Dream: Of Blood & Magic

Date: 11/13/2019

I was a young witch who kept to the black clothing often stereotyped to witches. I often did it out of spite since many feared what I was anyway without chancing to know me first. I had a wonderful spirit guide who I often spoke with as I had few friends. She was the spirit of a healer. Had died quite young. Mid-twenties I'd say based on appearance but wiser than her age would let one believe. "You're doing it again." She told me as a headed down from my apartment towards the fountain out front. I often went there to write and read. As well as observe. I had been attacked quite a lot since moving here a couple months ago. Thrice within the last week alone. Each attack seemed to have some manner of magic infused in it. My friend Zeke was a young witch of 19 but a genius. I'd been talking with him a great deal but he didn't seem to have any good leads on finding my attacker. Our friend Milly, an alchemist, had no such luck either. I was planning to speak to them after my writing. "What am I doing exactly?" I asked her. Her name was something foreign to me and I spoke almost every language fluently. She allowed me to call her Sasha as a way to help me feel less guilty or something. "Poor Lysle has been doing his best to protect you during night time hours and yet here you are barely paying him any mind." Sasha scolded me. Lysle was a vampire. Likely turned in his early thirties by his appearance. He was charming, devilishly handsome, and was certainly a friend. The problem was that his good looks often caused girls to fawn over him when they saw him. I rarely saw him without a woman or two talking to him. I only ever saw him on his own as night fell. Even then I rarely approached him. Not out of fear, he was a kind and playful man, but out of guilt. He barely knew me and yet he continued to get hurt because of me. I… well I was honestly infatuated with him but terrified he could get killed. "You know I don't mean it as such." I whispered as I sat by the fountain. I had chosen a black tank top, slacks, and boots. I had a black beanie instead of the standard pointed hat. I just rather enjoyed black and how spiteful it could make me appear towards those who judged me. "But how will he know?" Sasha argued as she sat beside me. She placed her hand on mine. As a witch with my level of power I actually could touch a spirit and allow them to do the same. I only ever allowed this to Sasha. I sighed at her words. "If I get too close to him… he could die. The farther away he is… the safer he will be." "Not if he keeps throwing himself in harm's way to protect you." Sasha intervened. Mere moments after she said that I could hear sweet giggles headed to the other side of the fountain. I looked up and there was Lysle speaking with a couple young ladies. Like regaling them with a story of his past adventures. "Go speak with him. I'm sure he'd appreciate it. I'm sure you both need it." Sasha told me and slapped my back in encouragement. I tucked my small journal back in my pocket and slid my pen back on my necklace. Once done I took a calming breath and walked over. "Good evening Lysle." I said calmly. He was likely only out because it was now dusk. A less exhausting time. Sunlight doesn't kill vampires but it certainly drains their energy faster than anyone else. Lysle smiled and walked over to me almost immediately. He wrapped me in a warm hug and held me close. "I'm glad you have made it through to the night." I felt my heart begin to race and my cheeks gain a rosy tint. He was so gorgeous. So very kind. His eyes were like melted caramel and his hair a deep auburn. He was built like a soccer player. The warm hug was strong and safe. It was something I rarely felt anymore. "Say something." Sasha hissed. I looked up at him and smiled, "Y-yeah. I got a rare day off from my normal crazy." I could hear the other two ladies whisper before they waved and headed off. Lysle continued to hold me. He nuzzled my short brunette hair and smiled. "I'm sorry you've gone through this. Normally this town is pretty good and safe." "Guess this is what I get for wearing black." I said with a small smile. Lysle stepped back and took my hand in his. "Black is a fantastic color on you. I hardly think it is that so much as someone not liking what you are. Something I can certainly understand." I nodded, trying not to think about the fact of him still holding my hand, "Lysle… do the ladies you speak with know of your vampirism?" He chuckled at that, "Not usually. Some do. Some think I'm just a night owl who prefers to sleep during daylight hours." He gave my hand a light squeeze, "Would you be willing to come by my place for a bit?" I gently pulled my hand away and felt Sasha smack my shoulder. "Don't shut him out." She warned me. Lysle's smile faltered a little but he kept it up, "I had initially planned to go to your apartment and ask you there but you were already outside so I took the opportunity. If it's too strange a request I--" I cut him off with a shake of my head, "I just… won't people get the wrong idea from you holding my hand and then inviting me to your home? It's almost… scandalous… if you think about it." Lysle blinked but then let out a laugh. "Let them think what they want. I don't mind people thinking I'm infatuated with a witch." He winked and held his hand out to me, "So will you join me?" I gulped quietly at his gesture. I could feel my cheeks were certainly now burning. My hand moved almost on its own as I took hold of his extended hand. It wasn't long before we had reached his home. He lived in a two story home. Simple yet somehow still elegant. He was lounging back on one end of the couch now. I'd barely managed to get comfortable sitting on the carpeted floor beside him. I normally wouldn't be so close to him but I wanted to thank him however I could. "You could join me on this couch if you wanted to sit so close. That floor can't be comfortable." He teased me and ran his fingers lightly over my shoulder. "I… well I actually had wanted to thank you… for everything you've done for me." I told him and removed my pentacle from my neck. "I was thinking maybe a bit of my own blood… maybe that would work as a thank you… I don't really have much money so this is all I can offer…" Lysle chuckled and gently turned my face so I would look at him. "Do you know exactly what it is you're offering, young witch?" I gulped quietly. His caramel eyes now were red with desire. I could feel my heart race once more. "With those words… I'm not so sure. I thought I was just offering a simple thank you." Lysle chuckled and pressed his fingers to my lips. "Blood is intimate. It allows me to see inside your very heart and soul. You sure you're okay with that?" I didn't even hesitate. I just nodded in response and prayed this would be enough. I awoke after that.