Nightmare

When I looked into his eyes, I saw a vast darkness that skimmed the edges of infinity. His smile, his words, his gestures -- everything was warm, comforting; the only secrets lay hidden in his eyes, grey eyes that lay flat and shine with an eerie onyx blackness. Torn from his back were ebony feathers that shone with a dark, glittering magic, making my skin tingle and my eyes burn. I reached out to trail my fingers along them, the seductive magic calling my name. They burned the tips of my fingers, seared my skin, and yet I couldn't pull away; a deep panic started in my chest, and I woke up, panting, in bed.

Eyes wide, I clutched the sheets with white knuckles and heaved breath after breath. My eyes flitted around in the darkness and the comfort of my room engulfed me; I steadied, waitting for my rapid heartbeat to slow.

I had dreamed of him again. He was an elusive nightmare, I could recall faint edges and bits and pieces that were blurred and jagged. I remember a smirk, revealing sharp edged teeth and eyes that glinted grey in the darkness. The wings were the only clear image that lingered, the feeling of lightning pulsing through my veins as I stroked the silken feathers.

Was he a fallen angel, or the devil? Something faint tapped at the back of my mind, a memory long lost, curled in the ivy of my subconcious and untangible. I could never be sure, but what I did know, from that eerie chill that crawled up my spine, was that he was hunting me. I could feel him, a dark and beautiful presence, lingering in the shadows of what I could not rememeber.

And yet, somehow, I hoped he would find me.