Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare?

Maybe give me a warning before you leap up and drag me to the groudn with you? Becca suggested, frowning noticing his fear still as she patted his hand lightly in return. She sighed and forced him out, leaving him on the ground as she remained crouched over, her hand still in his. She didn't enjoy seeing him scared, her head tilted as she cautiously kissed his head. A bird tries to hurt you... She began, grinning evily now. I'll make us birdy soup

Kris screeched "weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as he was drag out from his hiding place for the second time today. He chuckled at her comment of birdy soup and nodded. I shall warn you next time, if there is a next time that is. he reassured her and stared at her evil grin. Poor bird. was all that came to mind on seeing the evilness buried deep in her caramel gold coloured eyes.

Becca's grin grew wider, her teeth on near enough full show as she giggled out, leaning back on the bench, hand escaping Kris' as she placed them on her lap, fingers once again drumming against her leg. Have you seen the bitch before? She questioned suddenly, raising a brow now returining to her previous curiousity interest.

Kris shook his head and blinked. Not in person. he mumbled. I have only seen her for real that one time. he told her in shame. He gulped. I have seen her in my dreams though, but not in that way! Not at all in that way, yakki! ew! he shuddered. She was called Jen...something. he tried to think back to the dream he had the first night he arrived at Winterburn.

Becca's eyes seemlingly clouded over in thought of this, her eyes instantly gazing up at the sky. It seemed to click into a strange peice, but she ignored that solution which had formed in her head, eyes instantly landing on Kris once more, this time serious. Your dreams aren't normal, that we know... She began, slowly rubbing her chin. How soon after was it that you had the dreams of...Kate? She enquired.

Erm...about two, maybe three days after I dreamed of that Jen-bitch. he thought about it. So far, the dreams are so similar to reality, that scares me more than birds. he admitted and sighed. Kate started off just like our relationship, but then it went all...er...scary. he mumbled and watched a falling blossom as it fell to the ground.

Explain what happened in your bitch dream Becca said simply, her voice faintly droning now as she went into serious thought, trying to link things together. She was faintly understanding, and allowed her hands to rest under her head, eyes closed once again as she let out a quiet breath. She seemed calm, but her mind was rushing with multiple thoughts and excuses...and her body was trying to keep in control of certain things.

Well Kate started off lovely and she was so so so beautiful, and I thought this is the woman of my dreams and it literally was. he said, emotionless, as he thought back. Then, Kate got all needy and said she loved me, wanted me to live in eternity for ever and ever...and er...she was saying that we had to stay together because it's our...Kate and mine's destiny. But er...she started trying to bite me, and then Marcus told me to kill you...erm, Kate...and so I did. I don't know why, but I killed you....gah! KATE! he said in slight whisper, hoping she could not hear him. Then the next week, we...meaning you and I, met at the waffle house-thing. Since then, my life has gone to plan...being the dreams as the plan. I don't want to kill you. I love you. he said, bottom lips shaking with emotion that had finally caught up with him

Becca shook her head, freezing as she heard her brother's named being mentioned. All her thoughts and conclusions dissapeared hearing that name, her expression shocked instantly. One...you....couldnt kill me She whispered, actually flinching at that thought. Secondly....marcus?! She looked at him, trying not to look insane as she shook her head in disbeleif. He CAN kill me! She pointed out now in fear, panicking. Althought he wouldn't because he's...my family! No no...he wouldn't do that She wnet of track, hiding her head instantly as she tried her best to relax...to calm down.

Kris was unable to speak; unable to show her the reaction that she would have wanted him to show. So instead, he stood up off the cold concrete floor and looked up at the sky. Erm... he muttered as he thought of the right thing to say. What would he say to a panicking vampire that was not sure whether or not her vampire brother would kill her? Kris' eyebrows rose and he felt the butterflies form in his stomach. He grasped onto the back of the bench as a sort of leaning post, helping him to stand straight. Marcus wouldn't kill you, Becca. He loves you and wants to protect you! And you have seen how much me and Marcus don't get along! Like he would ever speak to me! So far all he has done is harm me, now if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already! So you know...? Kris said, trying to make his thought sound like a good option, but the problem was, he was doubting his dreams too and he was uncertain whether that particular dream would turn into a reality. He bit his bottom lip and soon it stopped shaking. He kept tight hold of the bench as he watched a bird fly high in the sky. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from screaming and running away.

Becca didn't once raise her head, ignoring Kris' attempts to help...
She grumbled silently to herself, the panic within her unconctrolable as she shook faintly, letting out a loud sigh. Her mind was simply now usless, and she couldn't think of what to do. Slowly she pulled a hand threw her hair, eyes never leaving her lap. I don't know...he's killed...many people She muttered quietly. If I do something to put him in danger...he can physically force you to try and kill me...but he can finish the job Shocked at how she'd been able to say that without cracking. She continued to shake her head, unwanting to belive such things...but concern soon formed.

Oh my. Kris gasped, eyes wandering across the skies, trying not to say something wrong. His grasp got firmer and firmer as he heard her speak, he didn't want to harm Becca in anyway. And if it meant Marcus was able to force him into doing something terrible to her, he would not be able to live with himself. He brought his attention on Becca as his bottom lip dropped in shock. "Finish the job?" the words swam around his mind, the main word being "job" made him feel ill to the stomach, like death was some sort of natural job you were employed to do. He felt a silent whimper pass his lips and made his grip less tight until he felt free to move and perch on the bench. Then a loud sigh escaped as he quickly inhaled a deep breath.

Becca's head remained almost completely hidden as she placed her hands over it to sheild herself from anything...something. She sighed out also and didn't bother to breath, slowly peering to the side to look at Kris. You look like you've seen a ghost She pointed out quietly, trying not to seem as affected by what could be her future fate and death. She slowly leaned back, closing her eyes as she breathed out unwanted air. ...Dreams leading to reality...doesn't make sense She mused.

Ha....A ghost. he said casually, attempting not to show his fear. He looked away from Becca, hoping that he did not look as weak as his usual self. For once he just wanted to act brave for Becca, but today certainly was not going to be the time he did this. His began tapping his foot, causing his leg to shake more vigorously than it normally would if he did so. He focused on the single tree just a few footsteps away from them, wishing that something would happened to cause the dream to change. So that he did not have to be a part of killing the one he loved. What if I leave? Get away from you...and Marcus? I can't be the one to begin the harm then. Can I? he suggested, voice reaching different octaves for each word that ran passed his lips.

Becca's eyes widened instantly as she turned to stare at him shaking her head quick, unable to stop herself. You can't do that! She exclaimed out loud, latching onto his arm without thinking. She clutched onto him frowning now. I wont let you do nothing stupid...you can't let some daft dreams lead you! She found herself scowling at the emotion in which she'd shown, feeling weak in doing so. She soon turned away, staring into space, her hands never once leaving his arm.