Bloody Dream

I was there at an airport. I was with my withering old grandmother and a man who we had saved from turning into a demon and terror of the land. We came back from a furious battle between angels and demons. I was different... I was a stronger person. I was a woman of old magic. Long black veils covered my grandmother and the other men that were part of our traveling groups wore apparel that is what I knew to belong in the desert. However, the demon had followed us.... We carried a man that I think now was very important. He had been greatly wounded in the battle and maybe he was an angel in human form... some true form of good.
We were in a type of port. An airport area or someplace waiting to be transferred to an airport to spread our good news. I left to find out something and I came back to blood. There was blood everywhere and the demon laughing and feasting on parts of my grandmother and the good man. They were piled in places and the red fountain of their life spread like a fast filling pool. I touched it and knew I had failed.

It felt real. It felt like another life and when I became aware of myself within myself I was scared and confused at there being two mes. I was angered by my weakness and my inability to perform any kind of spell and I was aware that something in me had changed. The blood was so red against the sand and heat and the demon was coming and I jolted awake to escape what I was sure to pass.

Anger Cont.

Somehow they got the door shut and he spun them around so he had her pressed against the door and he could keep her caged there. No escape from him. No running away. HE wanted to keep her still for a minute.

She felt the cold wooden door against her back and his hot familiar body pressed against her. His hand gripped her arms like two vices and he kept his mouth glued to hers. Everything had seemed to turn red when he slammed his mouth onto hers and she couldn't tell if it was anger or passion or more than likely, a combination of both. The only thing she acknowledged was that her body responded with the needs of a parched man who had found water in the middle of a desert. His mouth felt perfect pressed against hers and she could feel more than one part of her body responding in full to what he was doing with her. She tried to clear her head of the thick red haze that seemed to be dominating but a moan escaped her lips into his and she felt him grab her legs and lift her against the door. She was floating...

He felt her legs automatically wrap around his waste. Her hands slide up and cup his face, on reaching around and gripping his neck, holding him in place. He heard and felt her moan against his mouth again. He wanted to see her face for a moment. He wanted to see her look at him with something other than frustration and pain. He went to pull his head away and felt her nails in his neck. She didn't want him to leave her mouth but he needed to see...

She felt him tug his head again. Why was he tugging. She wanted him to stay this way. She didn't want it to stop. However, she relinquished and found herself staring into his eyes again.

Anger

She looked at him from across the room. They had been chatting with everyone at the party except each other and the first casual but stilted "hello" when she first entered. She had been gone for several months, off chasing a life in a big city and leaving those she cared about behind. However, he had abandoned her before she had even left and she had discovered that in the crumbling of their friendship.
A hand touched her shoulder and snapped her out of her thoughtful study of him. She returned to the party and tried to enjoy herself even though he lingered.
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As people started leaving she felt nervous. There was a huge hole in her chest that she thought she could fill and keep sealed and here it was ripping open little by little. She had been offered a place to sleep here at the hostess/best friend's house and she had gratefully accepted. All her friends left with hugs and smiles saying how good it was to see her even if only for a night. That was all she had to spare. Tomorrow she had to be back with her family. Her best friend came in and hugged her drunkenly and said she was going to her boyfriend's house. She smiled and said she'd see her in the morning then closed and locked the door as her friend left.
She sat on the couch feeling the whoosh of pain as she realized he hadn't even wanted to say goodbye. He had left when she was occupied with a game of beer pong and he hadn't even felt the need to say farewell.
"FUCK IT" she whispered to herself. Feeling the damn hole throb at the torn and frayed edges. "Damn it all" she laid down and started crying.
Her phone chimed but she ignored it, not wanting to deal with or talk to anybody for the rest of the night. A homecoming was nice but it was almost more painful than leaving she mused to herself.
She paused... There had been a soft knock on the door. She sighed. Someone probably forgot their purse somewhere or something. She opened the door and felt like she had been hit with a brick to the skull.
There he was looking right at her. And that is all they did for a moment was stare at each other until she finally broke the silence.
"What do you want?"
"I left my... wallet here."
"I'll get it for you, where is it?"
"I can..." She threw her hand up to stop him. It rested on his chest.
"No just tell me and I'll grab it."
He sighed and didn't answer. "Why does it have to be like this between us?" He asked instead.
She didn't look at him but shamefully felt the tears well up in her eyes and start to trickle down her face.
"Your wallet is where?" she asked, desperate to end this and be alone with this pain.
"Dammit, Answer me. Why?" he asked getting frustrated by her sad eyes and cold demeanor.
"Your wallet..." She mentioned just as stubbornly refusing to talk about it.
He looked down at his feet then sighed deeply. He cocked his head back up to look at her again. Her hair was longer but her eyes still held the same intense stare that had got to him before. She stared at him straight even though he knew she was hurting she had never backed down from facing him head on. Her body was a little slimmer than when she left and she seemed to smile less. She was as pale as ever.
"Look I'll have allie send your wallet over tomorrow" She went to close the door but he threw his hand up and in one swift motion used his other hand to grab her arm and pull her to him. He kissed her hard and with the ferocity of his frustration and anger. He felt her shove hard against him even though her lips parted and let his tongue sweep inside. Her shoving turned to tugging as she pulled him into the house.