Night's Dreams

The darkness was welcoming. It kept out the illusions that the light created. Green eyes flashed around the room, sighing at the knowledge that he would not be able to stay in the place he was begining to hold dear to him. Though at the moment he took comfort in the darkness and the being that held him close.1

"You don't have to leave at sun rise. You may stay here," A chuckle floated out of the man. "But you won't stay. You feel too obligated. You are too kind, Caleb." Again the man laughed and pulled the red-head close. Caleb simply nodded at his companion's statement. There was no need to verbally agree. That had been the arangement for months. Caleb came at night fall and spent the night in the arms of his angel. To the world though the angel was an outspoken aristicrat. In private Caleb called him Dorien and Dorien was an immortal. Though not like the immortals that many have come to know.2

To continue with this story I suppose I must explain something about Dorien. He was no vampire or god. He simply did not grow old or die. He was born by a mortal woman and did grow old until he was twenty or so. Then it was as if his aging process just stopped. No one could explain it and above all he, himself could not explain it. So he adapted. He became quite good at 'dying' and then reapearing somewhere else. Though it would be the boy that he now held that would bring him the truth, it is much too early in the story for that.3

As expected Caleb snuck away just before dawn saying his final good-byes and crept back into his own home and bed. He slept well for a few hours before he began to dream and it is that dream that would make him question everything he knew and what he would do with his life next.4