17 - Mark of Aurora (Part 2)

Damien never realised when his body slipped into a slumber. Even as a vampire, there was only so much exhaustion his body could hold on. One minute he was talking to Nate and the next, he was dreaming. He had kept himself awake the previous night just to make sure the witch wouldn't attempt to flee. She hadn't. But she had done something worse.

Damien dreamt of two people chasing each other in a chrysanthemum field. A boy chasing a girl. Their faces were unclear but he knew who they were. He knew he was dreaming, but it seemed too real to be just a figment of his imagination. His ears caught the merry sound of her laughter, causing his lips to widen into a smile. He was floating lightly, surrounded by the cool breeze blowing about.

He didn't know how long it lasted— hours, years or only a minute but the scene vanished when Nate woke him up. His eyes didn't open until his ears comprehended the panic in Nate's voice.

"Look, what he's saying!" Nate said, fright evident in his big blue eye