Dreaming with you

Prologue

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Sebastian

I was walking back and forth my living room for the past hour. I knew how meaningless that walking was, i was close to burning a carpet but I just could not stop myself.

I woke early, it was only 4 p.m and the sun was high on the sky. Shouldn’t have days become shorter in this time of the year?  Why the bloody rain wasn’t falling or something, I needed to get out of the house. I wanted to run. When I was running everything became clearer, much more simple. My surroundings would become a blur but my head would be clear.

I wondered why I never bought running machine. I know, it wasn’t fast enough. So I walked.

I couldn’t remember the time I was this upset. In fact I was having a panic attack. I started to feel claustrophobic I wanted out.

I had only one goal in life, to protect my family. It was the most important thing in the world.

I had this power. But it was useless. I could predict numbers on lottery and the forecast for the next year, but when it came to the big things, important things, there goes nothing. I knew I was paranoid when  it comes to safety of my mother and my siblings but I couldn’t help myself. I was the one to blame for our situation. I was the one who couldn’t predict what was going to happen that fucking night. It was my fault that father died and because of that my little sister never knew him. And William, well, maybe he would be different.

Emily, my sister. I missed her so much. She refused to talk to me since I threw her last boyfriend out of house. Didn’t she see that he wanted only one thing. Her gift was obviously useless as well. She receive mixed emotions all the time. It is not a surprise that she confuse lust and love all the time. She told me I overreacted. Trust me, a was definitely not. Where she finds them anyway? Was there some club od douchebags?

I tried to call her but she saw stupid identification so she wouldn’t answer. Stupid technology. I hated it.

I looked at the clock again. Half fast four. I hoped William would get up soon. I really needed to talk to him.  An hour later I realized there is no help coming from him. He just stared at his laptop and laughed at me. Yes, laughed.

“If you continue this tempo you will have to buy a new rug. And maybe a new floor. I wonder how it is still intact.” He said mocking me.

“ Why do you care?”, I snapped,” just look at that stupid thing!”

I thought he would listen to me but no. he stood up and block my way.

“You need to snap out of it.  I thought you to leave it be. It is nothing important. Don’t you think I would be worried otherwise?” he said that concerned.

“I clearly cant leave it be. Why are you looking at me like that? “ I was at the edge of punching him in his smiling face.

“Because, you are acting stupid and childish. I know that you worry, but damn, you worry too much. You are driving us all crazy. “

“So this is my fault now?” I couldn’t believe that he mean that.

“There is nothing to be your fault. You are insane!” He was losing patience now.

I sat down. He followed. I looked at his face and show that he is concerned, but not with the issue at hand but with me.

“Look, I just want to check it. To see who the author is and to find out if she knows something.” I tried to explain, but he cut me off.

“She? How did you jump to that conclusion when it is false pen name. And for God’s sake stop. It is not the first book on the subject. Vampires have been an inspiration for many books, poems, films etc, do you want to check it all. There are millions titles on us. It would take years.

“We have years”, I said but even I knew how that sounded. He looked me like I am gone nuts. I probably was, and he wasn’t going to help me with the research. He never read a book which wasn’t classic or something about business. He was preoccupied with work. I guess it was easier that way for him. To not have time to think about something else.

“I know”, I interrupted anything he was going to say, “but this one is different.”

‘How?’ he asked almost desperate to finish this conversation.

“She had guessed it all. All the powers, all the details.” He frowned at that information.

“It is probably just a coincidence” he shrugged and took his computer again.

Maybe, but I have to be sure, I thought for myself. I already find out that the author lives in London. It was a woman no doubt. I knew her pen name, it was Ashley.

I will find you Ashley. I would not let the past repeat. Pray that you are innocent Ashley, pray.

*i'm so excited about starting this!! please vote, comment and follow so i would know if you are interested in reading this. 

Seb is really crazy, isn't he. any suggestions on cast so far?

a am translating this faster than i thought, but a have really important exam on Monday so there will be update after that.

til next time xxx