Dream Journal

There was a monster queen woman that I had to trick and woo, so that my team could set the kill trap. She had menacing teeth and hair was dark as night. I had to distract her by pleasing her, but she knew she was gonna kill me. She let me entertain her, knowing her all-powerful magic would get the way in the end.

I leaned into the dark witch's driver seat window, a smile toying both our lips. I had to let her think she had the upper hand, be a pitiful, desperate girl with the power to impress and make her laugh. My men would try to lay the trap, using tech and speed to outsmart her. I was the only one that could do it. To save the world. We finally had the ingredient, the antidote that would make her follow my spell of influence. All I had to do was get her to put on this dress. She played along, chest rising with a start, as the fabric enmeshed on her, embracing every curve of her figure. It was laced with an acid component, befalling her to the seduction of a trip that would make her have fun with me. The tech team was almost ready. The two of us walked down the promenade, arm in arm, the elixir working beautifully, the aroma floating around her. We stopped at a vast, white, modern museum, my new date craning her neck up at the walls as a gasp escaped her lips. I smirked at her, her eyes filled with marvel, as I recognized the opportunity.

I looked back and saw the lead following me; my safety was secure in case anything happened. As we walked into the white dome entrance, I took the chance to pretend I didn't have entry money. This was the stop for intel. The queen, ever so conveniently independent, barely looked my way, as I promised to wait for her in the lobby, and she walked with wonder through the turnstile. Her adventure was high as she disappeared through the pearly entryway, in love with the magic of the gallery.

My guy approached as I strategically picked our nondescript meeting spot--a pair of benches back-to-back. No one would know we were meeting.

"Is it ready, yet? What's the next play?" I asked.

"We've run into some complications," he said.

"What?!" I whisper-yelled through my teeth. "What. Do you mean?" I uttered.

"The serum isn't ready, yet."

"We were supposed to have it before I drugged her," I fumed under my breath.

"We need to stall her. Keep her happy until we can pounce."

Just then I saw her exiting across the hall. I stood up and walked towards her, my eyes on her sandy hair and immaculate face. I had a peculiar protectiveness souring my mood. I wasn't a babysitter. I wouldn't let her get away. Announcing my presence, I huffed a greeting. We made eye contact, my stubbornness confronted with her piercing, almost bored gaze.

"Let's go," I growled, peeling my eyes away from her and placing my hand on her elbow. Before I could take a step, she lead us to the right, my fingers around her elbow. Hyper-aware of her soft skin and equally cautious of her intoxicating aura, I rolled my eyes as we pulled up to the gift counter. I released my hold as if her touch alone would poison me.

Enthralled with the skulls, guns, and crystals, as if she was choosing her next meal, she splayed her hand on the glass counter. I pressed in close, wedging myself between the girl and the throng of excited tourists behind us. She was wearing a white T and jean cutoffs, her hair smelling like honeysuckle. My body relaxed a degree. From this proximity, I felt oddly at ease despite the paranoia from the crowd. I shook the smell away. I was on a mission. And I was the only one who could make the kill. She showed me a glob of gold, a melted, ugly medallion. She was in love with it, fawning, her stunning features displaying an evil sparkle in her eye.

We were in a hotel room. It was morning when I left her, locked in the room. We had spent the night in a queen bed, her nuzzled up next to me. The night before, she had chatted away, flipping her hair back and forth, lying on her stomach with her feet kicked up behind her, hands playing with the sheet. My eyes were on her nearly the whole time, stoic, occasionally checking the window, waiting for the signal. Now, I was arguing with the front desk clerk about where my guy was.

"Another night?? How long do you expect this to last?" I spoke with my hands. I pictured her smirking, mischievous, seeing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in her dreamy state, adorably unaware of the ruse around her.

I was impatient, frustrated at the pace of this operation and at the feelings mixed into me at the time spent with her. I needed to get a handle on this.

I marched to the window, flinging it open to crane my neck at my guys scaling the building, talking into their earpieces and shrugging their shoulders at me. I flew an arm right back, grunting at their utter uselessness. How could this have happened?

I closed the window and straightened myself just as she walked up to me, her morning hair disheveled yet soft. I shoved the feelings away, not hiding my disappointment. I had to play along, act like something was wrong to match her inquisitive stance, hands on her hips. "I'm sorry, babe. We'll get this sorted," I said. Our hands were clasped between us.

We went to class, an alcove swimming pool, and I took the chance to get space from her as the assignment had us in pairs. She wanted to be my partner, but I walked away, hand raking through my hair.

I huffed out a breath and paced the side of the pool. When would this spell wear off? I thought to myself. I could practically see the hypnosis in her aura. The way she looked at me...

I thought back to the first night at her car, the sorceress that I hated.

I had to act fast, run away with the girl that I loved.

They were going to kill her. And I was the only one that could protect her.