She left the safety of Anathema for a few days. Being quite the traveler, she found it easy to do. She was confident she would be able to defend herself against anything she’d find on the way, despite the scary situation she narrowly escaped from a week ago. Getting there seemed to go quicker than usual. She got to Flanders Fields quicker than she imagined, but it didn’t matter. There was more time left in the day to just lay around and flirt with her ghostly friend. She missed feeling his spirit around her, and she knew that he was probably lonely without her visits. She hoped he wouldn’t be angry with her…
Visiting her friendly headstone, Dracula, had become a rare occasion for her now. She trotted happily toward the cemetery, which was a little weird because others didn’t trot happily to cemeteries, usually. When she arrived at the gate, she slowed and stepped through. Then she found her dead friend by weaving through all the graves. She’d been there often, and knew the area in which he was buried. All other thoughts left her mind for the day. She just wanted to focus on visiting her old, dead friend. Well, she liked to think of him as her friend, whether he had a say in it or not.
Axelle plopped down in front of the headstone, lying on her stomach. She was in Secui form, which made this position a lot easier than in the other forms. ”Hello, my love.” She had a secret, morbid affection for him. She stared intently at his gravestone, and felt the friendly energies around her. Her paranormal gifts were getting stronger, which was good and bad. Good because now she knew the emotions of her ghostly friend, and bad because there was another that used to haunt her. Stronger powers meant she would be seeing more of the big, scary black wolf that tried to kill her every now and then. She hadn’t seen him, though, and all the other times she thought it was her father. She had a notion that poked her in the back of her mind that her father was alive, but there was no way to prove it as of yet. She quietly wondered if the black wolf was just a figment of her imagination… Maybe it was like her father’s alternate personality – it just came. Maybe instead of hearing voices, she would see them instead.
Lying there before her friend was calming most of the time. Luckily, the murderous black wolf never haunted her in this cemetery, but she always saw him in all the other cemeteries she visited. Maybe Dracula protected her in that sense, and she was grateful. She laid there, facing the grave with her head on her paws. Exhaustion was slowly creeping up to her, but she wouldn’t let it defeat her.
Eventually, it did. She drifted off into dreamland quickly, and not before long she saw a beautiful white wolf before her. It definitely was a male because he had a strong, masculine body and handsome, manly features. He had black spots around his eyes and black toes. She found herself staring at the stranger before her. ”Who are you?” her weak voice asked. The other just looked at her and smiled, ”You are sleeping on top of me. You should know.” Axelle was confused at first, but then realized this was the Dracula she had been visiting. Is this why she got affectionate signals from the corpse? Because he was a handsome, flirty individual when he was alive? She blinked hard, but she wouldn’t wake up. It must’ve been real. Her sleeping body twitched and whimpered, but she seemed to be in no real distress other than confusion and anxiety.
All thoughts of Kai were at the back of her mind as she concentrated on her dream. The memories of this visit took her back to when she had first arrived in Souls. She was nothing, nobody. She was just a weak girl that kept running into trouble. The thoughts brought her back to the time when she was beaten by Harlowe and then by Kemo, where he raped and impregnated her too. The beautiful white wolf before her took all of the bad memories away, as well as her current ones too. He emptied her mind and made her focus only on him. Axelle’s eyes looked up at the brute, ”You’re not mad at me, are you?” The white wolf looked down at her, for he was much taller than she was. ”Of course not, my love.” He didn’t even ask why she would think he would be, and she thought that a little weird. Then again whatever what was going on at the moment was supposed to be a dream. The white wolf came over to her, and on to her as well. He pushed his massive body against hers… She could almost feel it on her body as well, and she could feel her instant arousal… But for some reason it felt wrong…
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