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It was him, wasn't it?!
She frowned, glancing down at her hands, watching one twist and curl with the other. She shouldn't have been surprised; she'd drawn it after all. Her drawings always came true, and this dark, sexy man in particular, had shown up in many of her sketches and watercolors. He was in her dreams, in her fantasies, which were so intense that she'd wake up dripping with sweat. She wanted him, but she was afraid of him.
He wasn't normal.
She tried not to stare at him, but he was seductive, breathtaking even. If he were to look at her just once, she'd faint. How girly, of course, but it was what it was. .To think she had thrown a fit coming here. She wasn't fond of the opera, but apparently, this was the one thing that her mother insisted on everyone going to.
"How many people will be able to say that they saw an opera in Italy?" her mother asked excitedly. "You'll thank me when you're older," she added, sitting in front of her vanity, applying more of her rouge lipstick.
Until just a few minutes ago, Kaitlyn had been cursing her, but then she'd seen him. For months she had thought she'd been going crazy. Lusting after a man in her drawings, whom had later shown up in her dreams.could you imagine trying to explain to your friends that you were hot for a guy in a drawing?
"Darling, have you ever thought about being a transfer student? That old community college you go to doesn't deserve you genius ness," her mother whispered to her out of the corner of her mouth.
She didn't want to take her eyes from the dark haired man. He was like sex on a stick. Everything about him made her tingle. His strong athletic build, the gentle curve of his lips, the way his gorgeous eyes seemed to slant down.
Kind of like a cat, at least, from over here, anyhow, Kaitlyn thought
".And a school in Italy does?"
"But of course! Plus I'd get to visit you during the holidays!"
No! Get out of the way! Katilyn thought, clenching her teeth as a busty, blonde haired, very tall, woman blocked her way.
Kaitlyn gave a fake chuckle, standing on her tiptoes to see over the giant of a woman. "So, which school 'deserves' me?"
"All of them, however, it's more your decision on where you want to go. What are you looking at?"
Kaitlyn shook her head and smiled, turning her eyes towards her. Her mother was a treat, never a dull moment with the woman, and normally Kaitlyn loved to listen to her, but tonight... "Nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew!"
People would actually be surprised that she and her mother were just that, mother and daughter, most people thought them to be twins. Both had fair, unflawed skin, wheat blonde, shoulder length hair, and petite builds. Their eyes, however, were completely different, mothers' were blue, Kaitlyn's were a mixture of gray and blue, and something.that made her eyes look eerie.
Her mother gave her a wary glance, and then nodded. "I was looking at Firenze Arti Visive Art School."
Kaitlyn looked at her sharply. "What, you're serious?"
She watched her mother sigh. "Kait, I'm getting older, I'm getting.tired-I-I could see myself retire here. There's no way I could leave my baby girl, and can you imagine, art school, in Italy."
"So that, 'you could come visit me' was saying you want to move here?" Kaitlyn asked cautiously.
"Well, I wouldn't move for a couple more years, but yes, eventually."
She didn't know what to say. Kaitlyn was already comfortable in her dorm room. It would be tough moving everything. "It's so hot though," Kaitlyn said.
"Well that's good actually. You know how the cold hurts my bones."
Kaitlyn scratched her wrist, where a golden bracelet rested, ferociously. "Mom, you're making it sound like you're one-hundred years old," she scoffed, irritated.
Putting her hands on her hips, she stared at Kaitlyn. "Well, I am half way there."
"Well, I think you're perfect!"
Her mother smiled gently and reached over to run her fingers through Kaitlyn's hair. "Thank you, my love. When is this going to start?"
"I've no idea. What's it called again?"
"L'Orfeo! It's about a man, whose true love dies, and he goes all the way to the underworld to save her," her mother sighed. "It's so romantic."
Kaitlyn frowned. "Orfeo? Isn't that one where Pluto tells him he can have his wife back, if he doesn't turn around, while walking back. Then he ends up turning around and his wife disappears forever? Ouch!"
The light smack on her arm came once more. "Why did you have to ruin it?" her mother said, clucking her tongue.
"But you already knew what was going to happen!"
"That's beside the point.look, we're going in!"
Kaitlyn frowned, how could she have forgotten about the mysterious stranger? She lifted her eyes to see if she could find the gorgeous man of her dreams and drawings. With no luck, she turned, and followed the rest of the crowd.
"Mom, I'm going to run to the restroom," Kaitlyn whispered.
"But you're going to miss it."
Kaitlyn grinned. "I'm sure I'll survive."
Her mother harrumphed and folded her arms across her chest.
Smiling, Kaitlyn walked out of the dark theatre, and inhaled.
"There you are," came a deep voice. "I've been looking for you," he spoke softly, surprisingly close to her ear. "Follow me," he whispered
I needed to go with him. The thought was so forceful she could have sworn it wasn't her own.
Follow me.
She heard his voice again, but his lips didn't move. Did they?
Follow me, Kaitlyn!
"Okay," she breathed.
So, she followed him, with butterflies in her stomach, and clammy palms. He paused in front of the doorway, reaching his hand out towards her. Slowly she took it, allowing him to guide her through the doors.
They swung open, causing a gust of wind to ruffle her curled, loose hair. "Do I know you?" she asked.
He turned his intense, almost obsidian eyes towards her, his black hair ruffled in the light breeze. "Of course you know me."
Kaitlyn felt strange, like she was in a trance, like she was sleeping, but aware of what was happening. "Course, course."
He pulled her away from the front doors and backed her up against the side of the building. She shivered as he breathed something into her ear.
Kaitlyn shivered, giving a kittenish grunt as she felt him press into her. "Y-you're starving?" Had she heard right?
"Famished."
She gasped in surprise as she felt his tongue slide up the column of her neck. "What are you-"
"Shh."
Her eyes widened and a small squeal escaped as she felt two piercing stings enter her neck. She tried to form words, to speak them, but only strangled gasps came out. Her knees collapsed and she felt him grunt, swiftly holding her to him.
Then suddenly it stopped. He pulled away and she could see confusion flickering in his eyes. He let his hand fall against her face, pushed it through her hair, and clutched the back of her head bringing her forehead to his.
"What are you-"
"You're the woman of my dreams," he whispered, his eyes never leaving contact.
"You mean in. The woman in my dreams?" she asked hesitantly.
"OF my dreams."
Kaitlyn shifted her eyes down, bit her lip, and sighed. "Well I guess that works out perfectly then."
He cocked his head to the side, forcing hers to do the same since their foreheads still touched. "How so?"
"Because, you're the man of my dreams."
He smirked. "I'm Gabriel."
"Kaitlyn."
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