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A terrifying smile danced across the dark man’s face as he raised the bloody sword and extended a hand towards me.
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I woke up and took a minute to realize where I was.
You’re fine. You’re at Gabriel’s place and there is no blood on you. It was just a bad dream. Again.
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I made my way out of my bed and into the kitchen. Having one drink usually calmed me down.
Fucking hell that sucked.
It had been a while since I’d had a nightmare as graphic as that one. Over the years I’ve noticed they tended to get worse as I got older but it was always the same, a dark void filled with endless screams of mercy. The blood and the voice of the dark figure however were new additions. Usually, the dark figure just stood in the background. Never moving, never speaking but always watching.
Normally I’d rather have any type of alcohol but that tended to make the nightmares come back so I settled on water. I chugged the glass of water in ten seconds flat and made my way to the sink but out of the corner of my eye, I could’ve sworn I saw something move on the balcony.
Just take a deep breath. It’s just nerves from the nightmare.
“I have to be going crazy,” I said to myself as I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and headed back to my room. I placed the water bottle on the nightstand and made my way to my desk and winded up the little music box. Music usually helped me fall asleep. Especially after a nightmare. Well to be fair any sound would help, sometimes I would have the television on all night if I couldn’t find my music box. I just needed some kind of sound to distract myself.
The soft sound of music filled my room and I already felt more relaxed as I made my way back to my bed and pulled the covers up and let the gentle sounds lull me to sleep.
Everything is going to be okay.
Lucifer’s words had become the new mantra that I would say to myself over and over again. They were just words but saying them every day was like having a piece of him with me. A piece that I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready to let go.
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Chapter 19
Catalina’s POV
Training with Micheal was exactly how I imagined training with an arrogant asshole to be like. We had been training for over two hours and it was obvious he wasn’t lying when he said he was better. Micheal was a lot more advanced than I was and he just loved to rub it in my face especially since after two hours I still hadn’t managed to go on the offense.
“You’re getting angry and it’s making your technique sloppy.”
I’m getting angry because you keep laughing at me you dick!
“AGAIN!” Micheal yelled as I struck left aiming my fist for the side of his ribs but he caught my hand and twisted, the pain distracting me as Micheal kicked me in the knee as I went down.
“This is bullshit!” I yelled back at him. Micheal stood over me, placing his foot on my chest as he leaned down and whispered,
“Let us get a few things straight. Your emotions will not work on me. Emotions make you weak and when you’re weak on the battlefield you die. So pick would you rather die or would you rather suck it up and live?”
