Nightwalk VI

“It was a dream, just a dream,” Sarah said holding her chest, breathing deeply.

He moved the hair from her face, brushing it off her shoulder and stared into her eyes with a distraught expression. “Safe.”

She nodded and smiled weakly.

She reached up and touched his arm. He shivered and closed his eyes but he didn’t back away this time. She ran her hand along his smooth cool arm, feeling him tremble under her touch. “Who are you?”

“Michael,” he whispered. She looked into his eyes, while reaching her hand up very slowly. He flinched and moved just out of reach.

“Please,” she whispered, holding her hand inches from his face. After a long hesitation, he leaned forward resting his cheek in her hand and closed his eyes.
A jolt surged through her and she saw horrifying visions of his life pass swiftly through her mind. She gasped when she saw the woman from the mural and jerked her hand away. “What was that?”

A look of sorrow crossed his face, but he said nothing. She leaned back against the wall, staring at him. A long silence passed between them giving her time to remember the images that flooded her mind.
He had always been a supernatural being, unlike the Wolfman, who had been bitten by another wolfman. Though the vivid glimpse showed the battle between the two beings had raged on for thousands of years, there wasn't any understanding of why they fought over the woman.
Michael lowered his head and stood very slowly with his back towards her. She reached up and touched the tip of his wing, feeling him tremble once again at the slightest touch of her fingertips. She ran her fingers down to the point and through the feathers. He shuddered, but didn’t move.
“Michael, who am I?”
He turned around briskly and gazed into her eyes. “My future.”
“What? How can that be,” she asked.
No response. “What is this,” she asked pointing at the mural.
Michael looked up at the mural and then back at her. He said nothing.
“I want to go home,” she whined.
“You are safe here,” he said softly
“I want to go home now!”
“Not safe,” he whispered and walked away.
“Michael,” she yelled and he turned around frightened. “If you can’t answer me, take me home!”
He opened the door and she screamed, “Michael!” He didn’t stop this time, and headed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
She tried to move her legs but they were still gravitated to the bed. Sarah screamed as loud as she could until she was too exhausted to continue and cupped her face with her hands sobbing until she fell asleep.