BOUND TO MY MATE

WHEN DREAMS BECOME REALITY

You should know, that dreaming is the universal component for any sleeping human being. It can represent your unconscious desires and wishes, prepare you for any possible threat, help you consolidate and process new information gathered during the day, and it is a form of psychotherapy.

The mind can experience three types of dreams: Daydreams, Lucid Dreams, and Nightmares. The majority of the time when you dream, you barely remember what it was, what happens, or who was in it. Now, there are times when you have a lucid dream, and those my friends, are f*****g insane.

What do you do, when you know your dreaming, but the events are so vivid, so real, you don't want to wake up from it? What happens, when it starts to turn into a nightmare? I will tell you what you do, you f*****g ride that s**t out to the end. Your brain or hell the universe is trying to give you insight on something, you couldn't process in the waking world.

I could remember the feelings, I felt when Elijah forced me to sleep. Anger, disappointment, loneliness, confusion, and fear. Sub-consciously, I knew that something in this town, these people, this guy was different. I can tell myself, a million times that there was some scientific explanation for whatever I was feeling, but the truth was, my resolve was shaking.

Come on, people making you go to sleep by saying it, motherfuckers sniffing the air when you walk by, unspoken words being exchanged, and most importantly, this deviant desire pulling me towards someone, that I just didn't know. I feel asleep with a yearning to discover, what is happening to me, and wanting to be with Elijah.

I guess, you could say, be careful what you wish for. As soon as my eyes closed, that white shimmering light was around me again, but this time, it transformed into a meadow. Not, just any meadow, it was something out of a movie. I couldn't tell you where the earth stopped, and where heaven began.

The air was clean, it felt like I was breathing in pure peace, the grass was a shade of green I had never seen, the bud of the flowers bloomed before my eyes, the water from the spring was so clear and blue, it would put the Maldives to shame. This place was untouched, no humans to destroy its beauty.

Overpopulation, pollution, burning of fossil fuels, or deforestation, hadn't occurred here. My eyes, roamed the area, and I let out a string of giggles. This was f*****g amazing! I ran, jumped, kart-wheeled, and need I say rolled in the sheer delight of what I was experiencing. I glanced down at my ankle, noticing that it was still sore and there was a light purple ring around it, but it looked almost healed. The bruises and scratches on my legs and arms were gone, and the gash on my forehead felt like a scab. What the hell kind of dream is this? After, my confusion faded, I noticed a giant oak tree in the middle of the meadow.

I made my way to it, and the shade created a blanket of happiness, encasing me from head to toe. Did I die? I slid my back down the base of the tree, making a soft thump when I landed. I wonder, if I will remember this dream when I awake. A few minutes of just lying there, the same shimmering light appears, but with a figure.

Fear did not exist here, instead I was just curious. Who the hell would I be dreaming of? As, the figure manifested I started to see the outline of a man. He had a big and bulky build, short black hair, chiseled jaw line, and hypnotic green eyes. The more the image got clearer, the less I could breathe.

Elijah

What the hell? Now, I'm dreaming of this d**k self-consciously? I need someone to slap me back into reality. Our eyes locked, and a small smile spread across his face. He began walking to me, and within a matter of minutes he was in-front of me. The bastard looked smug for some reason. What did he know, that I didn't?

"Is this a dream?"

"To you, this might be; but to me, no."

That confused me, why would he think this was real? Yeah, I had to be dreaming, so I guess I should just go with the flow.

"Whatever, I wonder why I would dream about you?" I paused "Damn, I must really have it bad." I mused.

"Have what bad, my love?"

My love? Damn, who would have thought such an endearment would light up my whole world? I think, no, I know I want this man forever. I don't know the time, the hour, or the day it happened, but I know, he feels just like home.

"Feelings for you. I want to be with you more than I care to admit. You would probably reject me." I sounded sad. He sat down beside me, and placed an arm around my shoulders. The gesture comforted me, and I leaned in against him.

"Sweetheart, you were made for me. The bond, that we share brought us here, because you needed answers. This is a pocket of space, that Selene created for us. Our own personal bubble, to come and go, as we please."

Man, even in my dream, he is f*****g nuts, and what is with him and Daisy, and this Selene chick. Why, couldn't I dream him stripping, while I throw an endless stream of dollar bills at him. I would have enjoyed, making it rain for this Greek God, but why does he have to be a delusional freak? You, know what, I am going to indulge him. It's just a dream, it's not like, it means anything.

"Humor me, who is this Selene? What do you mean bond?" I questioned.

"Selene is the Moon Goddess, to all children of the night. She is responsible for the bond, that binds you and I. In my world, Helena, there is a principle, that we all our granted one being to spend our life with. This person will be what others, can never be. There the light in the dark, the air in your lungs, the good to your bad, your soulmate."

"Huh? So, you think I am your soulmate, and this Goddess Selene, made it so?"

"In your world, it would be referred to, as soulmate, but in mine, you are my fated mate. I've walked this earth for the past hundred years, and I never thought I would find you. Nor, did I expect you to be a human." He laughed

The f**k, he means, a hundred years? Fated mate? 

"If you've been alive for a hundred years, why do you still look young?"

"We age differently from humans, our bodies grow at a slower rate, once we reach puberty. I suppose, I will start to age again, when I turn a hundred and fifty." He tone is so casual, it's almost unreal.

"If you're not human, what are you?" My curiosity making me incline towards him, our faces just inches apart now. I can feel his warm breath on my face and the vigorous aroma coming off him has me in a trance. He places his index fingers under my chin, bringing my face even closer to his, and I almost thought he would kiss me, instead he breathes in the air and growls. He pulls back suddenly, and the lost of sudden contact has me pouting. 

"We have gone by many names, throughout time, but to your people, we are known as Werewolves."

Now, I see what is going on here. This is just my mind actively playing out the conversation I had with Daisy, the night of his party. After, all the crazy things I've witnessed, my mind, is trying to make sense, of the unexplained.

"Way to go, Daisy. Now, your foolishness has made its way into my psyche. Werewolves do not exist, and why would such a horrid creature want me?" My eyebrows forming a quizzical arch.

The air that surrounded us went from peaceful to agitated. His eyes once green, where now, coal black. A growl was rippling through his chest, and I was terrified. Something, inside me whispered he won't harm me, he is just upset. Calm him down, quickly.

I placed my trembling hand on his cheek " Calm down. Relax. Breathe." I whispered, and I waited until his eyes turned back to normal. "That was f*****g intense. What exactly, did I say, to upset you that much." I honestly, wanted to know, even if this was a dream.

He took a deep breath "Humans are such judgmental creatures. You fear anything that is above your understanding. Your entire being, is built on deceit and destruction. Your lives are so fleeting, but the devastation you cause can be felt millenniums after." He glared.

"Your half of what you despise, dummy. Yes, we have committed some horrific crimes against, each other, the earth, and God, but you have all the ambition of a human, mix with the complexity, strength, and high intelligence of a wolf. Quiet, frankly you're the dominant species, and, I'm sure if you've been alive a hundred years, there's no telling what kind of atrocities you committed." I argued. 

He stepped back and looked at me with something of appreciation, disgust, dear I say, lust. His feelings, were coming off in waves, I can literally, feel them as if they were my own. This is my dream, so of course, I would feel them. Right?

"It seems, you have somewhat of a sensible mind. Yes, I have done some unspeakable things, but I assure you in the grand scheme of things, it is nothing compared to what humans have done, and continue to do." I narrowed my eyes " You fight over race, religion, money, power, superficial nonsense. The only thing that motivates us to kill, is family. Devotion and honor do not exist in your world, my love." He spit.

"Who hasn't made misguided decisions? It's a part of life to f**k up, that's how you learn. The only difference between us and your people, is that all our indiscretions are laid out before us, yours is shrouded by myths and deception. It's much easier to be high and mighty, when you're not relevant." I glanced up meeting his eye. "If you despise us so bad, and I clearly wouldn't date a werewolf, for obvious reasons, why would we be paired together?" I asked.

"What do you mean obvious reason?" He genuinely looked curious.

"Werewolves would be dangerous, dominant, and unpredictable. Your very existence, would trigger my instinct to protect myself. It would be a shame, to kill you, or get killed. I think you have major issues, but I do not want to see you harmed." I explained.

He ran his hands through his hair " In some ways, you are right. I am programmed to dominate anything that is weaker than myself, but clearly, I haven't, so I can't be as dangerous, as you put it. I don't understand why you and I are paired, but the reasons will be clear soon enough. The Mood Goddess does not make mistakes. You're unsure of me, not the other way around, besides, the moment we f**k and I mark you, you will be mine forever." He stared.

What is seriously going on with my imagination? I got his ego down to a tee, but where is this other dumb s**t coming from. Mark me? His forever? f**k me? Even in this weird ass dream, he is acting like huffing markers didn't cut it, so he moved onto something stronger. Rehab, is only one call away, and I need to contact a school counselor immediately.

"Why, couldn't I dream about the hot pizza guy the other night? Instead, I dream of a delusional, buff, dimwit, with a God complex." I laughed, but it was cut short once I realized his eyes went back to that coal black color. Holy s**t! He is freaking out again, but this time, his hands are trembling and changing back and forth from a hand too a big white paw. His back is arching, his frame vibrating, and I can see him trying to control whatever is happening.

"What f*****g pizza guy? I will hunt the bastard down, and rip his got damn head off, if he thinks he can entice what is mine. If you think for a second Helena, I will play second fiddle to another male, then you have a lot to learn. I will make a proper b***h out of you, yet." He was yelling so loud, I had to fight the urge to cover my ears.

"Bro, this is my dream, and I want you the f**k out of it. I am not playing, Elijah. Get your crazy ass from around me." I started moving backwards, because he looked like he was losing his s**t even more. The sky was no longer a vibrant blue, it started turning black and purple, it reminded me how the sky looks before a storm. This was turning into a damn nightmare. I need to wake up, now!

I closed my eyes, and started repeating "Wake up" in my head, like it was my personal mantra, and I felt my consciousness slowly leaving. The shimmering light was being replaced by an artificial one, maybe the glare from a light bulb. I feel delicate hands shaking me, and a familiar voice calling out my name.

"Helena? Helena? Wake up. You're having a bad dream." I can hear Daisy's panic voice bringing me back to the land of the conscious. I open my eyes only to see her staring down at me with a worried expression. I groan and try to sit up, but I feel even more tired than before I went to sleep. How is that possible?

"Oh my god, that was impossible." My voice sounded weak.

"What is impossible, Helena?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it. How long have I been asleep."?

"You've been asleep for about six hours."

No way. I literally just closed my eyes, there is no way six hours has gone by. I could have sworn between Elijah making me go to sleep and the meadow, that I was only out for about half an hour. This is just too much for me, I need to go home. Maybe, the peace and comfort of my own bed, will help clear my mind.

"Is it still Saturday?"

"Yes, silly it is still Saturday. Since your up, and there is still a little bit of daylight left, you want to go out to the gardens." Daisy smiled.

"Babe, I can barely walk right now. Did you forget." I frowned

"Your ankle is actually healing faster than we anticipated, it should only feel like a sprain right now."

At, that statement I pull the covers from over my ankle, and the swelling has gone done significantly, the bone looks healed, and besides a purple ring around it, you would think I didn't break it a couple of days ago. I bring my hand to the gash that was on my head only to be met by a scratch. I know, for sure, that I had stitches there less than a day ago. Did I go to that meadow and awake with super human healing abilities?

"Daisy, you do not find this odd that my ankle and the cut on my forehead is basically healed in forty-eight hours?"

She looked concerned for a moment. "Honestly, I would find it odd if you did not heal quickly. Did you think your injuries were serious? Your ankle was sprained not broken, the cut on your head was superficial, just like the ones on your legs and thighs."

I think back to the night in the forest, and I remember, hearing the sound of bone breaking when I twisted my ankle, the feel of blood caressing my skin from the open gash, and I distinctively recall something or someone licking my blood. Or did I?

Could I possibly have a case of Scotomisation? Can I assume that because I heard something like bone breaking, my mind convinced it self that it was, and I saw what I wanted to see rather than what I didn't want to see?

Perhaps I was dehydrated, delusional, and exhausted. I did run five miles out into the forest, that's almost seventeen football fields. Wait a second, didn't I take a drink of whatever jungle juice they mixed up? While, I am running all of these theories through my head, I glance up to Daisy.

I am surprised to see confusion and hurt sketched out on her features. Why? Was she confused about my mental state? Was she hurt, that I am clearly going crazy, and she could not do anything to help me? I grabbed her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, to reassure her that I am alright.

"I was just confused, but things are getting clearer now. I promise you bestie, I will be back to my normal sarcastic self soon." I laughed "How about we go walk around in the garden for a bit."

She helped me up from the bed, and she was right my ankle just felt sprained. I could still walk on it, just slowly. We went through the double doors of the bedroom, and made a left down a long hallway. The house was enormous judging by the width of the hallway, and how many chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

The walls were decorated in a burgundy and brown wallpaper, with paintings hanging every few feet down the walls on both sides. They were not just regular paintings either, they were from well-renowned painters. I saw Rembrandt, Van Gough, Claude Monet, Da Vinci, Michelangelo to name a few. His parents must collect art, he doesn't look like type to appreciate this kind of greatness.

I stop in front of drawing, that's from Dante's Inferno, and I am absolutely entranced. It's the map of hell, and judging by the parchment it's drawn on, its old. But surely anything this valuable would not be out in the open. All the original drawings done by Sandro Botticelli is in the Vatican library. This has to be a damn good replica.

"I forgot you're a book nerd." Daisy chuckled as she pushed me further down the hall, through a door, leading to the patio. We walk, or in my case limp, down the stairs, and head for the picnic bench in the middle of the garden. My God, this is the most breathtaking thing I had ever seen besides, the meadow in my dream.

There must be every flower on God's green earth here, and the aroma is to die for. Just the perfect blend of sweet and spice, and I can just sit out here every day for the rest of my life, maybe? Daisy brings out two Kit-Kats and I grin. My girl, knows me like the back of her hand.

"Have you gone home yet? Has my mom called?" I asked her.

"I have been here the whole time hanging out with Conner and Damien. Your mom did call earlier today. Her and Lucas are going to go out of town until Monday, something about going to concert, and staying with his friends." She shrugged.

Lord Douchebag also known as Lucas, thinks he is some musician, but the fucker is straight-up tone deaf. There probably checking out some stupid ass local punk rock band, f*****g i***t. My mom doesn't even like that kind of music, but since dumb ass wants to go, she is all for it.

I guess, I really am staying here until Monday. Great, someone just dig my grave now, cause if I see Elijah, I am goner. Despite, my conclusion that I came to earlier, I still can't shake this feeling that he is important to me. I need to do an investigation on him, it's time for me to embrace my weird obsession with him. 

She's a stalker for five hundred, Alex.

"So, Elijah has a pretty big house. What does his family do?" I ask and try to make my tone casual.

"His family is one of the original founders of this town, his lineage can be traced back almost fifteen generations. A member of the Aldolfo Clan will always have a seat on the Council. His family is considered to be Royal in this town, and they own several companies, times shares, stocks, and bonds throughout this country. Elijah, is currently head of the family." She gave me a knowing smile.

No wonder, he acts so superior, and above everyone, the guy is practically, no, is a prince. My mom, done up and move us into some bullshit. I am not going to lie, I am feeling really insecure right now, I mean, how can he want me? I have nothing to offer, besides a snarky attitude, sarcasm, low bank account, and future bad credit.

What's funny is none of these things, ever bothered me before. Come to think about it, I never really thought of being with someone. Now, don't get me wrong, I will stare a fine ass guy down, but no guy has ever been more than a friend, or just a handsome face I admired.

"Is Elijah dating anyone?" I just had to ask, I did not think I was worthy of him, but I damn sure didn't want anyone else, to be more than what I was.

"That is not my business to tell. Why do you want to know?"

Not her business to tell? b***h  acting like I am asking for his medical history, I just want the info on any competition. Surely, a girlfriend would understand that. The thought of another woman touching him, makes my insides hurt. I almost feel like vomiting as I continue to think about it. I try to focus on Daisy's face to dislodge the unwanted feeling. 

"I certainly, do not want to put you in a compromising position. I can tell your uncomfortable with that subject, I was just curious, that is all. I am staying in his house for the whole weekend, just thought I know more about the guy. I definitely, don't want another girl coming over and getting the wrong idea." I laughed to brush off the nausea.

"Whatever you say, Helena." She placed her arm around my shoulders.

I was about to say something to her, when I got a sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. I nearly, doubled over from the pain if Daisy wasn't there to hold me up. This felt like someone was taking a foot to my abdomen, repeatedly. The feelings accompanying the pain, did not make it any better, in fact they left me confused. 

I felt arousal, forced pleasure, disgust, revenge, all swirling inside of me. Someone was getting pleasure, but they were forcing themselves to like it, and there was a hint of revenge behind it. Whoever, this was they were putting themselves through it to get back at someone. I can't explain how I got them and who 's feelings they were, but they evaporated so quickly, I thought I must have imagined it.

What the hell was that?

"What did you feel, Helena?" Her tone almost made me feel, like there was something more to that question then the obvious.

"I just got a cramp in my stomach; my period might be coming on."

"Are you sure, that's all you felt."

"Yes, why are you so worried? You just said I was healing fine." I reminded her.

"You're right, still let's get you back in the house, and some food in you."

I started to stand up, when my head snapped to the direction of the patio doors. Don't ask me how I knew, but I just knew Elijah was coming, and I couldn't wait to see him. It felt like we've been separated for days instead of hours. I missed him.

My excitement turned to horror when he came through the door arm and arm with Miranda. That nauseous feeling came back tenfold, and I was in acute pain. Not just physically, but emotionally. I really was hurt to see him with her. I felt like the little kid that finds out Santa Claus didn't exist.

I let out a small whimper, and his gaze turns to me, while Daisy tightens her grip. She has a disapproving look on her face directed at Elijah, but he just smiles. He wrapped his arms around Miranda's waist, pulls her close to him, while palming her ass, leans in, and plants a kiss on her full lips.

Bitch, I am seeing red right now. I am so distraught over this sight, I can quite literally commit vehicular manslaughter on these two. My stomach starts churning, while the rage and despair chew at me, killing me from the inside. The odor that is coming of them is so displeasing, a chalky taste starts to develop in my mouth. I turn my face away from Daisy, and I vomit.

I am shaking so bad, I thought I was having a seizure. I can hear Elijah's running footsteps coming towards me, his hand is on my back within seconds, and the contact immediately makes me feel better.

"Helena, are you alright?" He genuinely sounded concern.

I wiped the saliva running down my chin away before turning to him, and some of my anger seem to slip away. After all, he was consoling me, and left that w***e's side the moment he saw my distress. f**k that, how dare he bring her here?

"Why is she here?" I snarled

"You, human pet. Why are you here?" She stalked towards me.

"Miranda, you may leave." He hissed.

She looked shock that he ordered her away, and I couldn't help the smug smile I let form on my face. That's right you useless s*x puppet. He is mine.

"As you wish." She bowed her head.

He turned to me "Are you jealous? Does it hurt you to see me touch another woman?"

The hell it does.

"The smell you two created, is they only thing that made me hurt. I would rather sniff monkey s**t for the rest of my life then to experience that again. Why, would I be jealous of a country bumpkin and his pumpkin princess." The rejection making me lash out colder than I intended.

Perhaps, you wish, you were the princess I was fucking." He leaned into my neck, inhaling my scent. "The smell of your rage is luxurious, be careful, I will break your cunt." He whispered.

Blessed mother of Jesus, hear my prayer.

The nine circles of hell does not have s**t on this guy. I feel like Icarus, ignoring instructions, and flying too close to the sun, only to fall out of the sky, into the sea to drown.

"Get f****d, Elijah." I pulled myself off of the bench with Daisy's help. We started walking towards the stairs to the patio, but I didn't get far, before I felt Elijah turning me around and crushing me into his chest. He pulled my chin up so I can meet his gaze.

"Perhaps, you know how I felt about that f*****g pizza guy. You wanted to f**k with me darling, and I don't play those kinds of games. The only game I am interested in playing is taste the little human, and guess what, you're the MVP. Be careful what you say to me, even if it is in your dreams."

What in the super soak wet panties, did he just say