Spirits didn't sleep. At night when everyone was fast asleep, they roamed.
Meaning sleep was not an option for Valentina who was bored out of her mind.
She was also outraged beyond a point of return.
One minute he was willing to go along with her, and then the next second he was... simply impossible.

She considered breaking more objects in his room but was wary about the other people hearing the ruckus.
To add salt to injury, the meathead had cleared his desk, meaning no snooping for her.
In conclusion, she was excruciatingly bored. And so she did the impossible.
Valentina, a spirit, fell asleep.

And impossible more, she had a dream.

Valentina had finally cozied up in the huge bath tub she had chosen to hide in.
That's when the peer of sleep swept her under its clutches.

She was a child again, playing with Aaron at North point.
They were playing hide and seek in Cornelius' study. The hard bear of a man had finally crumbled his resolve after hours of pleading from his youngest son and his best friend.
'Break anything and I'll have Valentina whipped.' He added before he left them.
At the time they thought he would do it.
But when Aaron shoved her into an ancient sculpture, it came crashing down.
The dream fast forward to the two young ones hiding in Aaron's mother's garden.
They could hear their names being called but they chose not to reply. Once they went to search else where, Aaron and herself would make a break for it. They had it all figured out, they'd live together in the woods. She knew enough magic and he would grow into a much larger wolf.
Sadly, they barely made it to the edge of the woods when they were caught by the werewolves under the Lynch's command.

Their punishment had been a fierce talking to and Cornelius spinning the two children about.
The room was filled with their laughter and giggles.
How she missed those days.

The next dream however was strange.

Her body felt heavy and very foreign. The entire room was dark, and then she opened her eyes.
However the lightning wasn't much better. She swing her weighty legs to the side and made contact with a stone cold slab.

Slowly her eyes adjusted to the room she found herself in.
There was no indication to disclose where she was in her dream. Everything was cold and a tad wet.
When her feet hit the floor they nearly buckled at the unfamiliar weight of her. Fortunately, the padded slab she woken from broke her fall.

She waited a moment before trying to walk once again.

To her utter dismay, there were no obvious windows or noticeable doors. Yet, she was breathing, that meant there had to be oxygen coming from somewhere.
It wasn't an easy task trying to find anything in the poorly lit room.

Her fingers felt for any odd draft in the walls.
Her fingers landed on a small and barely noticeable airy line.
Whoever had designed this room, certainly didn't want anyone escaping.
The door was a huge rock and wouldn't budge at her weak attempts.

Valentina was trapped with absolutely no way out.
Her first dream in almost a century and it was a nightmare!
She considered screaming for help but her pounding headache wouldn't allow her. Plus that wouldn't be a smart move. Of this was truly a nightmare, only bad things would come out from behind the door.

She painfully returned to the cushioned altar built in the middle of the small room.
That was what she had been sleeping on.
Whoever brought her there must have wanted to sacrifice her.

Her heart lurched at the thought that the 'dream' may not be a dream at all but a memory.

The idea shriveled up before it was entertained any further. Nothing this frightening had ever happened to her. It would have struck a deeper cord in her. Nothing here was familiar. Not the dress she wore or the cell she found herself in. She looked down at the emerald dress once more. It was clean not like the one she'd died in.

It was all too confusing and she needed to wake up.
Another thought made her stomach lurch hard.
'This could be another kind of magic to trap my spirit into a mortal body.'
It would have been a perfect way to kill Valentina for good.
And she would know, she had performed a similar spell for Aaron a long time ago.

But they needed something of hers. Biological, like blood or hair or nails. And her body had long ago been destroyed.

Noises made from behind the door reached her. She hurriedly laid down as the stone door scraped open. She shut her eyes and prayed for the body to fall asleep yet again.
It shouldn't have been hard, after all the body was in a weakened state. But Valentina had forgotten how to fall asleep. Her mind was racing when she needed to be Calm.

The person who entered the room spoke to herself as she came closer.

'I tell him this isn't going to work but he said 'No Fauna, she will wake up.''
The woman scoffed at his impression of whoever his boss was.

'These Tchkovskys are stubborn aren't they?'

It took her a moment to realize that she was talking to her. He'd been talking to her the whole time.
So the Tchkovskys were behind this?
And she knew just who it was.

Cold substance was spread on her bare arms.
The soft clink on stone indicated something being set aside.

Valentina fought to remain still when the lady began undoing her buttons. The cold breeze made contact with her bare chest, hardening the body's still covered nipples.

It took every ounce of Will power to keep Valentina from sitting up and yelling profanities at the woman who was invading her privacy. Whether or not that was her body, Valentina still possessed it and while she was the one in control she wouldn't just lie there and be molested. Yet still she laid deathly still.

'Fauna.'
The voice was truly unmistakable. Nicholae.
'Please leave.'

'My lord, I've just began.' She told him.

'I'll take care of it. I want you to get some rest. You and a few others are being sent to the outcast Osei's camp. I want you to help him however you can. And report you findings to me. I want to know everything about his condition.'

The smaller footsteps retreated most likely after she bowed.

Cold fingers lifted her head and slid something cold around her neck, most likely some kind of torture device.

And then he took off where Fauna had left off.
Slowly her undid her dress.
Goosebumps ran rampant on her flesh when the cool air caressed her skin.

'This is new.' He said to himself. She peeped as his head turned away when he back at the close door as if to call back Fauna through slitted eyes. She closed them when he turned back.

His hands returned to her body smearing whatever thick substance on her body.

The cream had to be spelled or something, because with every touch and rub of his hand, a sensation trickled down her nerves. A growing warmth was left in the wake of his touch and her body began to tense with a horrific feeling.

Desire.

She was appalled by her morbid reaction. The only explanation was that the body belonged to a past lover who knew his touch. SHE most certainly was not attracted in any way to the murderer molesting an unconscious body. This was a whole new level of pervasiveness and yet she was laying on her back, turned on by it.

She bit on her tongue when his hands applied the cream on the round mounds on her chest.

The sensitive nipples sent urgent messages of want into her brain and the juncture between her thighs.

She heard his breath catch in a gasp. And his hands froze on her breast.

The urge to wiggle was earth shattering! God only knew where Valentina got her strength from.

He chuckled and whispered to himself.
'I'm losing it again.'

His hands finished with her chest and continued on the torturous journey down her stomach. To the pervert's credit, he wasn't groping her or painfully probing her sensitive areas.

Valentina stiffened her legs when he reached her thighs. But he opened her weak legs with ease.
His hands took some more lotion or whatever and applied to her outward thighs and legs and then moved in ward.

She knew she was majorly screwed because she could feel her panties get wet. And he would see that too.
'Lord' she thought.
His hands barely brushed her maiden when hear like she'd never known, flared within her tearing an involuntary moan from her lips.
Nicholae took away his hand as if he'd been burned and stared at the body.

Then Valentina woke up in the bathroom.
That dream had been too vivid. And weird beyond explanation.
She stumbled out o the bathroom just in time to catch Niko bouncing in.

'Valentina. Today I went to see the scary wolves again. And I made some new friends. Isn't that cool?'

She only managed to nod her head. Her throat felt dry and her head throbbed along with her entire body.

She followed him to the bed as he related the entire play date into detail.

Minutes later, Nicholae emerged from the door. His wide eyes found her sitting with his son. They quickly narrowed when they found her.
He stopped his son from saying anything more and Niko looked as if he had plenty to say.

'Niko. Why don't you get cleaned up. You've had a long day.'

'But Papa.'
Nicholae only shook his head and the boy respectfully left the room.

He took his son's vacated spot.
'I hope you aren't too angry at me for not bringing you along.'

Valentina only shrugged.
She saw that he was wearing the same clothes he had on in her errr... 'experience'.

But she recalled it was the same clothes he had on when he left. So had her dream manifested him in the attire because her mind had already taken a picture or ...
'Did you talk to Semi?'

He closed his eyes and winced.
'Something else came up, I totally forgot to ask. Forgive me.'

She gave him a tight smile. She knew he was lying why else he would he refuse to look at her directly.

'So how was your day?' He asked her.

'I was bored with nothing to do so I counted stones on your wall.'
Maybe he knew she was lying.
He opened a laptop and typed away.
'Do you know what tv is and do you have a show?'
The question took met by surprise. Yet she replied.
'I liked watching the cop shows where they find scheming bastards'
Like him.

He smiled widely.
'Then you'll love these. So the next time I leave you have something to occupy your time with.'
She stood up.
'You're not taking me with you?'
He smiled and shook his head. There was an odd glint behind the silver in his eyes.
'I can't trust you yet.'
Ditto.
Valentina wouldn't let him see her angry. That's what he wanted but she wouldn't give it to him.
'So how many were there?'

'How many what?' She gingerly asked.

'The stones in the room? I want to know.'
She swallowed and thought of a quick number.
'Six hundred and thirty-five.'
He laughed and nodded.
'Good guess. But it's eight hundred and ninety one.'
Busted.
'I miscounted.' She lied again

A/N
Heyo! My name is MissBrew if you don't know that already you should not be reading this book.
Make sure to follow to be kept updated on the adventures of these two, and Semi and Osei... aaand everyone else involved.

Any comments? Concerns? Discussions? Rants? Feel free to leave it in the comment section.
Until next time!
UNTO THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!