Dream about me

It was just a feeling but it was so powerful that I couldn't resist. I knew well enough that this is a trap but even then I didn't stop. I pick the phone when the unknown number comes up and the voice comes out so deep that I couldn't find it in me to close it. The man's voice get deep in my soul. He told me that he want to see me. I even give me the address. Old building in the end of the town. Place where even the drug addicts wouldn't go.
Yes, from the moment he told me about that place I knew what was going to happen. Call me crazy but something inside me was telling me to go. Don't get me wrong I'm not suicidal by nature. I didn't want to die.  But I take that risk.
Without telling I picked my bag and sneaked out of my house. Not my parents, not even the guardians noticed me. After all I was plain and almost invisible for people. I wasn't flashy like my brother and sister. I was nobody. So it was pretty easy for me to go.
I took a taxi and told the driver to stop one block away. He didn't need to know where I was going. It was dark and the cold breeze makes me shiver but I didn't stop. The voice in my head leads me into the building. There was no windows or doors. Just empty rooms. It was so quiet here. Only my footsteps destroyed the silence.
I walk from one room to another with no direction. In the end I stopped on place where should be the indoor garden. There was no roof above me. Then I heard him. But before I could react something sharp stabbed me in the ribs. Not in the heart but still... My legs gives me up. I fell on the ground. My vision become blurred. I could feel something wet and warm and I knew it was my own blood. Then something touched my forehead. A hand. Big one. Long silver hair surrounds me. It was a man. And I was sure that he was the one who leads me more but also the one who tried to kill me. I couldn't speak. Then without warning he kissed me. First was my forehead. Then he whispered in my ear:
"You knew full well what was going to happen but came. Why, my love? You knew that I am the Reaper and you still came."
I didn't tell him that I knew who he was. Because honestly I didn't. He called me "my love" . These two words were everything I wanted. Just someone who can love me. Even if that's the Death himself. But he didn't kill me. I was alive. Wounded but not dead. The man told me that this wound will be memory of him. That I would never forget him. He promised to make me his. That I already belong to him.
How is it possible to love someone who never met? Someone who tried to kill you yet kissed you so gently and with pure love?
He was long gone when someone found me. I was in hospital for several days. The doctors said that I would be fine. The one who stabbed me knew well how to wound me without killing me in the process.
One night I was in my room watching my phone when stern voice said:
"You are not going to call him, are you? He is dangerous. You almost got yourself killed."
I couldn't said anything. How could I when he speaks the truth? But I wanted to hear that voice again. So badly just like I needed to breathe.  But I just stood there with the phone in my cold hand and didn't press the button. If he wants me that bad let him come. I provided my love for him with my blood. It's his turn to show me how brave he was. Let him come for me... if he can.
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Without choice

Part one 

How does it start? Me and my older brother Matthew was send to live with some relatives in the mountains. Why? I didn't know back then. I knew that we were different from our parents and younger sister but that's it. I didn't ask because I knew that they would not tell me. 

I knew that what they say was true. I felt differently sometimes. Like my body wasn't mine alone. Like I share it with something or someone. I noticed that Matt leave when he think that I was asleep. And came back early in the morning. Sometimes I could smell animal scent on him. Like an dog or... wolf. Like forest and earth. It was nice scent.

One day when we arrive in our new home I couldn't not notice that around me was the same scent. There were a lot of people. It was like a village where people were incredibly close. It was nice feeling I must say. In our home people were somehow distant from each other.

Aunt Cassandra and uncle Markus were good people and I loved them very much. When I was a kid I thought that they were somehow different but they were funny and loving.  Uncle Markus was my dad's brother. But they were not close. I could tell by the scent of them. Dad doesn't have the smell of forest like uncle and Matt. At that time I didn't know the truth. But soon enough I will have to get to it.

My Notes: 1

I don't know what can I say. I am addicted. I just love books and supernatural stories and I can't stop to read it. For one week I read 2 books. I am going to work and every free minute was to read. I mean in home. I am book warm :D And now my mind is full with new ideas about new story. Well, I don't know what will be. And now I know that there are 3 more books in this book collection. I must have them. Yeah, it's sounds crazy but I really don't care. 

Gallery of some favorite images

 

Hello there!

These are some of my favorite images. I hope that people who see this blog will like it. I saw them in some sites and decided to show them to other people. Sorry but I don't remember who are their authors. I hope that they would not be mad about that I post them here.