Marked

I was on my way to school and I've been reeling about the dream I had last night. The reason being is that it seemed too real to be just a dream. I know it was impossible but everything I felt, felt real. His touch, his warmth, his scent, and the emotions he evoked out of me...everything felt real. I sighed. Dreams are just dreams Zenande and they don't come true especially for you. I felt the familiar pang in my heart. Ever since I've met the handsome man, my heart has been aching and longing constantly. It was high time I snapped out of it and got back to my senses. I needed to do well at school so that I can graduate and move out of my parents' house. There was no space to be thinking about men and longing for what didn't belong to me.

I was attending my third class of the day and I wasn't going to lie and say my eyes didn't wonder around checking to see if I could catch a glimpse of the handsome man because that would be a lie. I know I know. I just couldn't help myself. And every time I thought I saw someone that resembled him but was actually not him, my heart ached even more. I kept on rubbing my chest to try lessen the pain but that didn't seem to be helping. I never knew that one's heart could physically hurt just by missing someone.

Precious one

I jumped up my chair and looked around the room expecting to see him, which made everyone in the room give me weird looks including the lecturer, but nothing. Huh. I swear that had been his voice calling me. I sat back down confused and a bit shaken up. His voice had been clear as day. No Zenande, it must be all in your head. You've been thinking about him too much. Stop it. I blew out a breath and tried to concentrate on the lecture.

<i>Precious one</i>

There it was again. His voice. This time I didn't jump up but I did look around crazily. No sign of him. Oh my god! What was happening to me? Was I going mad right now? But no man, I swear I heard him. Really Zenande? Even if you did, how is it possible that you're the only one hearing him? So are trying to say he's talking in your head? Seriously? Get a grip. I shook myself. My brain was right, I needed to get a grip.

The rest of my classes ended without anymore incidents but I was still a bit shaken up. As I walked towards the library, I kept looking left and right, back and forth. Sheesh! I was really losing my marbles. I blamed that darn dream I had last night. I did what I went to do at the library and went home.

Mom: "You smell." That's the first thing she said when I entered the kitchen.

Me: "I do?" I asked sniffing myself and smelling nothing out of the ordinary.

Mom: "Yes, you're covered in dog smell." She said with a disgusted face. A dog smell? ... "did you pass by a doghouse on your..." She said trailing off and then she got a funny look on her face... "do you perhaps have a new friend that we don't know about?" I shook my head slowly... "oh." She said giving me a suspicious look. Honestly, I was shocked. This is the longest she has ever spoken to me. Scout's honor. When I said my family was distant, I meant it. They practically ignored me and only spoke to me when they really needed to.

Sophia: "Dear Lord, what is that awful smell?" She appeared holding her nose.

Mom: "It's your sister." Sophia turned to me and sneered. I looked down to my feet and fidgeted with my fingers.

Sophia: "Didn't take you as a dog lover sister." Sister. Daughter. There's nothing in this world I hated more than those two words growing up. When my family called or referred to me, it was always by those two words, never by my actual name.

Me: "I'll go wash up." I said in a small voice.

Sophia: "Yes please do that." I turned to leave... "and burn those clothes while at it."

I was in the backyard doing as I was told, burning the clothes that apparently smelled like a dog. I know I know, I was a weakling. But what else could I do? It's not like I could stand up for myself against them especially my sister. Out of everyone, she was the meanest and the most terrifying. I remember when I was 6 years, she killed a rabbit and drank it's blood. Kid you not. I had nightmares about that fateful day for years after that. And what made it worse was when I told our parents, they laughed at me and told me to stop making up stories. They hadn't believed me. My sister told me if I ever told on her again, she'll do to me like what she did to the rabbit. That's why she terrifies me the most.

As I walked back inside the house, I swear I heard howling of some sorts coming from the forest. Was it me or was the world getting stranger ever since I met the handsome man?

I was dreaming again. It was the same garden. Arms went around me from the back. Even before he said anything, I knew it was him. His touch...his warmth...his smell told me so. My handsome man.

Him: "Precious one." He rubbed his nose against my neck and growled in displeasure... "you washed me off you."

Me: "Huh?"

Him: "I like you smelling like me but right now you don't." He told me... "what happened? When you left for school this morning my smell was all over you."

Me: "I took a shower before going to bed." He released another displeased growl. I couldn't help but to release a surprised moan filled with arousal when he suddenly bit my shoulder slightly swiping the bite with his tongue.

Him: "That should do for now." He said pleased.

Me: "Did you just bite me?"

Him: "I marked you."

Me: "Marked me?"

Him: "Yes."

Me: "You're weird." He smiled against my ear. Don't ask me how I knew. I just did. It was liked I was in tuned with him. Even now it felt like our hearts were beating at the same pace and rhythm.

Him: "Until I make you mine in every way possible I need to ease my..." He trailed off.

Me: "Ease your what?"

Him: "The animal inside me." I snorted.

Me: "Wow. Okay."

Him: "I see you still don't believe that this is real."

Me: "Of course I don't. It would be crazy if I did."

Him: "My precious one, you need to start believing what I say."

Me: "Okay then, let me ask you this."

Him: "Yeah?"

Me: "Last night in the dream you said you'll find me at school today but you didn't. If this is real then why didn't you?" He groaned miserably squeezing me to him.

Him: "I'm so sorry about that my precious one. I planned to but something came up that needn't my full attention."

Me: "Mmmm...must've been important."

Him: "Don't say that. Nothing is more important than you. Ever."

Me: "Whatever you say."

Him: "You have every right to be angry with me." He said turning me to face him. Damn. I can never get used to how handsome he was... "okay? Be angry with me. I broke my promise."

Me: "I'm not angry with you."

Him: "Well you should. Don't let me off easily. I don't deserve it." I smiled. His eyes fell to my lips and they glowed intensely. He blinked and cleared his throat... "err...I told my parents and pack...err I mean friends about you and they want to meet you."

Me: "Okay." His eyes narrowed suspiciously on me.

Him: "Why do I feel like you agreed rather too quickly. I was expecting you to fight me on this." I laughed.

Me: "Because this is a dream silly. I know I won't really be meeting your parents and friends." He sighed shaking his head at me.

Him: "Remember, later you can't change your mind. You already agreed to meet them."

Me: "I won't change my mind." I said confidently. He chuckled and smirked.

Him: "Okay." Why did I feel like I just entered my own trap?