Journey
The clouds looked like pillows, fluffy white pillows she wished she could lay on, swim in, anything.
Anything better than being stuck in this stuffy plane with these annoying people.
It's not as if Alex didn't love airplane rides; watching the land underneath get smaller and smaller, flying over the bluest oceans, watching the sun be so close instead of looming over you...
She loved every bit of it, including the fact that she could also sleep.
What she did not like, however, were the people she was forced to sit next to, more like the person.
Alex could've sworn she'd have been able to escape Eric and his God-knows how much annoying band of mates, the trip to Greece seemed to have been the perfect ticket away from that, among other things.
But no, he just had to come along didn't he? Who gave a flying care in the world if he was Greek and "wanted to go back to his roots"; he was messing her trip, her vacation.
Well, technically it wasn't a vacation, but she decided to consider it just that while pressing her forehead against the cold glass of the airplane's window and begging for peace...
Fate was not on her side, was it?
"So, Alexandria, didn't you say that you were able to sleep in any moving transportation? Why aren't you sleeping now?"
Alex gritted her teeth together and took a deep breath.
Oh, how much she wanted to curse that awful way he said her name and that awful gleam in his eye when he looked at her and that awfully beautifully sculpted face of his.
She hated him.
"I would love to demonstrate, but a very annoying voice is sort of making it impossible right now."
He grinned, and she fought the urge to knock in his pearly white teeth. "Is that voice mine?"
Alex plastered a fake guilt on her face. "What? No! How could you ever think that I would ever say your voice is annoying Eric?" Then she rolled my eyes, returning her attention to anything than him and closing her eyes. She should at least try to get some sleep.
"Are you going to sleep now?"
Her eyes snapped open and Alex swore she saw red, a growl escaping my lips before she spoke so low only Eric could hear her.
"Eric Athalianos, I don't care if Angie isn't here to distract you. I swear to all that is Holy and above me that if you interrupt my sleep one more time, I will dismember every extremity in your body and shove it so far down your trachea it will exit through your other end, and I will enjoy myself while doing so."
He chuckled in amusement, leaning forward against his armrest to study her more carefully.
She found no amusement in the fact however. "Is something funny?"
"Only that you're trying to sound violent when you're the most adorable person I've met. And pretty hot too, if I should say-."
He was cut off when her hand flew to cover his mouth.
He had the urge to kiss it, slightly, but he knew better than to do so. She would actually kill him at that point, among other repercussions.
To introduce Eric Athalianos. Six-foot-two to her five six, mass of dark black and apparently twenty-two years annoying.
He was pretty much Alexandria's complete opposite.
Alex was an introverted social hermit while he was as extroverted as it gets. She cared about her grades while it was a shock that the University hadn't kicked him out because of their 2.0 GPA policy. He liked red while she liked blue. He was always ready to start a fight while she was the one always trying to break it up. He really a violent streak while Alex only had it when she was around him (bad influence).
A slightly tanned, muscular, Greek sculpture of a man next to a dark skinned, average height, average appearance woman.
She didn't have any idea how we ever started hanging out.
Yes, hanging out, because as much as Alex hated him, Eric was one of my only friends in University.
"Shut up Eric, just shut up."
When she finally pulled my hand away, he gave her a smirk that would've have made other girls swoon, heck, she nearly did. "As you wish my lady."
-
She had this dream since she was a child.
Always the same character, never the same place.
He was tall, bronzed, and angry.
Very angry.
Honestly, he was like one of the people who would be angry at everyone and everything with just a general hatred for humanity one could never understand.
All of that hatred and anger was trapped in his burning eyes as he set his eyes on her. They glowed red as he would come closer and closer until there was nearly no space between the two of them.
One word. "When?"
Just his voice would shake Alexandria to the core, She'd wake up with a start, run over to her parents' room and wiggle her way between them to try and sleep again.
Once she got too old for that, Alex would simply sit up with a cold sweat and try to change her thoughts before going back to sleep.
Sometimes, he would be in her house. Sometimes he'd be at her school. Sometimes at her hometown in Quebec...the places always changed.
Now he was in what seemed to be a Greek ruin. A few pillars still stood in their original places but that was it. Nearly everything else around was burned or shattered rubble. The sun loomed overhead, so scorching hot that the grass beneath her feet withered.
It was dead silent, only a hollow, chilling wind blew by with what seemed to be a moaning sound, carrying the smell of smoke and ash wherever it was going.
He was there, sitting on a broken pillar, staring down at his sandaled feet as though he had lost a war.
Alex hadn't made a sound, but somehow, he sensed her presence, as he always did, eyes darting up to look her straight in her own as he rose to his feet.
She wanted to run, but for some reason, she was frozen in place as he stormed over to her, seething with more anger than any of the other dreams before.
Here's where it changed.
Instead of stopping in front of her, the red-eyed man grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pulling her closer and gripping Alex so tightly pain shot through her arm.
Fury. "WHEN!"
She nearly jumped, her eyes shot open and a whimper escaped her.
Alex was still on the plane.
Some flight attendant was making an announcement.
The others were still joking around way too loudly.
And Eric was staring at her worriedly.
Pulling out one on her earphones, he leaned closer. "You alright?"
No, she wasn't. Red Man's voice still rang in Alex's head and it felt as though he had actually grabbed her. Rubbing her shoulder lightly, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
Alex glanced over at Eric and gave him her fakest reassuring smile. "Just a nightmare, that's it."
"Seemed like a pretty bad one."
She shrugged, quickly regretting the action because of the pain that made her bite her lip to keep quiet. She decided to look out the window and try and catch some sleep again.
"They always are."
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