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Anne sat alone at the table staring at her sandwich. She had zoned out, not really thinking just staring. She noticed that one of her feet had fallen asleep so she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had been thinking she just wasn't doing it on purpose. She was aware of thoughts in there, but she wasn't in control at all. It was a strange feeling. David, Garon and the others had gone home, so she had decided to eat something and maybe try to write. Unfortunately she had her laptop ready with a blank page on it, but nothing was coming out. It was floating around in the back of her mind in an illiterate storm. If only she could put it on the page then it would all make since. So she decided to snap out of it eat her sandwich and go take a nap. Everything would be clearer after some rest.

 

. . . . . . . . . . .

 

            Anne stood in a grassy, green, field on a hill. There were trees on the fringe it looked like farming country. Like her grandparents farm. Yet there were no buildings anywhere. She could see the sun setting on the horizon. The air had a slight chill to it not enough to make you cold but just enough to fight off the heat from the now ending summer day. She loved coming out here when she was younger. She loved the smell, so long as you weren't downwind from the animals. She loved the bon fires, late nights under the stars with her cousins, watching it rain on a neighbor with without getting wet, and so much more. As she remembered them she began to glow with her own light. All her happy memories are here. After grandma died her mom, dad and she came out here every weekend to check on grandpa. After he died she didn't get to come out here as much, only once a year on the fourth of July to spend a three day weekend with her cousins.

 

            As Anne stood on the hill and watched the sun go down she looked down, and noticed the grass begin to wither away. It suddenly began to get dark fast. Everything began to die around her, and she hugged her self tight away from the darkness and the frozen air that was blowing wildly through the trees. Blowing the remains of the dead grass into her eyes. She started to tighten herself into a ball unable to move or fight back as the darkness surrounded her and came closer threatening to put out the last of her inner light.

 

            Suddenly she looked up and saw a dark figure, but he wasn't dark like the shadows coming after her, he was a good dark. He was the dark that saved her in all of her bad dreams. He came walking out of the trees not far off. She could see his sword in his hand. Anne knew that dark figure so well. She knew every curve and contour of his body. After tracing it so many times in other dreams. His face still a mystery, except for his lips those she knew for sure. He came up the hill swinging at the dark shapes of shadows as they took form and lifted themselves off the ground, forgetting their pursuit. He beheaded them all with hardly a scratch to show for it later.

 

            Anne hardly new that she was crying as she sat there watching him draw closer. He fought back the darkness for now, but they both knew it would be back. He finally reached the top of the hill. He slid his sword into its sheath hanging on his left side and drew nearer to Anne. She stared straight into his eyes, which strangely enough she could see the color of now, his hazel eyes. They were beautiful as the sun came back out from hiding and shinned into them making them look like golden fire with little hints of green popping and crackling all over. He knelt down and picked her up. Carrying her down the hill to a small cottage that must have just appeared. He sat her down in a chair at a table without saying a word.

 

            She had a strange feeling. He seemed nervous. He hadn't ever been nervous, not even when she was little and he would save her from the monsters she got nightmares of from scary movies she had seen bits and pieces of at her babysitters house. She looked up at his back as he stared intently into the fire on the hearth. She examined his back from his pony tail down to his shoes taking her time looking over her "knight in shining armor." only without the armor this time. Sometimes he wore chain mail in her dreams. She knew that she had known this man in a past life. She had seen visions of it. In her visions she had trusted and loved him with all her heart, but in her dreams she knew that he wasn't real and so she held back. That made him angry sometimes. She could see it in his eyes even though she couldn't really see them. Now something had changed. He seemed more human and less like a hero from a book or movie. He seemed more real. Anne suddenly got a pang of fear, she didn't quite understand it, but she knew that when he turned around she would be able to see his face.

 

            She stared wide eyed at his back wanting to run but unable to move. She felt that he was more than a dream now. The knight she had been with in her past lives wasn't just in her dreams anymore. He was alive somewhere, somewhere close by. Now that she tried she could sense him even in her sleep. He started to turn and Anne jumped up, turned, and began to run out the door. She made it half way up the hill when she tripped on a rock.

 

            Anne sat bolt up in her bed. Awoken by the adrenaline that rushed through her veins so fast in that last second of her dream that it made her head spin a little. It was late at night now. She examined her alarm clock to find that it was almost twelve. She had been asleep for about three hours.

 

            Garon opened his eyes slowly as though the pain from her running out that cottage door was so horrible that he wanted to leave his eyes closed forever, but he would never give up on her that easy. The only way to deserve an angel like her is to fight tooth and nail until the bitter end. In her dreams he had been her lover for some time. They had even been married. Anne's imagination was so beautiful at times, and yet dark and horribly twisted. Some of her dreams are focused and the scenery is vibrant and colorful. Still others you can see things that would make even a centuries old battle worn man lose his dinner. She doesn't realize what potential she has hidden back there. They had often spent nights sitting in front of a fire talking. She would even on occasion read him something she had written or something she would write down the second she woke. That’s one thing he never got in her dreams, he never got to be there to see her face when she woke in the morning.

 

            For years and years he had saved her from monsters in her dreams and then stayed with her to keep them away throughout the night. He could tell that she cared for him, but when he realized that in her waking hours she didn't believe in him, he realized that she was holding back. She didn't realize it but he didn't come back for a few nights after that. Her wonderful imagination had taken over for him for that short time. He knew why she had fled. It was becoming too real for her. She would probably remember everything now. Garon closed his eyes again, and wondered if she would come looking for him after.

 

            Anne rubbed her face attempting to get some clarity. A second later she was on her feet heading to the bathroom. May be if she had a drink and wet her face she could get a grip. There is no way that her literal "dream guy" hadn't really been a dream after all. Memories started to flood into her head in Technicolor. She saw a piece of an old vision of her past life, but there was more to come. Then her eyes rolled and her head reeled as she clutched the sink for balance.

 

            Suddenly Anne was in the past. Standing in the kitchen of a small cottage. Just like the one from her dream. She saw herself standing across the room in front of the sink breathing hard. Anne went forward and leaned over her past-selves’ shoulder and examined her face. She seemed to be in pain. Anne looked down to see if there were any visible wounds, and saw the generous swell of a very pregnant stomach. Her past self moved away from the sink and Anne looked down to see a puddle of water. "Oh man she is going into labor, her waters broken already and everything."

 

"Garon, my love, did you find it?" Anne’s past self yelled as she breathed and waddled into the living room area. There was a table with a pan of water at the foot of it sitting in the middle of the room there was a sheet spread over it. On a smaller table next to that was a stack of rags and tools to cut the umbilical cord and sew her up if need be. A man, her dream man, in fact he looked exactly like Garon the guy from earlier, came out of a door on the far side of the room. Anne's staring at the man walking across the room was promptly broken off as her past self screamed through her teeth.

 

"I'm sorry. I can't find it."

 

"It doesn't matter he isn't going to wait any longer." Her past self said through gritted teeth.

 

"Ok then lover, let’s get you up on the table." He said as he unlaced her dress. He striped her down and handed her a sheet so she wouldn't get to cold.

 

            Anne watched herself give birth to a beautiful baby boy, but something was wrong. There was a lot of blood, too much blood. Garon had cleaned off the baby really fast and set him down in a baby bed that had been sitting on the couch nearby. The baby was crying healthily and rather loudly, as he worked to stop the bleeding.

 

            Time moved forward suddenly, and suddenly it was a different time of day and Anne was in a field alone. Garon, Anne wondered if that was his past life too, as he came out of a small building, more like a shack than a real building.

 

"Father." A small voice called out. Anne watched as Garon turned only for a second and turned back with a dark haired little boy on one arm.

 

"Yes son, what is it." He asked in a kind and gentle voice. Both looked foreign on the face of a man that looked rather battle worn. Anne stared on at the shirtless Garon and the small boy.

 

"Father why do you have these marks on you?" He said tracing over a scar on his shoulder with his small fingers. "Did mommy know about them?" Worry wrinkling the boy’s small nose and forehead, as he saw his father's expression change, and a shadow pass over his eyes. The little boy suddenly wiggled and Garon let him slide free to land on his feet on the ground. "You know what father. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. What are we going to have for supper?" Garon chuckled as he pulled out a knife and tossed it to the right of the boy hitting a hen straight through the neck. "Wow!" The boy proclaimed as he started to run over to the hen to gather it up. "That was so great father will you teach me to do that?!"

 

            Suddenly everything disappeared and the color spun for a moment to gather back again, and Anne was standing in a cemetery. She looked up at the full moon, when she heard someone crying. She turned to her right to see Garon again. He was on his knees in front of two grave markers. Anne looked for the names, but they were just simple wood crosses and didn't bare any names just dates. She came to the conclusion that one was her past-selves’ and the other and newest looking, was probably their son's.

 

"My dearest, I have failed. Our beloved son was murdered." Garon explained to the plane white cross in front of him. "I promised you on your death bed that I would do my very best to keep him safe, healthy, and happy." Garon stared at the cross with tears that almost glowed on their own as they reflected the light from the full moon above. "I will not fail in my next and last endeavor, dear wife. I will without fail find his killer and get my revenge. This I swear on your beautiful, glowing memory my forever angel." Garon said as he lifted and kissed the cross hanging around his neck.

 

            Suddenly there was a noise. Anne looked around and then back at Garon to see that he hadn't moved. Movement caught her attention and she stared at their son's grave. She thought she saw the ground move. "S**t. Move you idiot!" Anne yelled at Garon despite the fact that he couldn't hear her. "Oh my god, come on what kind of warrior can't hear that?" She went on waving her arms in frustration before putting them on her hips.

 

            In the next moment their son's body came out of the ground and latched onto his father’s neck before he could even blink away his tears to see what was going on. The young man held firm as the elder man tried to shake him off. Garon's eyes cleared as he started to lose the strength to fight. The young man slowly laid Garon back onto the ground as the light faded from his eyes. The he pulled away with a jerk of his head and lifted his arm to his face. He used one fang to cut it open and began pouring blood into his father’s open mouth. "We will meet again someday, father." He said before taking off into the night.

 

            Once again everything blurred together, Anne's head spun, and she found herself back in her bathroom. She blinked her eyes in the darkness and realized that she was on the ground. She reached up and turned on the light. To see that there was water and blood all over the floor with bits of what remained of her bathroom sink. "Dam! I guess I squeezed it a little too hard." Anne rolled her eyes and smirked a little as she carefully stepped over all the pieces and went to the kitchen to wash off the blood and dress her wounds. After she took care of her hands she went to the phone and dialed her father's number.

 

"Hello father sorry for calling so late, but I need some help. I had a little accident." She stated

 

"What kind of accident?" Asked the deep, husky, male voice on the other end of the line. Anne proceeded to explain the vision and her current predicament. "Really you finally got the last of your past vision? That’s great. I can send someone along soon to take care of the sink it will be fixed by tomorrow. What will you do now? Will you go to him?"

 

"I'm not sure what to think. It’s been so long that. Well maybe he doesn't love me anymore. Not to mention that after all the crap I've been through, I don't even know if I will be able to trust him. Oh and let us not forget that David already hates him."

 

"How could he already hate him? They just met."

 

"Well for starters, David says he's too pretty, and in his eyes that would be enough, but he stares at me all the time. I guess now I know why." Anne rolled her eyes at her best friends over protectiveness. "David loves me so much and now that he knows what I have been through he's gonna be on me like white on rice, especially if there are any other guys around that might hurt me. As far as David is concerned Garon is just as much a threat as anyone."

 

"Well I am glad to see that there is someone I can trust your well being too. Perhaps after you and Garon get to know each other better David will stand down."

 

"I highly doubt that, father.  David just isn't that kind of guy. Even if Garon and I were married, I bet David would still want to kill him."

 

"Really well this David sounds quite full of himself." Her father stated with a laugh. "I may just have to show him that a marriage entitles a man to a few liberties when it comes to his wife." Anne could hear the grin in his voice and it made her grin.

 

"I think you will find that a very difficult lesson to teach this particular pupil. He is incredibly stubborn. I love him dearly, but he could stand to lighten up a bit. Though I fear that with his recent increase in knowledge he will crack down even harder that before. I wonder. .. Now that I have revealed my dirty little secrets maybe he will do the same in return. I know he has hidden something from me for a very long time."

 

"Really? Any idea what it could be? I may be centuries old, but I will never grow tired of worrying about what’s going on in your life or the lives of those close enough to harm you. In fact if you need any help finding information I could always have a little digging done."

 

No, father I don't need you to do any "digging" as you put it. I am not sure what it is, but he started acting different the day his grandfather died."

 

“Really, well my guy is ready to come over and fix your sink. I have some new releases for you I can send them with him if you want.”

 

“Yeah that would be awesome. Did you get the games I wanted?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Thank you father. I will talk to you later I’m going to call David now and get dressed.”

 

“Alright see you later.”

 

            David was standing at his grandfather’s grave his hand on the gray stone with the horrible symbol of David’s people.  If you could call them people.  His grandfather had taught him everything his history his power and his fatal flaw.  David knew that he was the first one of his clan to fully accept the demonic presence the resided in all of them but he would not allow that to control him.

 

            “Grandpa what should I do.”  David said falling to his knees crying.  It was only here that he could cry.  Here where the only person in his family lay.  “Why did I have to kill you? Why couldn’t you be here?”  David cried harder his tears running hot on his cheeks.  He started to get angry the feeling was the strongest feeling there was.  He hated himself more than anything he wished his life would end but he couldn’t do it himself he was too weak which pissed him off even more. 

 

            The feeling grew and grew until David stood up.  He could feel his grandfather there standing next to him knowing full well that he had gone off the deep end.  David’s clan wasn’t allowed the luxury of coming back or moving on.  We were all stuck.

 

            David turned toward his grandfather.  He saw him standing there looking down at David in life his grandfather was shorter than he was but in his mind he was larger than life.  His grandfather started to speak.

           

“What are you doing David how could you act this way?  You have lost your way and this time a fear that not even your bullheadedness will bring you out of this unscathed.”

 

            “But grandfather it just gets stronger not even being around Anne is helping I never sleep because I can’t stop seeing you.  If I let my guard down for a second he will take over and then what? Who will he kill this time, Anne?  No it isn’t allowed I cannot let this happen again.”  David looked down at his grandfather’s stomach the large gash that David had made appeared suddenly.  The bile in his chest grew, how could he have done that.  He wanted to stab himself he thought about it long and hard he nearly summoned his sword.

David looked up and his grandfather was gone.  “Damn it you are of no help at all.”  David lunged at the tombstone his knuckles made the most delightful crunching noise as the hit the stone.  The surface cracked straight down the middle.  “That’s right just try it no undead beast would dare stand up.” he screamed the slumped against the tomb.  “Damn it grandpa tell me what to do.  I am so lost without you and her light doesn’t force it down anymore.”  His somber voice made him laugh aloud.  “Jesus I’m talking to myself now.  Oh well I didn’t know how crazy I was and now I guess I do.” 

 

            David stood he was about to go do something very stupid unless he could talk himself out of it.  Then his saving grace, his phone rang it was Anne.

 

            “Hello hello” David greeted his friend in the most “Yea I’m okay” voice he could muster.

 

“Hey I just got a new game you want to come and check it out.”

 

“Yea I’ll be over as soon as I can get there.”  David hung up his phone.

 

            He looked around himself it was pitch black he knew but to him the darkness had a strange red light surrounding it he could see everything.  He began his transformation he paid more attention to it this time because he had to keep it under control.  He felt all of the bone grow and change.  He could feel the nine horns start to come out through his scalp and the five growing from his spine.  His nails became harder and black.  They grew long more like talons than fingers.  His scales forming was the strangest part it tingled as they formed outside of his body and then burned as the attached themselves to his flesh.

 

            Then he began growing his muscle stretching burning his hamstrings were the worst part the felt like they ripped in half and grew longer and longer before finally reattaching.  His bones grew too splintering growing apart and the reforming.  Strangely he loved this pain.  His curse though he hated more than anything David knew he could not live without it.  Then came his wings. Instead of appearing behind him like an angelic being. They ripped out of his back leaving blood splatter everywhere.

 

            After the transformation David stood at 7’ 5”, 8’ if you count his wings.  He was tall lanky and lethal.  More lethal than he would admit.  This form, the form he hated so much, but felt so comfortable in.  He wished he could stay like this forever and never change back.  To be a demon forever because at least that way he wouldn’t be so confused.

 

            David looked himself over his wings which most would believe to be his weak point were armored.  They were entirely black when they weren’t covered in blood.  They nearly looked like angel’s wings but black as night and the feathers that should be there where more like natural blades.  His scales were rock hard and the only thing he has found that would pierce them was his own sword or Anne’s.  He moved his jaw as much as he could mostly up and down because his fangs where like locked together and wouldn’t move side to side. He turned and took off into the night he flew low even if someone was out at this time there eyes wouldn’t see him he was moving much too fast for the human eye and most of the inhuman ones too.

 

            David flipped over onto his back his wings adjusting wrenching where they connected to support his weight.  That’s when he heard it the howling.  It was a wolf it was a wolf in pain and it wasn’t Anne.  David followed the sound he flew up above a building that’s when he saw it and it was exactly what it was.  It was Garon.  David snarled he was about to fly away when he remembered the fear in Garon’s voice when he told him what he was.  He wondered how he would respond when a demon landed next to him.  A smile flew across his face.

 

            Garon sensed David before he heard him land on the railing of his balcony. He thought for a moment, unsure how to proceed. He didn’t know what he could do to convince this demon that he loved the angel he protected. Garon stood up slowly and looked the smiling demon in the eyes. Glaring at David, Garon turned his back on him.

 

“Why are you here?”

 

David’s smile grew into a wicked grin. Garon’s frustration was boiling over. He hated David for his blind mistakes. He hated him for being the only one Anne trusts. After all the blood he had spilt to stay alive and to return to her. It’s David’s fault that she doesn’t trust him. He could have protected her. David stood behind Garon. No doubt feeling the rage inside him. Garon turned and threw himself at David, shouting at him as they fell.

 

“It's your fault!! She fears me because you didn’t protect her! You are just as responsible as the b******s who did it!”

 

David just grinned wider. Just before they hit the ground David grabbed Garon and began to take them up. Garon struggled to get free, but David was determined. Looking back towards the ground Garon decided to wait until they were closer to the ground to get free.

 

“Where are you taking me?” Garon nearly growled the question to David.

 

“Somewhere we won’t be noticed.” David answers nearly laughing. “Were here.” David laughed out loud as he suddenly let go of Garon. As he hit the ground he rolled to dull the force. Garon sprang to his feet, immediately searching for David. The world stopped spinning and he found him perched on a tree at the edge of the clearing. Deep in the center of the nature preserve no one would hear them. Even if they did they would probably just ignore it. Write it off as dumb kids.

 

Glaring up at David, Garon stood up slowly and took a stance readying himself for David’s first attack.  David leapt from his perch to land a yard away from Garon. Still grinning he rose to his full height to stare down maliciously at Garon.  Garon’s rage grew as he stared into David’s blue-green eyes. He saw the faces of all the demons he had faced before in David. He hates David now as much as he hated those nameless creatures.

 

"Well, ya gonna stand there and stair? Or are you gonna fight me? You soulless b*****d."

"Soulless? Look who's talking you blood sucken prick."

David leapt into the air and flew at Garon. Garon leapt backward pulling his twin black desert eagles and firing three rounds. David slashed a Garon's with his dagger like claws, grazing his skin from sternum to left shoulder before Garon hit the ground. David landed just past Garon and turned to face him as he stood up. Blood trickled from David's wounds onto the snow. The two men looked at each other again.

            Looking down at his right shoulder David examined his wound. "Interesting ammunition you have there. What are they made out of?"

"Melted down chains that held the daemon that your ancestor killed. His blood was all over them." Garon smirked at the look of surprise in David's eyes. Perhaps now he would take him more seriously.

            David flexed his muscles and pushed out the three bullets in his shoulders and right arm. Rolling his neck he looked back at Garon and grinned. "Finally a fight worth having."

            David’s contempt grew every second for this pathetic statue.  “Alright then you have a few surprises well this next one will be a doozy.”  David reached to his left through the shadows into his world his had felt something cold he gripped the hilt of his sword and brought it through to this world.  “Now your mine and you won’t dig out of your grave this time.”

 

David lunged again his body went parallel with the ground to provide more speed the sword straight out.  Two loud cracks and his left should begin to throb in pain.  “At least the little b*****d is accurate.” David thought.  David let his wings unfold just before reaching Garon he shot up for just a moment and then came down hard aiming for Garon’s right shoulder he felt his sword sink into the flesh the anger in his stomach grew.  David felt wonderful he was going to get to kill this blood sucker but first he wanted him to feel all the pain that Anne went through.  It was wonderful the pain did nothing but make David madder which made his actions feel so much better. 

 

David’s feet hit the ground and he jumped ripping the sword back out of Garon and flipping over him.  As he was just over Garon he heard to more loud bangs and his lower right bank and stomach exploded with pain.  David landed his face was hot he was losing a lot of blood but he wouldn’t falter David landed behind Garon and fell to one knee.  David coughed up a lot of blood and stood laughing.  He turned to Garon his teeth now a sickening red instead of the white they were just a moment ago.

 

The blood was hot has it trickled down his body his stabbed his claw into his left should just below the two bullets and pushed them out.  The pain was excruciating, David loved it.  He could feel the anger rising. His scales bristled with the power of it.  He had never had this much fun most just fell this one stood his own it was unfortunate he was going to end it soon.

 

David ground his feet down into the soil this one would kill him for sure.  David launched himself his sword was burning hot in his hands.  His scale felt like they were on fire or possible melting into David’s skin.  He was moments away from ending this Garon wouldn’t have enough time to react and his lifeless heart would be run clean through.  That’s when David saw a flash of white “Anne” he said not intending it to be said out loud he looked again and it was her standing just on the edge of the clearing.

 

David’s wings unfolded once more and as he shot up another loud crack rang out and David’s chest collapsed.  He fell straight down his head hitting the ground first the newest wound was simply painful as the anger in David’s stomach had subsided.  David started to stand he could feel the scales begin to retracting if possible this process was even more painful than being shot by the blessed ammo. By the time David was to his feet he was no longer in his demon form.  Where the bullets had hit were holes just beginning to scab.  David knew this to be a severely bad thing.  This meant those bullets had a bigger affect on him than he had originally thought.

 

David began to tip over just as Anne caught him she set him back on his feet and asked “are you alright.”

 

            “Yea I love being Swiss cheese you know that” David said with a smirk and then sat down on the ground with a thud and laid back looking up into the stars.  Anne was here now and Garon acted quite a lot like a lap dog when she was near so David knew he was safe.

Anne glared at Garon. As she bent down to check David’s wounds. The newest bullet hole in his chest was bleeding rather profusely. Anne didn’t take her eyes off of Garon as she attempted to stop the bleeding.

“I won’t make a move. I promise. Go ahead and tend to your friend.” Garon stated bitterly as he sat down in the snow to tend his own wounds.

 

Anne looked him over without saying a word. He was obviously badly injured. She turned her full attention to David.

 

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and try to kill him. Look at you. I can see the snow under you through this one.” Anne half whispered frustratedly at David.

 

David chuckled painfully. “Yeah but I told you I didn’t like the way he looked at you. The whole reason we’re here is, because he blames me for you not trusting him. Or whatever it was he was rambling about.”
 

“What?”

 

“Yeah I don’t get it either. He made it sound like I didn’t protect you well enough.”

 

“Oh right, uhm, I think he’s talking about all the guys who hurt me.”

 

“How the f**k does he knows about all that?” David tensed up angrily.

 

“Calm down. It’s because he’s been in my dreams.”

“Why would that calm me down?”

“Not like, in a creepy way. He’s been there ever since I was little. He’s always been there for me.”

 

“So what you’re telling me is . . . You’ve known him your whole life, and he’s been protecting you in your dreams, while I was here in the real world not doing s**t?!”

 

“That’s not true!”

 

“Oh really, how is that not true? All of that s**t happened to you on my watch. I could have protected you, but you didn’t let me!” David began to get enraged again.

 

“David you have to calm down or I can’t heal you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want you to look at me like they did. I was scared. I told you all this before.” Anne looked down as tears welled up in her eyes.

 

David’s rage subsided. He couldn’t stand to see her cry. “I’m sorry, I just hate that there was nothing I could do. I hate that I was with you every day, and this was happening right under my nose. And then there’s this jack a*s.” David gestured toward Garon. Garon looked up from his bandages and glared at David.

 

“Ok that’s the best I can do. It’s not perfect, but you’re in one peace now.”

 

            Anne stood up and started towards Garon. He paused, like he thought she might kill him, like he would let her. Anne bent down and reached out to his wounded shoulder. He just stared at her face, as her hair fell across it.

 

“I can fix this.” She stated.

 

He looked so stunned. She was helping him. After what had transpired he probably thought she would run, like she did in the dream. She needed to feel him under her fingers, just to know that he was real. She worked quickly, he was bleeding a lot. She tried hard to stay alert to his every movement.  But she wasn’t going to get anything out of either of them in this condition. Why did he smell so good? It was different in her dreams. He smelled the same, but this was intoxicating. Looking at him now the man she had known in her dreams seemed a pale shade of this man. How was it that she felt so safe with him? The answer seemed to be floating in the fore front of her mind. She just couldn’t quite latch on to it.

“That ought to do it.” Anne stated stepping back carefully.

Garon flexed his shoulder and winced. It was still bruised. He would have a few bruises but nothing like what David would have. David would probably need to rest for a few days. Although knowing him she would be lucky to keep him in bed for a night.

 

“Maybe I could slip him some Ambian?” She wondered silently to herself.

 

“Like hell you will.” David responded.

 

“Hey that’s cheating and I was wondering that silently to MYSELF!”

 

“It’s not cheating if I can’t help it.” David grinned.

 

Anne smiled a little, taking a few steps away from Garon. She looked him in the eye and frowned, suddenly aware that she was simply too comfortable with being this close to him. Anne backed away from Garon. Once she reached David she carefully helped him to his feet, still supporting most of his weight. Anne spread her massive, slightly off white wings, and took off into the night. Leaving Garon sitting on the grass staring after Anne. Praying silently that he could think of a way to get though to her before it was too late.

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Anne sat alone at the table staring at her sandwich. She had zoned out, not really thinking just staring. She noticed that one of her feet had fallen asleep so she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had been thinking she just wasn't doing it on purpose. She was aware of thoughts in there, but she wasn't in control at all. It was a strange feeling. David, Garon and the others had gone home, so she had decided to eat something and maybe try to write. Unfortunately she had her laptop ready with a blank page on it, but nothing was coming out. It was floating around in the back of her mind in an illiterate storm. If only she could put it on the page then it would all make since. So she decided to snap out of it eat her sandwich and go take a nap. Everything would be clearer after some rest.



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Anne stood in a grassy, green, field on a hill. There were trees on the fringe it looked like farming country. Like her grandparents farm. Yet there were no buildings anywhere. She could see the sun setting on the horizon. The air had a slight chill to it not enough to make you cold but just enough to fight off the heat from the now ending summer day. She loved coming out here when she was younger. She loved the smell, so long as you weren't downwind from the animals. She loved the bon fires, late nights under the stars with her cousins, watching it rain on a neighbor with without getting wet, and so much more. As she remembered them she began to glow with her own light. All her happy memories are here. After grandma died her mom, dad and she came out here every weekend to check on grandpa. After he died she didn't get to come out here as much, only once a year on the fourth of July to spend a three day weekend with her cousins.



As Anne stood on the hill and watched the sun go down she looked down, and noticed the grass begin to wither away. It suddenly began to get dark fast. Everything began to die around her, and she hugged her self tight away from the darkness and the frozen air that was blowing wildly through the trees. Blowing the remains of the dead grass into her eyes. She started to tighten herself into a ball unable to move or fight back as the darkness surrounded her and came closer threatening to put out the last of her inner light.



Suddenly she looked up and saw a dark figure, but he wasn't dark like the shadows coming after her, he was a good dark. He was the dark that saved her in all of her bad dreams. He came walking out of the trees not far off. She could see his sword in his hand. Anne knew that dark figure so well. She knew every curve and contour of his body. After tracing it so many times in other dreams. His face still a mystery, except for his lips those she knew for sure. He came up the hill swinging at the dark shapes of shadows as they took form and lifted themselves off the ground, forgetting their pursuit. He beheaded them all with hardly a scratch to show for it later.



Anne hardly new that she was crying as she sat there watching him draw closer. He fought back the darkness for now, but they both knew it would be back. He finally reached the top of the hill. He slid his sword into its sheath hanging on his left side and drew nearer to Anne. She stared straight into his eyes, which strangely enough she could see the color of now, his hazel eyes. They were beautiful as the sun came back out from hiding and shinned into them making them look like golden fire with little hints of green popping and crackling all over. He knelt down and picked her up. Carrying her down the hill to a small cottage that must have just appeared. He sat her down in a chair at a table without saying a word.



She had a strange feeling. He seemed nervous. He hadn't ever been nervous, not even when she was little and he would save her from the monsters she got nightmares of from scary movies she had seen bits and pieces of at her babysitters house. She looked up at his back as he stared intently into the fire on the hearth. She examined his back from his pony tail down to his shoes taking her time looking over her "knight in shining armor." only without the armor this time. Sometimes he wore chain mail in her dreams. She knew that she had known this man in a past life. She had seen visions of it. In her visions she had trusted and loved him with all her heart, but in her dreams she knew that he wasn't real and so she held back. That made him angry sometimes. She could see it in his eyes even though she couldn't really see them. Now something had changed. He seemed more human and less like a hero from a book or movie. He seemed more real. Anne suddenly got a pang of fear, she didn't quite understand it, but she knew that when he turned around she would be able to see his face.



She stared wide eyed at his back wanting to run but unable to move. She felt that he was more than a dream now. The knight she had been with in her past lives wasn't just in her dreams anymore. He was alive somewhere, somewhere close by. Now that she tried she could sense him even in her sleep. He started to turn and Anne jumped up, turned, and began to run out the door. She made it half way up the hill when she tripped on a rock.



Anne sat bolt up in her bed. Awoken by the adrenaline that rushed through her veins so fast in that last second of her dream that it made her head spin a little. It was late at night now. She examined her alarm clock to find that it was almost twelve. She had been asleep for about three hours.



Garon opened his eyes slowly as though the pain from her running out that cottage door was so horrible that he wanted to leave his eyes closed forever, but he would never give up on her that easy. The only way to deserve an angel like her is to fight tooth and nail until the bitter end. In her dreams he had been her lover for some time. They had even been married. Anne's imagination was so beautiful at times, and yet dark and horribly twisted. Some of her dreams are focused and the scenery is vibrant and colorful. Still others you can see things that would make even a centuries old battle worn man lose his dinner. She doesn't realize what potential she has hidden back there. They had often spent nights sitting in front of a fire talking. She would even on occasion read him something she had written or something she would write down the second she woke. That’s one thing he never got in her dreams, he never got to be there to see her face when she woke in the morning.



For years and years he had saved her from monsters in her dreams and then stayed with her to keep them away throughout the night. He could tell that she cared for him, but when he realized that in her waking hours she didn't believe in him, he realized that she was holding back. She didn't realize it but he didn't come back for a few nights after that. Her wonderful imagination had taken over for him for that short time. He knew why she had fled. It was becoming too real for her. She would probably remember everything now. Garon closed his eyes again, and wondered if she would come looking for him after.



Anne rubbed her face attempting to get some clarity. A second later she was on her feet heading to the bathroom. May be if she had a drink and wet her face she could get a grip. There is no way that her literal "dream guy" hadn't really been a dream after all. Memories started to flood into her head in Technicolor. She saw a piece of an old vision of her past life, but there was more to come. Then her eyes rolled and her head reeled as she clutched the sink for balance.



Suddenly Anne was in the past. Standing in the kitchen of a small cottage. Just like the one from her dream. She saw herself standing across the room in front of the sink breathing hard. Anne went forward and leaned over her past-selves’ shoulder and examined her face. She seemed to be in pain. Anne looked down to see if there were any visible wounds, and saw the generous swell of a very pregnant stomach. Her past self moved away from the sink and Anne looked down to see a puddle of water. "Oh man she is going into labor, her waters broken already and everything."



"Garon, my love, did you find it?" Anne’s past self yelled as she breathed and waddled into the living room area. There was a table with a pan of water at the foot of it sitting in the middle of the room there was a sheet spread over it. On a smaller table next to that was a stack of rags and tools to cut the umbilical cord and sew her up if need be. A man, her dream man, in fact he looked exactly like Garon the guy from earlier, came out of a door on the far side of the room. Anne's staring at the man walking across the room was promptly broken off as her past self screamed through her teeth.



"I'm sorry. I can't find it."



"It doesn't matter he isn't going to wait any longer." Her past self said through gritted teeth.



"Ok then lover, let’s get you up on the table." He said as he unlaced her dress. He striped her down and handed her a sheet so she wouldn't get to cold.



Anne watched herself give birth to a beautiful baby boy, but something was wrong. There was a lot of blood, too much blood. Garon had cleaned off the baby really fast and set him down in a baby bed that had been sitting on the couch nearby. The baby was crying healthily and rather loudly, as he worked to stop the bleeding.



Time moved forward suddenly, and suddenly it was a different time of day and Anne was in a field alone. Garon, Anne wondered if that was his past life too, as he came out of a small building, more like a shack than a real building.



"Father." A small voice called out. Anne watched as Garon turned only for a second and turned back with a dark haired little boy on one arm.



"Yes son, what is it." He asked in a kind and gentle voice. Both looked foreign on the face of a man that looked rather battle worn. Anne stared on at the shirtless Garon and the small boy.



"Father why do you have these marks on you?" He said tracing over a scar on his shoulder with his small fingers. "Did mommy know about them?" Worry wrinkling the boy’s small nose and forehead, as he saw his father's expression change, and a shadow pass over his eyes. The little boy suddenly wiggled and Garon let him slide free to land on his feet on the ground. "You know what father. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. What are we going to have for supper?" Garon chuckled as he pulled out a knife and tossed it to the right of the boy hitting a hen straight through the neck. "Wow!" The boy proclaimed as he started to run over to the hen to gather it up. "That was so great father will you teach me to do that?!"



Suddenly everything disappeared and the color spun for a moment to gather back again, and Anne was standing in a cemetery. She looked up at the full moon, when she heard someone crying. She turned to her right to see Garon again. He was on his knees in front of two grave markers. Anne looked for the names, but they were just simple wood crosses and didn't bare any names just dates. She came to the conclusion that one was her past-selves’ and the other and newest looking, was probably their son's.



"My dearest, I have failed. Our beloved son was murdered." Garon explained to the plane white cross in front of him. "I promised you on your death bed that I would do my very best to keep him safe, healthy, and happy." Garon stared at the cross with tears that almost glowed on their own as they reflected the light from the full moon above. "I will not fail in my next and last endeavor, dear wife. I will without fail find his killer and get my revenge. This I swear on your beautiful, glowing memory my forever angel." Garon said as he lifted and kissed the cross hanging around his neck.



Suddenly there was a noise. Anne looked around and then back at Garon to see that he hadn't moved. Movement caught her attention and she stared at their son's grave. She thought she saw the ground move. "S**t. Move you idiot!" Anne yelled at Garon despite the fact that he couldn't hear her. "Oh my god, come on what kind of warrior can't hear that?" She went on waving her arms in frustration before putting them on her hips.



In the next moment their son's body came out of the ground and latched onto his father’s neck before he could even blink away his tears to see what was going on. The young man held firm as the elder man tried to shake him off. Garon's eyes cleared as he started to lose the strength to fight. The young man slowly laid Garon back onto the ground as the light faded from his eyes. The he pulled away with a jerk of his head and lifted his arm to his face. He used one fang to cut it open and began pouring blood into his father’s open mouth. "We will meet again someday, father." He said before taking off into the night.



Once again everything blurred together, Anne's head spun, and she found herself back in her bathroom. She blinked her eyes in the darkness and realized that she was on the ground. She reached up and turned on the light. To see that there was water and blood all over the floor with bits of what remained of her bathroom sink. "Dam! I guess I squeezed it a little too hard." Anne rolled her eyes and smirked a little as she carefully stepped over all the pieces and went to the kitchen to wash off the blood and dress her wounds. After she took care of her hands she went to the phone and dialed her father's number.



"Hello father sorry for calling so late, but I need some help. I had a little accident." She stated



"What kind of accident?" Asked the deep, husky, male voice on the other end of the line. Anne proceeded to explain the vision and her current predicament. "Really you finally got the last of your past vision? That’s great. I can send someone along soon to take care of the sink it will be fixed by tomorrow. What will you do now? Will you go to him?"



"I'm not sure what to think. It’s been so long that. Well maybe he doesn't love me anymore. Not to mention that after all the crap I've been through, I don't even know if I will be able to trust him. Oh and let us not forget that David already hates him."



"How could he already hate him? They just met."



"Well for starters, David says he's too pretty, and in his eyes that would be enough, but he stares at me all the time. I guess now I know why." Anne rolled her eyes at her best friends over protectiveness. "David loves me so much and now that he knows what I have been through he's gonna be on me like white on rice, especially if there are any other guys around that might hurt me. As far as David is concerned Garon is just as much a threat as anyone."



"Well I am glad to see that there is someone I can trust your well being too. Perhaps after you and Garon get to know each other better David will stand down."



"I highly doubt that, father. David just isn't that kind of guy. Even if Garon and I were married, I bet David would still want to kill him."



"Really well this David sounds quite full of himself." Her father stated with a laugh. "I may just have to show him that a marriage entitles a man to a few liberties when it comes to his wife." Anne could hear the grin in his voice and it made her grin.



"I think you will find that a very difficult lesson to teach this particular pupil. He is incredibly stubborn. I love him dearly, but he could stand to lighten up a bit. Though I fear that with his recent increase in knowledge he will crack down even harder that before. I wonder. .. Now that I have revealed my dirty little secrets maybe he will do the same in return. I know he has hidden something from me for a very long time."



"Really? Any idea what it could be? I may be centuries old, but I will never grow tired of worrying about what’s going on in your life or the lives of those close enough to harm you. In fact if you need any help finding information I could always have a little digging done."



No, father I don't need you to do any "digging" as you put it. I am not sure what it is, but he started acting different the day his grandfather died."



“Really, well my guy is ready to come over and fix your sink. I have some new releases for you I can send them with him if you want.”



“Yeah that would be awesome. Did you get the games I wanted?”



“Of course.”



“Thank you father. I will talk to you later I’m going to call David now and get dressed.”



“Alright see you later.”



David was standing at his grandfather’s grave his hand on the gray stone with the horrible symbol of David’s people. If you could call them people. His grandfather had taught him everything his history his power and his fatal flaw. David knew that he was the first one of his clan to fully accept the demonic presence the resided in all of them but he would not allow that to control him.



“Grandpa what should I do.” David said falling to his knees crying. It was only here that he could cry. Here where the only person in his family lay. “Why did I have to kill you? Why couldn’t you be here?” David cried harder his tears running hot on his cheeks. He started to get angry the feeling was the strongest feeling there was. He hated himself more than anything he wished his life would end but he couldn’t do it himself he was too weak which pissed him off even more.


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