Chapter two

“Ollie” Irvine’s voice pulled me to the present, the disturbing past no MY disturbing past had began to haunt me.
“What?” I thought I sounded a bit abrupt but it didn’t seem to affect Irvine
“Your going to need a ride tonight, shall I pick you up??” he asked
I then remembered we hadn’t taken my car, “Oh sure, Thanks” then I realised we had parked outside my house I quickly go out and waved my goodbye to him before he had a chance to open his door.

Once inside the warm, familiar home I had with Amelia I felt relaxed if not a little tired knowing that if I slept I would only dream of my parents this time, not the beautiful distant meadow that I shared with my warrior. I paced, knowing that I would be infinitely better if I was to see him, I sighed, the thought of seeing him had won I made my way upstairs.



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                                                               Azael

He was in his small rat infested room when he felt her, he could almost smell the scent of her skin, and he lay back closed his eyes and let her soul call him into her dreams.

When his eyes opened he was in a meadow, the meadow she loved filled with sunflowers nearly as tall as she was and there she stood, her heavy waist length black curls barely moved in the light breeze, she leant and smelt a sunflower that was next to her then she looked round, looking him. He smiled and walked towards her.

“Olive?” he felt there was something wrong before she even looked at him
She looked up from the flower and her exquisite eyes danced with love and she smiled before throwing her arms around his waist burying her face deep into his chest like she was trying to actually see his heart.
“What is wrong?!” he asked pulling her away from him so he could see her
“I was afraid I wouldn’t see you” her face reddened
“Don’t be silly Olive I felt you call me I will always come when you call me, what would make you think such a thing anyway?” he sat down and pulled her down onto his lap
“I was just thinking of my past, you know of my parents and I thought that I would dream of them instead of you” she was looking out at the meadow.

Azael stroked her hair and said soothing words to her as to keep the tears from falling but they did anyway, she turned to face him on her knees.

“Am I evil?” she asked squinting through the tears
He wanted to laugh Olivia was the furthest thing from evil he could think of.
“No, you are not evil.” He leant forward and kissed her soft full lips she kissed him back but quickly pulled away
“Why are you here?” she asked
“You called to me.” He answered simply
“You mean I dreamt you” her eyes piercing his resolve
“Yes, that is what I mean” he blinked away from her gaze

When he first started entering her dreams she allowed her to believe that he was not real just something to comfort her believing that it was the best thing for her not to know him not to have her life affected by him, yet again although whenever she woke and sent him away his body longed for her, arms aching to hold her, lips to hold her lips in an unbreakable hold.

Olivia stood up, and he followed he took her hand and pulled her toward the big old tree.
“What?” she smiled when they stopped at the tree
Azael grinned mischievously at her, “Let’s climb”
Olive looked down at her white linen summer dress that stopped just above her knees.
“I’m not really in the climbing tree clothing” she raised a sarcastic eyebrow
He laughed lightly “Olive do you know nothing of dreaming?”

She shook her head, he took her hand again and told her to close her eyes and think of the clothing she’d wear for climbing trees, when she opened them and looked down at herself, surprise crossed her face she had changed into a pair of jeans and a loose fitted t-shirt.
“I must admit Olive I do prefer you in jeans” he said admiringly as she started to climb
“Hey, this was your idea, get climbing” she frowned playfully at him

He did as she asked and began climbing after her, when they finally get to the top Olive’s black curls swirled in the wind up there as did Azael’s long black hair.

“I wish I didn’t have to go back, I’d much rather stay here with you!” Olive muttered just loud enough for Azael
“You can’t truly want that Olive.” He suddenly felt guilty about ever entering her dreams
With a sigh “No I wish that you were real so you could be with me.”
“You want that?”
“Of course I do!” Olive reached up and kissed him with the full force of her love for him and he felt that ripple through his body and linger in his system.
He sat straight up, still feeling the warmth of Olive in his body jumping up from the bed and running straight out of the door.

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                                                                    Olivia

After my dream of Azael I felt much more relaxed and went about getting ready for the studio opening, I pulled my curls up into a bundled bun on my head letting a few loose curls stray around my face, and started on my make up only putting a light layer of foundation on, a bit of eye liner, and put as much mascara I could get away with on as well as a deep red lip colour, I was all of a sudden feeling slightly nervous and excited I texted Irvine that I would leave the door open so that I had a little extra time to get into my dress.

At half seven Irvine shouted up the stairs that he was here before I’m guessing heading for the kitchen.
I stepped into my floor length, figure hugging, backless black dress, pulling it up and fixing the straps making sure it clung to the right places I bit my perfectly painted lips as I was unsure is I was looking ok but before I could change my mind and change my outfit I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, Irvine came down the hall as I was stepping into my heels.
“Wow! Ollie you look…” he sighed sounding a little sad which made me look up.
“Wow yourself! You look great!” I touched his hair now flat and straight
"Well you know if I run into any sophisticated women I want to look the part don’t I!” he smiled as his eyes continued to asses me
“Lets go!” I rolled my eyes and headed out.

The studio was almost full by the time I got there my friend Lianne was already there and waved us over when Irvine and I arrived.
“Wow, Girl you be looking hott!” Lianne waved herself down
Lianne was of Jamaican decent and she was gorgeous she had long black-brown braids that she had put into a big thick plait her skin seemed to shimmer under the white dress she had picked her light brown eyes was so full of life that it made you happy to see, she was 5’6 a small size 8 but curved in all the right places I felt my confidence chip away.

Irvine disappeared to get us some drinks and let us talk; Lianne cocked an eyebrow at me.
“So you came with Irvine”
“No! He gave me a ride” I rolled my eyes
“Uh-huh I bet he did”
“Lianne stop it,” I laughed and looked round for Amelia, I frowned when I couldn’t see her, then Lianne elbowed me roughly in the ribs “Ouch, What?!” I turned back to her
“Who is that??!!!” She asked me in a hushed voice, I mentally rolled my eyes as the lust filled Lianne’s eyes and silently felt sorry for the guy who would be trying to peel her off him all night, I finally followed her gaze and I felt my heart stop and I took a staggered step forward and felt Lianne’s hand grab my arm “Nuh-huh he is mine” and I watched as Lianne sway her hips all the way over to him, I had to look away I couldn’t watch as my warrior flirt with my best friend.
Then it hit me, it was MY warrior My Azael, how was it even possible that he was here I turned round there he was looking directly at me smiling ignoring Lianne completely I stepped back catching my heel in the back of my dress tripping me up I closed my eyes preparing to get to hit the floor…

I didn’t, I felt the heat of  his arms around me pulling me close to him, I inhaled his smell believing that I would wake up an he would be gone, his hand went to the back of my neck an I looked up at him instantly he crushed his lips against mine and I crushed mine back feeling the hardness of my lips against his I knew he was there an this wasn’t a dream an I let myself and my love melt into him and I felt the intensitly of our love together and it was not longer held by dreams it was real and I let it wash over me, I pulled away stoked his cheeks, they were wet with the escaped tears.
“Azael!” I whispered as his lips found mine again.