Nightmares

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Who was this boy on the ground beneath my feet? How dare he run into me like that? I could feel a pull toward him, a yearning to be by his side, to be closer.

Why, when we collided, did I feel a surge? Who was this kid? He had quite a pretty face when I actually saw him a little closer. Red hair popping out of his ball cap, small button nose, grey eyes, long lashes. Very kissable lips, what was I thinking? I'm not gay, how could I even think about kissing a dude? Was I turning gay? Could a person turn gay? No, I don't think so, people are born liking the s*x they like, right? Maybe because he was a pretty boy it's easy to confuse, right? No, that wasn't it. I felt connected to him, like he was supposed to be mine.

Why was I staring so intently at him? Who was he? Was he next to die? Is that why I felt a connection? Was he mine to take? Was it his time to die? No, never had this happened before. Usually the people I'm ordered to take come to me in visions, not just bump into me in the streets. Maybe he will be in a vision soon. It's the only thing that makes sense.

This was so fascinating; I will have to find out more. I offered my hand to the lad but he refused and pushed himself up rather quickly, backing away like he knew who I was.

Maybe it's the rain, but even so, I command a lot of power and appeal. How could this boy not feel it just by being in my presence? How could he simply push me away? The boy struggled to his feet, apologized and walked around me. trying to avoid me like the plague. Hah, my brother would like that reference. I couldn't help but stick my hand out just a bit to get a feel for this boy.

Our knuckles touched as he walked past me, the heat took over my body like a tidal wave. I couldn't help but let out a moan from the contact. Oh this was going to be fun...

I turned to see him but he was already running through the rain at top speed to the motel up the street.

Was my heart beating? That was impossible. I watched him until he walked into the hotel. I knew where he was staying now. I will see him again. I will find out what this connection is. This boy would be mine; he really had no choice.

I moved like wind through the rain to the large hotel, my hotel. What are the odds he would be staying in the place I call home? Fate is a strange thing. Could it be that that boy is her? She's never been a boy before though. Not once in thousands of years, i would not let her win this time. If it was her, I would kill her right away. I can't give into her again. I can't let her win again. I won't let her win again! And if she has been born into a boy, it will be so much easier this time around. The heat was still there. How could this be? My heart was pounding, my legs a little shaky. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. I growled to myself, already I was second guessing my life because of her. I loved her forever. I was tired of this. I was tired of playing the same games over and over. It had to end. I couldn't keep fighting fate. The whole situation was unfair and wrong.

I watched from across the hall as he entered the elevator. He was sketchy and peering around like he was looking for someone. Me? Maybe? Does he know who I am? Is that why he avoided my touch? Does he remember like I do this time? Is he already here to kill me? So soon?

The doors were about to close, I could sense his heart slowing. Two energetic little kids run to the elevator; they stick their hands in making the doors open again. He smiles at the kids; his smile is breathtaking. I could feel my eyes grow dark, resisting the temptation to board the elevator was near impossible. He looks at me, I smirk. He's so mine and I think he knows it.

I stare at his beautifully plump lips as the doors close and can't help but want to kiss them. "Gods, brain! Stop."

I watch as the elevator makes it way up, stopping on the twelfth floor. He'll be here for a couple of days. I board my personal elevator and head to the penthouse to watch the security footage and sleep. Tomorrow I will find out all there was to know about this boy on the twelfth floor.