed so normal now. I pulled up a chair that had appeared and sat facing Whilly, talking like old friends.
“Of course she knows about me. I’ve known her spirit guide for many lives, we always find a way to intermingle our friendships. We bring people together who should know each other. I’d love to sit around and chit-chat with you but I really can’t stay like this. You called on me so what can I do for you?” She swept her black bangs over and tucked them behind her ear. She had brown eyes and looked like Snow White with her pale complexion and the white-lighted dress and black hair. She laced her fingers together and sat so prim and proper waiting for me to answer her.
“I don’t know.” I was really confused. “Maybe it has something to do with the note left on my car. It said there is a cure for the vampire virus. I need to know where to find it?”
“That is a tough one dear but I think you’ll be pleased to know that Josie and her coven may have the answer to that. She is a protector of secrets, something you might not know. Part of being a protector is keeping the secret that you are one. I’m immune to earthly rules so I can blab all I want. The only people that I can’t keep secrets from are my charges…. You happen to be one of them. Slightly confusing I know, but her coven guards the secrets of the supernatural world. The Council doesn’t even know who the keepers are. I hope that helps you my friend. You must remember that the Protectors are secret and no one can know who they are.” Her dress started fading and she looked up and around as though she was worried someone would see her. “I must go. Bye”
And she was gone. I sat on the stage looking around wondering why I was still sitting there. For reasons unbeknownst to me I went and stood in the center of the stage and broke out singing “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” from “Annie.” I’m not a good singer, would be an understatement. My voice is too husky and not in a jazzy blues-singer kind of way. In our dreams we do the oddest things and accept them as normal.
The sound of applause erupted from the audience of chairs. I looked out and Arien sat there clapping.
“That was delightful, Love.” Arien said
I slumped my head forward shaking it back and forth. Of course. I have no escape from the vampire from hell. “Arien. Why are you here?”
“Oh love, I simply can’t get enough of you.” He magically appeared directly in front of me. His cold hands reached up and pushed my hair off of my shoulders. “You know something? I think your hair would be very sexy if you wore it short.” He gave me a toothy grin.
“I’m trying to sleep, why are you here?” I snapped at him.
He held his hands out if front of him. “Princess Pru, you’re the one that invited me to visit. I didn’t appear on my own this time. You did that sleep walker class with those fools in Ireland right? You summoned me, I’m stuck in your head like a bad song. So what do you want Pru?” He walked around me in a circle, never taking his eyes off my eyes, my head twisting around to follow his walk. “Could you be secretly harboring feelings for me?” He flashed me another grin. “I can smell the pheromones from you, are you looking for a real lover? You need someone who can really make you howl?” He threw his head back and howled. In an instant he was directly in front of me. “So, Pru, what can I do for you.” He arched his eyebrow at me.
Why can’t I have a great big wooden stake in my hand? Dammit. I wanted to strangle him so he could never speak again. “I sure as hell did NOT summon you. Go away vermin!”
“Oh, don’t call me names, it hurts my feelings.” He frowned at me. “Did I tell you that your little friend, what is her name? Oh that looker from Dallas, Shazba?” He asked.
“Her name is Shaynie. What do you want with her?” I demanded.
“I think she wants to be friends with Allie, I saw she was texting her. She made plans to go shopping together, just the two of them. I guess you’re not doing a good enough job. Too bad, because I love seeing you.”
Oh I’m not going to like having a female around at all.
“Love? Are you okay?” He reached forward with his cold hand stroking my jaw.
“Don’t touch me.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Oh I think you like me touching you. I think you’re just dying to know what it would be like to be with me. I think you fantasize about me pulling you in close like this.” He pulled me forward to him; his hold on me was tight. “I think you fantasize us doing this.” He drew me in and kissed me on the lips, my body having no control, my mouth opened and responded to his. He had me dipped backwards my arms just dangling behind me. But why? He can’t compel me, so how was it that I was kissing him. It didn’t feel like I had any control. He pulled away from me. “I knew you’d like that. Good night Love, sleep tight.” He disappeared.
I stood there on the stage with my hand to my mouth, touching my lips that pulsated with the blood rush from his strong kiss. My body responded to his kiss, how? Why? I’d never one time thought about him in that way. What kind of monster am I? How could I do that to Oakley? To my dad? How could I do that to Allie? Not that I think anyone should be with a vampire, but I’d never hurt her. I need therapy. I can’t handle this. And Shaynie? What the hell? First things first, I was going to deal with her.