Soap Opera, Port Charles, Fan Fiction. (Vampire paranormal romance)
She stood just out of reach hidden behind a sea of white. He could see her outline; a perfect hourglass with a silk dress clinging to her delicate form. Dark hair rested just below her shoulders. She turned around and smiled with her deep mahogany eyes glistening. He moved towards her ready to embrace but as he reached for her she disappeared and he was left holding his pillow. John McBain woke up in the same motel he had been residing in since he uprooted himself to Port Charles, New York. He believed he was here on business but he was here for another reason and that reason was in the bed in the room right next to him and now he knew it.
He sat up confused. He was used to having dreams about this mystery woman but he never saw her face until now. It was a face he knew. He met her here in Port Charles, Sam McCall. He thought this was a crush but something in him told him this was more than a crush. He knew her but he didn’t know how, so that is why I am here.
He paced his room for a bit. He didn’t like dreaming about a mystery woman let alone now a face to that woman; a woman that was married and having a baby. But here she was standing there in his dream, like she belonged there and he belonged there with her. No matter how much he logically tried to shake the dream, deep inside of him something felt right about the two of them together and soon thanks to me he will not only know why but he will have his second chance at his family. As for tonight, sleep evaded him and he chose to stay awake the rest of the night. But only one more night and everything will start to fall in place.
He sat down at the bar trying to avoid what was right around the corner. I know he felt her and I know he felt me. He could drink all he wanted, destiny was in the room and it was time.
I sat down next to him.
“Cheap beer, is that really what you desire?”
“You got a better suggestion?”
When he glanced away, I disappeared. It was only a matter of time before he retired for the night and as the darkness and the quiet night closed in, the pieces of the puzzle would fall into perfect place.
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