Private Finished Sweet Dreams... Yeah Right!

Jake leapt onto his bed, his face buried into the pillow, the setting sun pouring brilliant reds into his room. He had not slept in three days and now he could not put up the fight any longer. Adrenaline was his main way of keeping himself awake, doing activities like running and cliff diving, the occasional cup of coffee here and there; not too much, though. He was hyper enough as it is.

Rolling over onto his back, he stared at the ceiling of his new room. It was quite different to his dorm room: a lot of wood, a single wardrobe and one or two stuffed animals dotted around. His dorm was fairly modern and this resembled more of a hunter's cabin. He wasn't complaining, though. It had a cozy feel to the place and was a lot nicer than other places he had lived in over the years. The animals sort of creeped him out, so he covered them with a t-shirt or cloth to hide those beady little eyes.

His eyes started to drift shut as the world around him was enveloped in darkness. The darkness started warp into a scene of warm day with barely a cloud in the sky, the sun beaming down. High in the air, the silhouette of a man hovered infront of the sun. The light blaring down made it hard to recognise who the person was. What he could make out was that the person was wearing white clothes with no shoes and something behind him glimmered in the light. Mirrors? No, wings. Wings made of metal feathers. The scene was amazing, breathtaking even, but after what seemed like less than a minute, the dream faded.

The colours faded and merged into a new scene. This one was dull and grey, a cold feeling to it. The ground was a rough concrete that seemed to resemble a stone sea with uneaven waves. It was hard to determine whether it was outdoors or not, the place had hardly any light at all. What could be made out was horrifying. This was no longer a pleasant dream, but a nightmare. Lay there on the floor, hands bound, was his friend Liz but she was not the cheerful and smug person she usually was. She did not look as neat as she usually kept her appearance. Her emerald eyes filled with terror and dread as she lay on her back. And there was something else. Something that made the unconscious Jake feel his heart stop, his lungs tighten and his eyes start to fill with tears. Her breath was shallow. Pain writhing in her expression. Her clothes were stained crimson, a pool resting underneath her as blood oozed out of a wound in her stomach. Liz, one of Jake's closest friends, was lying there. Hurt. Dying. Alone. Or so it seemed.

Waking suddenly, Jake lunged his body forward until he was upright. His breath fast and shallow, body shaking and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and back. His heart jackhammered against his chest like it was trying to escape the cage it was confined in. The usual turquoise colour of his eyes was now a rich gold and his canines elongated and sharp. The transformation started when his his heart rate rose - something he had little control of. The details of what he just saw became more hazy the longer he was awake but the image of his friend on death's doors would haunt him until his final day. Realising it was just a dream and that he was still in his room, he started to calm himself down, his hand rubbing his face and trailing through his hair. To anyone else, what he saw being a dream would be the end of it, but not for him. Whatever he dreampt came true, no matter how hard he tried to prevent it. There was no escaping the future.

@Saber

Jake rose from his bed, the sun now rising. What seemed like minutes of dream must have been hours in reality. Steadying his breathing and pulse, his canines retracted and iris' returned to a cool turquoise in the blink of an eye. He slipped off the sweat sodden clothes and threw on the nearest clean ones near him. Telling Liz would only make her worry, which wouldn't help anyone. Telling no one would knowingly be sending Liz to her grave. Jake often wondered if that was what he was meant to do, leave nature to take the course that is intended and allow the dreams to prepare him for what was inevitably drawing closer. He had tried many times to change what he had seen in his dreams but all attempts were unsuccessful. The dream came true, one way or another. That wouldn't stop him from trying, guarding his friend and not letting her out of his sight. That would seem suspicious if he didn't tell her boyfriend, Soren. Maybe telling him would allow someone he trusted to protect Liz without drawing attention and making her be suspicious that something was being hidden from her. Then again, the police would probably be the best course of action.

He decided. He would warn Soren about his dream and inform the police afterwards. Leaving the mansion, he sniffed the air, searching for Soren's scent. His senses were good but he doubted he would catch a whiff of him from all the ways in the woods. His best guess was that Soren would probably be at the school. Without hesitation, he sped off in the academy's direction, sprinting at top speed.

Arriving at the school, Jake had caught his friend's scent. He meandered through the crowds of students and down the seemingly endless hallways until he caught sight of the nephilim. Slightly out of breath, he grabbed his arm saying, "I need to talk to you," pulling him into an empty classroom.

Jake froze as he stared at Soren. How could he tell him? The boy would either not believe him or become worried."I saw something," he started as he rested his eyes to the side of Soren, avoiding contact. Flashes of the scene repeated over and over in his mind, Liz's expression, the cold dark room, the blood. Oh god, the blood. Liz didn't have any regenerative abilities; that amount of blood loss....

He tried not to think about it too much. There had to be a way. Soren would protect her, of this he was almost certain. Maybe the visions always came true because he never had any help. Maybe with Soren working with him, it could all be prevented. Usually, Jake would be laughing and joking along but in that moment, he just stared at Soren, a dismal expression across his face. "Look, there's no easy way to say this." He didn't know whether he had much time but the words seemed to be lodged in his throat, like he knew no one was supposed to know of the event. Like it was against the will of nature.

Jake couldn't even bring himself to smile at Soren's jokes. His friend seemed to be in a good mood that morning and Jake couldn't help but imagine that happiness drain from his face. The words circled his head as he tried to figure out a way he could tell Soren but each idea had the same outcome. There was no choice; he just had to tell him. Everything. For Liz's sake.

"I- I had a dream last night," his voice failed him for a moment as he looked across at his friend, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "...and my dreams have always come true." That was it, he couldn't maintain eye contact any longer, turning his head to the side. "It was about Liz."

Through sobs and sniffles, Jake retold the events in his dream; every last detail, in an attempt to give Soren all of the information that could help prevent it from ever happening. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do." The water couldn't be held back anymore as streams ran down his cheeks. "I thought... maybe... maybe you could stop it or..... I need to tell the police. They can help her." He paced up and down the room as he tried to come up with a solution. "We need to make sure we do whatever it takes to keep her safe."