Nightmares

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The next morning, I put all my efforts into finding this boy, this child that had plagued my mind and dreams all night. Would I kill him out right or would I play with him a bit? He will not get me in this century. I will make sure of that. I scrolled on the computer looking for recent intakes. There were no single suites taken by any men at all, most came with a woman or child. I suppose he could have had someone with him but my gut is saying no.

I walked down to the security office, "Hey Joe, can I see the feed from last night." He was a taller man, blonde hair, blue eyes. I had him work here because, well, he's on the list. In the next few weeks, I will be taking his soul. I wondered if he would die fast or slow, but considering the time limit, I suspected fast. "Sure, what's up?" he asked "Nothing much, I just want to check something." "Oh ok, do you know what time?" I nodded "around two am." the man smiled "sure thing boss." he flipped through the footage pretty quickly, there he was. The time stamp was two fifteen. "Ok thanks." I left the room and went back to the computer. There were three intakes at two fifteen, a man, Mark George, a woman, Rose Charles and another man, Roy Fredrick. Which of these men could it have been? He really didn't look like either Mark or Roy.

I grabbed my walkie out of the front drawer of my desk. "Joe, send me the front desk file for two fifteen this morning." a few minutes passed and Joe replied with a simple "Done." That's what I liked about Joe. He didn't waste time, just does. Its too bad his time was coming to an end. I opened the file he sent me. There a boy he was. He couldn't be older than 23. On his left, an elderly gentleman in his mid fifties and on the right another man in his thirties, so the boy in the middle wasn't a boy at all, it was Rose. "Rose." I liked the way it felt as it rolled off my tongue.

Was it time already? Was she here to finish me off? No not yet, not while my brothers roamed the earth. She always seemed to save me for the end. This is just the beginning. I wonder if she even knows who she is yet or what her purpose is. Could it be that easy? Could I just take her now and end it all before it even starts? Do I have the strength to do it?

I walked out of my office to the lobby and sat in the lazy boy by the fireplace, with a glass of whiskey, slowly swirling it around before taking it back.

I will wait here until I see this girl that has ended me so many times in so many lives. This time, though I remember, I remember it all. There's no sneaking up on me this time around. I know who you are and I know what your role is in this life, in every life.

The staff were weary of me sitting around all day but it kept them on their toes and made them work harder. It amused me. It's like they don't think I see them pissing around all day when in my office. I do have the video in my office, just not recording. The day dwindled on, still no sign. The sun was setting. Could she have left? Will she come back tonight? That's when I felt it, the pull, the longing. My heart.

She walked in the front door, beautiful red hair over her shoulders with a crazy natural curl, her hair was wild and out of control. I loved it. Blue/silver eyes, her body slightly hidden by the baggy shirt and jeans, but I didn't need her in tight clothes to know what was under them. She was my love, my soul, the other part of me, the one who would ultimately end me. "Not this time." I mumbled to myself. Her eyes were puffy from crying, it seemed, and she looked tired, not just tired on the outside, tired on the inside, tired of this game. Her soul wasn't as bright as it had been in the past, she seemed a little different, a little more sad.

Her cheeks flushed; the rose color looked good on her pale skin. She feels me, my heart pounds and my skin is vibrating from her presence. She rushes to the elevator so she can get away from me. I chuckle. She looks around cautiously and hits the button for the elevator a few more times. I move in, she feels it and turns. I can smell her now, coffee and bubble gum, a little salt from the tears. She's recently shed. She's a little uneasy on her legs. I look into her eyes for some form of recognition, there's none. The doors open, she backs up and presses the button quickly hoping I will just go away. That's not happening. I smile, she's shy, cute!

I walked into the elevator, and pushed her into the mirror. She breaths heavily as I touch her. I can feel her shaking a little, I want her, I stare at her lips and can imagine kissing them. "Who are you? What do you want?" She says slowly and nervously. Nervous that's a new one. "Can't you feel who I am? Don't you already know love?" her face pales. As if that's even possible. Was she scared of me, really? Her heart is racing, I could end her right now... I touch her red hair, running my fingers through her soft locks, twisting them around and letting them fall around her perfect features. Her eyes were darting around looking for an exit, then to my face, my lips. This was the first time she had such vibrant red hair, it looked good on her. My body reacts against my will and I push my body against her, cupping her face, kissing her hungrily. I can feel myself getting hard my pants tightening. It was not comfortable at all, these pants were too constricting.

She was shocked but her body wanted me too, her fingers wrapped around the back of my neck slightly pulling me into her and playing with the strands of hair, sending chills down my spine. Her breathing heavy and heated, the door opened and a few kids came in. We parted just slightly. This was her floor. She knew it, we both looked at the door slowly closing, then back at each other. Her eyes flashed with recognition, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she slid under my arm and out the closing doors. Keeping me locked in the elevator with a bunch of kids heading down to the pool. I was so frustrated, I knew that look, she would run, her flight or fight response had kicked in and I knew she would run. She never deals with the first meeting well. Only once did she come at it head on.That was in the sixties. She was a real peach back then, one of my favorite times. I smiled at the memory.

I stayed in the elevator until I returned to the twelfth floor again. Walking to her room, I was slightly annoyed that I couldn't kill her as soon as I saw her. I had hardened my heart this whole life knowing I would eventually see her and I would be faced with this challenge and here we are and I couldn't do anything but kiss the blasted woman.

As I arrived at her room, the door was slightly ajar. I opened it, she was gone. I knew it the moment I opened the door. "Damn it!"