Dream Demons

Empathic?

         "Look, honey. I'm just trying to help."

        "Try..trying to help yourself, you mean." She couldn't help stuttering.

        "Hey, I'm not trying to take advantage of you."

        Her mind was still cloudy from sleep and her recurring nightmare, topping it off by finding herself in someone's arms. It was all a bit much. Her mind churned the evening's events and her face grew warm when she remembered throwing herself at him.

          Dar watched the emotions flashing across her face. He felt bad that he scared her. She must feel so vulnerable. 

           "I'm sorry. You must think I've lost my mind. I'm not used to anyone being here when I wake up. Or when I fall asleep for that matter." She laughed slightly. She felt so stupid. He was only in her dream because she fell asleep with him. Nothing more. There was nothing weird about that. Still there was an odd energy about him. There was something unnatural about the way he made her feel. Even the way he moved. Like a wild animal stalking his prey.

            Grabbing a blanket, he slowly wrapped her in the colorful quilt. She allowed him to cover her nakedness.

            "Come back to bed." Dar encouraged her. 

           She settled onto the mattress, pulling her quilt more securely around herself. 

            "Are the nightmare's always so bad?"

            She was quiet for a while. Not sure how to answer. "They didn't use to be. They've been getting worse. It's like there are new additions, things I don't remember being there at the time. I'm starting to think something is really wrong with me. Like I'm losing my mind." Her fingers worried the edges of the blanket, afraid to look in his eyes. Ashamed of her revelation. 

            Dar gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Let me help you find the answers you need. I have a friend who might know what is going on." Sighing, he continued. "I need to tell you something. About me. Do you trust me?" 

            Marita looked into his bright blue eyes, the longer she looked into his eyes the calmer she became, more relaxed. "Yes, I trust you. I don't know why, but I do."

             Dar hesitated unsure how much to reveal without pushing her over the edge.

            "Are you aware that you possess psychic abilities?"

            "What do you mean? Like reading minds or moving things without touching them?"

            "Yes, partly. But primarily being empathic. It's where you can sense emotions in others and be affected by them. From people, places or things."

            "I'm not sure I believe in things like that. I guess with everything I've seen I probably should believe in weird crap like that, huh?" Smiling sadly, thinking about all the strange things she has seen even though she thought they were hallucinations. 

            "I think you're empathic. You can sense emotions in people and places around you, maybe even objects,. That's why you trusted me right off." Taking a deep breath, watching for her reaction. She didn't move, just sat there. She rested her head against his chest, stirring him, waiting for him to continue. "I also think that this building may be a part of your torture. It's seen a lot of violence and evil in its time. Those things tend to cling to a place and if you're sensitive, can cling to you, as well."

            She looked up at him with wide, moist eyes. Doubt all over her face, and fear. 

            "I can't just up and move. I have no where to go." She'd never considered the rundown apartment a home. More like a way station for death. She had enough left from the insurance money that she didn't have to work. She stayed isolated from others biding her time until she joined her family. But for some reason the thought of moving frightened her.

            "I have an extra room you can stay in, if you want. At least until you find somewhere more positive."

            "How do you know all these things? Why are you being so nice to me? You don't know me."

            "It's what I do." Dar couldn't commit to more than that. And she didn't need him freaking her out anymore than she already was. Especially if she is his life mate. His kind knew what it meant to accept and be life mates. It might not be as easy for her. Not with so much hanging on her.

            "I see." Sitting up Marita clutched the quilt tighter in her fist. "Well I don't need anyone's charity. I'll see what I can do to get out of here on my own. It may take some time to find something suitable. But if what you say is true, I better get started." This was all too strange to be true. She didn't want to believe him but the more she looked back on her past, the more she realized it must be true. She always knew how people around her were feeling even if they didn't know themselves. 

            "Marita, you don't have to do this on your own. Let me help. I promise you'll be safe with me. And there is one more thing we need to discuss."

            "Not more Twilight Zone crap." She groaned, every minute she was feeling more like herself than she had in two years. She felt stronger somehow, like a weight has been lifted from her mind and she could think clearer. The fog that she hadn't realized she'd been living in for the past few years was blowing away and relieved she could feel so normal. Maybe, she wasn't losing it after all!

            "Well. I'm no expert, but I think there's something else that's affecting your dreams. i don't think they're entirely of your own making."

            Turning to face him, she leaned against the wall. "I don't understand. Like being in my head?"

            "Something like that. I have a friend who may be able to help us figure it out."

            "I don't know. I mean they're just dreams. What harm can they do, right?"

            "Keep in mind what they're doing to you. They're affecting you outside of the dream realm. I'm not trying to scare you. I just want to help you get back to leading a normal life. They may just be dreams but you won't know for sure if we don't check."    

            Marita sat silently,  chewing her lip. This was crazy. He was crazy, he had to be. Looking up she found bright blue eyes staring at her intently. Her mouth went dry at his passionate stare. Her eyes widening as he leaned towards her, fire gleaming in the beautiful depths of his eyes. When his lips found hers it was like coming home. It felt so right. Like they were meant to taste each other, feel each other. She wanted to drown in his embrace.  Sparks shot through her body. Boy, this guy could kiss!

        He couldn't resist tasting her again. She displayed a fire that previously had been overshadowed by her sadness, only peeking out sporadically. He was right believing she was stronger than she seemed. And the longer she was exposed to his life force the clearer she behaved. She tasted so sweet and addictive. Moaning, she gripped his shoulders, her tongue dueling with his.

        She could get used to this. Does it really matter if he's just being nice? A guy with a hero complex? There are worse things. She'd been alone for so long. Starving for affection, his hands tender, his lips demanding. She felt desire warm her core losing herself in his masculine scent. Melting against his hard body, not caring if there were a tomorrow.

           His muscles quivered under her tentative touch. She had always been a sucker for well-defined pecs and washboard abs. Running her hands lightly over the tight flesh of his shoulders and down his chest, lightly running her hands through the coarse blond hairs sprinkled across his chest. She gently ran her fingers across flat nibbles, pebbling under her touch, she relished the power she had over this powerful man. 

            His lips wandered from hers down her jaw to the tender skin where her pulse beat erratically. His hunger crashed over him intensifying his desire. His fangs pushing through his gums, begging for a taste of her essence. He cursed himself for not feeding before coming back to her. Pulling her underneath him, his firm weight pinning her in place. Her thighs spreading to accommodate his hips. He continued lightly sucking her neck and gasped. Marita's hands had quickly unfastened his jeans, releasing him from their tight confines. Her small hands began lightly stroking him and coaxing him to her center. 

            "Are you sure?" He hardly recognized his own voice, thick with need.

            "Absolutely." Marita gave him a breathtaking smile as her hands gripped his hips, showing him what she wanted. Looking into her eyes he saw pure desire and fire. He barely contained his hunger for her as her plunged his shaft into her slick sheath. Moaning together as their bodies became one, their breath mingling. Marita matched his rhythm as if they were made for each other.  

        Her nails digging deliciously into his ass. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, spurring him deeper into her.

            Too fast! He couldn't hold back as he felt her pleasure begin to crest, burying his face in her neck. As she cried out in pleasure, he lightly sunk his teeth into her sensitive skin. Her sweet life essence  flowed freely into his mouth. From a distance he felt her body stiffen before relaxing as she came down from her climax. Her whole body spasming gently. Lightly suckling as his thrusts propelled her into another orgasm. Her sheath contracted, pulsing tightly around his width. 

            Pulling his fangs out, she continued coasting back from her second orgasm hoping she remained distracted. He lightly licked across the small puncture wounds, watching them close. The only mark remaining was the pink hickey on her fair skin. Panting beneath hi,, her fingers lightly trailed across his back. Her lovely legs, which had been wrapped tightly around his waist, fell weakly to the side. Dar shifted his weight from her settling beside her. He pulled her warm, naked body against his, spooning her.

             Marita's body shook and then giggling. 

            "What's so funny?"

            "All I can say is 'Wow'!" Sighing, deep and contented, he felt her smile. 

            Dar smiled, feeling more relaxed and content than he ever had after s*x. Grateful she was unaware of his feeding. How would he explain the connection between desire and feeding? Now more than ever he knew this was what had been missing all these years. Now to help Marita see it for herself. Reaching down he grabbed the edge of the quilt, covering her naked body and kicked off his jeans the rest of the way. Pulling her to him again, falling asleep.