Glancing in the woods, she saw a shadow leaning against a tree, staring right at her, waiting for her to make the next move. The figure was out of her range so she only saw the shape of the man that spoke to her. A flashback overtook her.
In her past, she was a child standing by a figure peeking out from behind a tree. A man with blonde hair and pale skin had smiled at her. He was some kind of angel. This memory wasn't from this lifetime. There were others that she couldn't quite grasp. Ones in which she had feelings for him. Suddenly her thoughts pushed her backward.
His breath was hot on her ear. His tongue traced the line of her neck. Amara held in a moan as the sensations of his hands moved up her calf, under her skirt, searching out her moist depths. She was helpless against him as he had total control over her, but she let him and surrendered to his manipulations.
From the memory, her nipples hardened and she began to breathe faster. It was as if he was next to her, doing what she was remembering. The night air was cool on her exposed flesh, but she was burning up from needing him. It had been so long since they had been together. Eons it seemed. Amara clenched her fists against the memory as her heart sped up and she tried not to be caught up in it. But it was impossible.
She felt the hardness of his length against her backside. His free hand cupped her breast, fingering her nipples.
Amara closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue to keep herself in the present. She had to stay focused. Through all of this, she knew he was the one that her soul had locked onto. He'd called her Jacquelyn, like in her dreams. She fought to sort through the mental block and the memories that she had of this man. Damn it! She had just read about him in her journals, but her mind was still overwhelmed from the squelched passion that had built in her just from the vague recollection. Finally, as she dug deep through the emotions he elicited in her, a name appeared in the haze.
Andrew.
Very good. I'm surprised you put it all together so quickly. For some the awakening process takes years, as their true identities are hidden underneath lifetimes of humanity. But you've known what you were since the day you were born.
"What are you talking about?" she whispered.
The volume of the cemetery's residents was growing louder. They were shouting something. Amara diverted her attention back to the graveyard but saw nothing unearthly, so she started toward the figure that held her transfixed. As she moved down the hill, the stranger's thoughts were merging with hers, just as she had done with Trevor. But this was different. He had access to her memories and she wasn't used to that. As she tried to push him out of her mind, the atmosphere in the graveyard changed, breaking her concentration. The spirits rose quickly, vying for her attention. They pushed the man out of her mind momentarily and made her aware that the phantoms were screaming.
What are they saying?
She looked toward him as she scanned the burial ground. Hairs rose on the back of her neck. The place had changed. It had become creepier in a way she couldn't explain. It was like the expectation that someone would jump out and get her, or fear that the serial killer was coming after her in a horror movie. It didn't feel safe. She glanced at Jesus and he was still staring. Cars whizzed by on the nearby road. The night was becoming dangerous, but Amara couldn't see the threat. The stranger still shared her mind, but wasn't making it a point to intrude, rather he was just listening to her every move. She was surprised that he couldn't understand the spirits through her.
I never had the gift of talking to the dead. You were always more powerful. Maybe that was one reason I was jealous all the time, because I knew that, in the end, I would lose you once you realized how truly gifted you were. In the end, my worst fears came true. Honestly, I never thought I would see your beautiful face again. But here we are.
"Whoever you are, get the fuck out of my head! I don't know what the hell you want with me. Why are you following me? How do I know you? What the hell are you talking about?"
Listen. Don't you hear that?
"Hear what?"
Leave now. I don't t know what the ghosts are saying, but you have to get out. Run!
"Like I'm going to listen to you. You won't even come out from the woods. The ghosts might be telling me to be careful of you. How do I know you're not some pervert who thinks because you're telepathic you can just fuck with my mind. Piss off!"
Amara turned her back on the figure, irritated that he had the audacity to tell her what to do. She always hated that. She didn't need anyone dictating her life.
Forgive me for showing up this way. I never intended to come to you like this. I had hoped I'd meet you on a more intimate basis and we could get reacquainted. Now is not the time for you to be condemning me or reminiscing. You have to listen. Whether you believe me or not, you must leave, quickly. Run!
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