Chapter Four: Opposition

I bid Jack a goodnight, leaving out to go home for the night. The strange events occurring tonight put me on edge, constantly in a star of paranoia.

I had no idea who would show up next but was going to run if I had to. I had enough 'fun' for one night.

***

I had finally managed to make it home even though I practically fell asleep at a red light. I walked upstairs after locking my door, sauntering tiredly into my room, flopping onto the bed. I didn't even bother to strip my clothes off; I face-planted into the sheets and waited for sleep to claim me, which was taking longer than usual.

"It's the wrong night to get insomnia," I groaned, turning over, staring up at my ceiling, thinking back on the events of the night.

I looked at my duffle bag on the floor, remembering all the money I had in there. I had then decided to get up and count everything, even if it took me until five I the morning to do so.

Forget the money... What do they want?

It was an internal mental question that I

I couldn't figure it out. It made no sense to me that anyone would want anything to do with me in the first place, but I also had remembered the even weirder events that have happened in my life before this one.

From the silver tongue old man with more money than I want to know to a bar-brawler horny Ginger superman that didn't know how to keep his hands to himself, I feared the worst for tomorrow. One of the others would find me again sometime soon, and I feared another ass-kicking fight was in order.

I felt it was predestined to happen, even if I didn't want it to; at this moment, I was losing control of things I oversaw about my life. At the moment, I took the time to ground myself and meditate, getting up even when I didn't want to and grabbed my sage and salt.

Before, I would have said that using herbs for protection and having crystals laid around different parts of my house was a bunch of mumbo jumbo, but in its way, it began to work. I found a connection in the natural crystals and dried herbs that I didn't see in anything else, and in my own way, I didn't just start protecting myself physically but spiritually in a sense.

I've had a connection to the earth for as long as I could remember. As a child, I would go out into the woods alone when I was scared and sit in silence as the animals spoke all around me. I enjoyed being in the water, in the middle of storms whenever they arrived. Being as different as I was, brought enemies.

First, it was my family; then it was the outsiders looking in, and then it was the world that was against for some time. I never understood why the bad things happened the way they did, but I blamed my parents because of it.

The karma of your parents becomes your burden, curses that you have to break, and I feel in a way I have.

I heaved a sigh, wiping my eyes when I realized that I was crying. I hadn't shed a tear since my parents passed, and I wasn't going to start again now.

Without even bothering to count my money, I climbed in bed, exhaustion taking my mind to a dark silent place.

***

Screaming could be heard from all corners of my head; I saw a battlefield with burly men and their handcrafted spears of gold and a man with a crown standing in the middle of it all.

He looked just like the bar-brawler I met and wondered if he was an ancestor I was seeing...

the dream shifted again into another battlefield, though the sun rose overhead and was beaming bright down the corpses, both old and new.

There he was again, looking identical to the man I pumled at the bar. His red hair was longer in an intricate braid down his back. He was barechested with a kilt. Blue paint across his shoulders and chest in the form of claw marks. I knew right away he was a king

he looked directly at me while holding a head that looked just like silver tongue, bellowing in an impressive triumphant warcry.

The dream shifted again, and I saw myself in a field with fog glowing red, tombs and graves everywhere you could see.

I didn't understand why I was there until my out-of-body experience turned into a first-person point of view, and in my line of sight was Bar-brawler.

He was flushed, sweat beading down his forehead and neck, bare of anything clothing. His arms gleamed under the red tented fog, suddenly being impaled in a place that I never let anyone touch or even touched for my pleasure.

I could feel his large hand at my waist and the other tightly gripping me as he held me up. I was then impaled again, and my eyes rolled back and closed; his crazed breathing was all I could hear.

In the oddest way possible, I ended up in his arms, though I couldn't stop him because it was a dream; I tried stopping myself and found that my body was in a frenzy because of him.

"Say my name, lassie." He hoisted me up some more, my hands gripping the back of his neck as I rode him with ease. I threw my head back as I came willingly for the first time in my life. "Lugh!"

I woke up with my scream echoing around every smooth and empty surface in my room, the name still ringing clearly in my ears. My bed was soaked through the comforter with my sweat, and my curly red hair stuck to my face. It felt like I had water dumped on me

I gasped loudly, trying to move my hair from my face and neck, but it stuck uncomfortably to my skin again.

Quickly jumping out of bed, I rand to my bathroom, stripping along the way, running to jump into the shower.

I was aroused for the first time in a long time, and I was not too fond of it; I had no control over my body and had everything to do with bar-brawler. I let the steaming hot water cover me in silence, still hearing what I thought was his name from my mouth. The fact that I let him take me to orgasm was also baffling, even if it was in a dream.

I sighed, staring down at my feet, placing my shaking hand right over where my heart is still feeling it pound away.

His war-cry rang in my head as well, which in turn brought me to my knees with a gasp.

He was the one I had to watch out for.