Not everyone is happy with AG, with what she is or the choices she’s made. There are those believe that she will prove unworthy, that she will choose darkness as others have. Behind her back they whisper and in her dreams there is one who comes to her, luring her towards darkness:
“She knew it was a dream, the signs were all there. The vague weightlessness, the slight cushion that only a dream can possess. AG knew and yet she still didn’t notice how the edges of her reality were growing dark and she couldn’t see past herself and the man she faced.
No, not a man. An angel.
Mordecai stood before here, at the foot of her bed, his wings arching up and back from his broad shoulders. She should have been startled, or at least uncomfortable to wake up with a dark angel standing over her bed like a creeper vampire from some tween novel, but it was a dream so she wasn’t. In the dream she didn’t question why he would be there, didn’t question why she was drawn to him, why her heart wasn’t terrified of the thought of him being her Soulmate, of being eternally bound to a creature that could not die, would not age, and would not ever stop loving her. In the dream she didn’t question, she simply rose from the bed and went to him.
The bare skin of his chest was warm and smooth under her hands and she slid into his embrace, let him pull her close, wrapping her tight with strong arms and deadly wings. She let herself sink into the dream, deeper and deeper as his mouth found hers and he devoured her with a kiss. Safe inside the dream she fell in love, let herself have that moment without considering the ramifications that would come with giving her heart to him.
Their lips parted and she looked up into his eyes, they were dark and different. Different from the warm eyes that always pulled her past the harsh edges of him. She suddenly felt cold even in his arms. She edged back slightly, he didn’t try to stop her, but neither did he let her go.
In the dream everything grew cold and she knew then that it was no longer a dream. She looked around, seeing the shadows that crept closer and she knew with a shiver that her father was near. Her hand tightened on Mordecai’s arm.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“This isn’t a dream.”… – Angel’s Gate by L Becker
