8 Dreams can come true.

Elizabeth arrived at Grey district where Oliviér's directions lead her.

"I can not remember the last time Master Oliviér had a woman here, I am still surprised he sent you here." An old man said, eyeing the white handkerchief with the signature OLX sew into it that Elizabeth had handed him.

Elizabeth removed her eyes from the grey walls with silver insignia all over it. The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was.

"Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home.

The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well.

"You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room.

Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.

….

A pair of blue eyes flashed open. She rubbed her eyes with the back of hand and stood up.

Tap, tap, the sounds came one after the other in a timed manner. It sounded like knocking in a controlled and timed manner. Odd.

Tap, tap, she blinked, moving sluggishly outside her room.

Tap, tap. She heard again, and with that all of a sudden it felt as if the hallway had zoomed in on her. She blinked, feeling the world tilt to the side in her head, and an itchy feeling in her head.

Something smelled good. So good her mouth watered. Tap, tap, the timed knocking came again. She sniffed the delicious smell that had her mouth watering and the hair on her skin raised.

Everything suddenly started to seem closer to her. It felt like she was walking, was she walking? She liked where she was walking to, it smelt obscenely delicious. She tilted her neck to the side as a fresh wind blew past her body in a coaxing manner. She sucked in a breath, her eyes felt like they were glowing even though she could not tell if they were.

Tap, tap. She was in another hall after climbing up some stairs. The walls here were different here, there weren't yellow bricks but red leathers. Leather? Strange, she thought when her hands reached out to feel the soft thick leather. A chilling nerve–striking feeling tingles in her body as she headed closer.

There seemed to be a door in front of the hall. Tap, tap. Again there was the timed knocking. Tap, tap, she leaned closer to the door. Tap, tap, she placed my ear on the door. She could feel it, something living had placed their ear at the other side of this door. Tap, tap, her heart raced faster as her hand touched the door, she felt them touch the door as well. Tap, tap, she began sliding down on the door, feeling them follow. Her eyes were headed to the empty keyhole. Tap, tap, she–

She jolted back to reasoning, wondering where she had came out from again as she looked back.

Though the house was big as hell so it wasn't too unreal that she couldn't remember where she left from "FORGET THIS SHIT," she nearly whispered.

I must be mad to be frank, she thought to herself. Why she was out here so late was beyond her.

She bit her lips looking back at the door. "Dear gods," she whispered.

This was the door she had almost opened. Why?

Almost closing her eyes and releasing a deep breath she randomly pushed a door open and her heart sped up significantly before seeing a black haired young man sleeping on a wide bed the size for a King.

SLEEPING BEAUTY definitely had nothing on the magnificent creature laying on the bed. Elizabeth had to admit she hadn't being around many men, she'd never even had sex but she certainly recognized the gentle throb that enveloped her lower region. The tiny nub above her sex ached gently and made Elizabeth swallow- HARD.

Her small legs carried her forward as her mind reminded her that there she was in someone's house and what she was doing was definitely not right. "Oliviér…." She whispered, stalking forward, feeling her stomach knot tightly and her heart squeeze at the delicious scent of Oliviér that pervaded the air of his room.

His tall, muscled figure laid unmoving on the wide big bed with a silk silver blanket over him. She didn't even think of how intrusive she was when she climbed the bed and hovered over the fair skinned male with both legs resting on both sides of Elizabeth.

Oliviér's neck was flung to the side, his hands everywhere, and his inky black hair splattered flat on his face from the sweat that filled his face, giving him a sprawled demeanor. His chest was rising and falling in a distressed manner, the blood red soft muscle that were his delicate lips parted slightly and a white canine descended on his bottom lip so hard a little line of blood flowed from his bottom lip down to his sharp chin.

"Ngh…." A groan of displeasure escaped his part lips softly while obvious scrunched lines appeared on his wet forehead.

Elizabeth felt her tender heart squeeze harder this time displeased. She frowned, her fingers reaching towards the masterpiece that was his face to touch but she held herself realizing how perverted and strange that was. One shouldn't touch people without their permission, she reminded herself.

Big doe eyes suddenly went round when glass like beads of liquid flowed from his squeezed shut eyes. "Please… Father…" more tears flowed and his eyes squeezed impossibly tighter.

She couldn't control her hands. Her heart ached and she almost felt it going into its distress state again shorting her breath. She itched to tenderly touch his smooth skin, cup his cheek and gingerly wake him up from his dream…. NO…. nightmare.

She wanted to touch him so badly, then the thought of those killers crossed her now addled (clouded) mind. She all of a sudden raised her hand and landed a slap on his cheek.

Elizabeth shook her head at her stupidity before quickly leaving his bed and his room. As the door shut as she left–

"Ah!"

Elizabeth woke up from sleep. She shook her head. She was not sure what had happened. Did she have a dream of Oliviér? But it felt so real…. How could a dream be so real? And what kind of dream did she just have?

Meanwhile across the hall of Elizabeth's room a black haired man laid on his bed, tears falling from his squeezed shut eyes.