Chrissy followed her to the car. “Listen, what I was going to say before John went for coffee and you hit the floor is that my boyfriend is a psychologist who specializes in sleep disorders.”
Erin paused at her green Escort. Strange that Chrissy hadn’t mentioned that before, but it explained why she had been so interested in Erin’s dreams since all this started. “Really?”
“Yeah. His name is Rick Sword and I was telling him about you. He says he thinks he can help.” Chrissy handed her a crisp dark gray business card. “I really think you should give him a call.”
Erin studied the card. At the moment, she’d never felt better in her life, but maybe she should give him a call just in case the nightmares returned.
“Thanks,” Erin said, getting into her car. “I just might do that.”
Chrissy stared at her from outside the car and mouthed the words, Call him.
Erin waved to her then headed home, but as she drove through downtown traffic she really didn’t feel like going back to her apartment alone.
In all honesty, she felt rather strange. She could almost sense V’Aidan’s presence. She swore she could still smell the masculine scent of sandalwood that had clung to his skin, sense him in her thoughts.
“It was just a dream,” she said out loud.
Still, it had been an incredible dream. So real. So vivid and erotic.
So incredibly satisfying.
She stopped at a red light and glanced down at the card on her passenger seat. Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her cell phone and called Dr. Sword.
His receptionist immediately put her through to him as she headed her car toward the expressway.
“Ms. McDaniels,” he said eagerly. “Chrissy has told me so much about you. I would really like to speak to you if you have time.”
Something compelled her to accept. “Okay, sure. When?”
“What are you doing for lunch?”
Erin gave a nervous laugh. “I guess ‘meeting you’ would be the correct answer.”
His own laughter answered her. “Tell you what. Why don’t we meet out in public for the first time? I find it puts people more at ease. Do you like Thompson’s Restaurant at Five Points?”
“Okay. What time?”
“How about right now? It should be just opening up for the day.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting.”
Erin pulled onto the expressway and headed toward their rendezvous.
Once she reached the mall, she parked her car outside the quaint restaurant that specialized in jazz music and Bohemian food then headed inside.
There were only a handful of people in the dark interior, all of whom were seated at tables. It was only then she realized she’d forgotten to ask the doctor what he looked like.
“Erin?”
She turned to see a tall, distinguished-looking man in his early forties entering through the door behind her.
“Yes?”
“Rick Sword,” he said, extending his hand out to her.
She shook it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yes,” he said with a cool smile. “Yes, it is.”
He got them a table in the back of the restaurant, and once they were seated and had placed their orders, he listened as she explained her nightmares to him.
Erin felt a little nervous at first, but as she explained it to him and he didn’t appear to judge her, she went into more details.
“And then this guy, V’Aidan, was there and he called the snake monster a Skotos.” She paused as she trailed her straw around her Coke. “You probably think I’m nuts by now.”
“Hardly,” he said, his blue eyes sincere. “In truth, I find you fascinating. Tell me, have you ever heard of the Skoti before?”
“No, never.”
“Hmmm, interesting.”
She frowned as he made a few notes on the pad he’d carried inside with him. “Why?”
“Well, they’re part of history. Tell me, did you ever take an ancient Greek civilization or mythology course in college?”
“No, not really. I mean, we covered the basic Greek pantheon in high school and I had to read the Odyssey and Oedipus Rex in college, but that was it.”
“Hmmm,” he said as if he found that interesting, too.
“Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering how the idea of the Skoti got implanted into your subconscious.”
There was a peculiar note in his voice that made her extremely apprehensive. “What are you saying, they’re real?”
He laughed. “That depends on whether or not you believe in the ancient Greek gods. But they were part of that culture. They were, for lack of a better term, nightmare demons. They were said to infiltrate the dreams of humans so they could suck emotions and creativity. It made them high, if you will.”
“Like energy vampires?”
“Something like that. Anyway, the legend goes that they would visit a soul a few times during its lifetime and move on. It’s how the ancients explained away their nightmares. Supposedly, every so often a Skotos would latch on to a particular victim and go back over and over until the person became insane from the visits.”
“Insane how?”
He took a sip of his drink. “The scientific theory behind the legend would be that the visitations, whatever they really were, disrupted normal sleep patterns, causing the victim to never really rest or rejuvenate during the night, thereby causing mental duress. If it continued long enough, it would lead to mental instability.”
A shiver went down her spine. This sounded just a little too much like what had been happening to her. “So, how does someone get rid of a Skotos?”
“According to legend, you can’t.”
“Can I fight them?”
He shook his head. “No, but the ancient Greeks believed in perfect balance. As you have the evil Skotos, likewise you have the benevolent Oneroi who fight them for you.”
“Oneroi?”
“They were believed to be the children of the dream god Morpheus. They were champions of humans and gods alike. Incapable of feeling emotions, they spend eternity protecting humans in their sleep. Whenever the Skoti latch on to a human and begin to drain too much from that person, the Oneroi come in and save the human from their clutches.”
“Like V’Aidan did me.”
“So it would seem.”
“And the Skoti, where do they come from?”
“They were the children of Phobetor, the god of animal shapes. His name means ‘frightening,’ hence their dominion over nightmares.”
“So the Skoti and Oneroi are related?”
He nodded.
“Fascinating,” she said, mulling over her new knowledge while thinking about her dreams.
Vaguely she recalled the threats the Skoti had made against V’Aidan. Was it possible that somehow these demons had really infiltrated her sleep? Could V’Aidan and the others possibly be real?
It was ludicrous and yet…
Her face flamed. If they were real then she’d just had a one-night stand with a perfect stranger.
“Dr. Sword,” she asked seriously, “do you believe they exist?”
His light blue gaze bored into her. “Young lady, I have seen things in my life that would make anyone prematurely gray. I learned a long time ago not to discount any possibility. But personally, I find the idea of Greek gods infiltrating my dreams highly disturbing.”
Her face burned even more. “I assure you, you don’t find them half as disturbing as I do.”
He smiled. “I suppose not.” He reached to the small leather case on his belt and pulled out a Palm Pilot. “Tell you what. Why don’t you and I schedule an appointment next week to have your dreams monitored? We can hook you up to our machines, put you under a long sleep, and watch your brain waves. Maybe that will give us a scientific clue about what’s going on.”
She nodded gratefully. “No
w that sounds a whole lot better than Greek gods and demons running loose in my dreams.”
V’Aidan sat high above the ocean, perched on a small ledge that barely accommodated his long frame. He’d come to this place as far back as he could remember. Ever since he’d been a young child back at the dawn of time.
It was here he’d come after his ritual beatings that had been designed to strip his feelings and compassion away. Here he’d rested, waiting for the pain of his existence to lessen until he could again find the numbness he was sworn to live by.
Here on his perch he could hear the roar of the waves and stare out at the vastness of the water and feel oddly at peace.
Only now that peace was gone. Shattered.
Something strange had happened to him when he had made love to Erin. It was as if he’d left a piece of himself with her.
Even now, he could sense her. If he closed his eyes, he could even tell what she was feeling.
Worse, he craved her in a way that was all-consuming. He wanted to be with her again, to feel her soothing touch on his skin. He’d never once known such gentleness existed, and now that he did…
“You broke a rule, didn’t you?”
He clenched his teeth at Wink’s voice above him. Looking up, he met two large inquisitive silver eyes that were fastened on him with interest.
Wink was the last god he wanted to see at the moment. The son of Nyx, the night goddess, and Erebus, the embodiment of primordial darkness, Wink was technically V’Aidan’s great-uncle and one of the oldest of the gods. However, he acted more like some prepubescent human. His youthful face was always beaming and bright and he wore his long brown hair braided down his back.
The most annoying thing about Wink was that he loved practical jokes and was forever making fun of the children of Myst.
“I did nothing.”
“Oh, come on, ’fess up, V. I heard your siblings talking about you. They said you took a human from them and vanished. Now, give me the dirt.”
“Go away.”
Wink smiled at that. “Then you did do something. Oooh, and it must be good, for you to be so secretive.”
V’Aidan stared at the swirling ocean below. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like torment gods who can actually get irritated at you?”
Wink grinned even wider. “Sarcasm. Hmm, someone’s been around humans a long time.”
V’Aidan didn’t respond.
He didn’t have to. Wink moved toward his shoulder and sniffed like a puppy with a pair of dirty socks. Wink’s eyes widened as he pulled back. “You are irritated at me, aren’t you?”
“I can’t feel irritation and well you know it.”
It didn’t work. Wink came around to float by V’Aidan’s side, his eyes larger than saucers. He took V’Aidan’s chin in his hand and studied his eyes. “I can see emotions in there, swirling, mixing. You’re scared.”
V’Aidan jerked his chin out of Wink’s grasp and pushed him away. “I most certainly am not. I fear nothing. I never have and I never will.”
Wink arched a brow. “Such vehement denial. Your kind never feels such passion when they speak, and yet you do.”
V’Aidan looked away, his heart pounding. He felt the strangeness of panic in his chest. And he remembered a time once, aeons ago, when he’d been a child and he had dared ask the wrong question.
“Aphrodite, why can’t I have love?”
The goddess had laughed at him. “You are the child of Myst, V’Aidan. She is formless, shapeless. Vacuous. The best you can hope for is to feel fleeting, muted emotions, but love… love is solid, eternal, and beyond your understanding or abilities.”
“Then why can I feel such pain?”
“Because it, like you, is a fleeting phantom. Like the great ocean it ebbs and flows, swelling to titanic proportions, then sweeping down into nothingness. It never lasts for long.”
Over the centuries, he had learned the goddess was wrong about pain. It, too, was eternal. It never went away.
Not until he had held Erin.
Closing his eyes, he didn’t understand it. What had she done to him?
Wink poked him on the shoulder. “Come on, V, tell me why you are in such a state.”
He looked up at his great-uncle. Trust of any kind was as alien to V’Aidan as love. Still, he needed Wink’s experience. Wink had been around longer and knew more than he did. Perhaps Wink could give him an insight. “If I tell you what happened, you must swear by the River Styx to tell no one. No one.”
Wink nodded. “May Hades chain me in Tartarus, I swear by Styx to never utter a single word of what you tell me.”
V’Aidan took a deep breath and braced himself for betrayal. “I had sex with a mortal.”
Wink arched a proud brow and smiled. “Nice, isn’t it?”
“Wink!”
“Well, it is. I highly recommend it.” Wink paused speculatively. “Was it a man or woman?”
“A woman, of course. What kind of question is that?”
“A very nosy one and in keeping with my charming personality.”
V’Aidan rolled his eyes. Now he understood what the other gods meant when they said Wink could be a major pain in the ass.
“So,” Wink continued, “was she any good?”
A wave of desire tore through V’Aidan, piercing his groin with heat at the very mention of her. Still, he refused to answer that question. It was personal and none of Wink’s business.
“Judging by the look on your face, I’ll take that as a yes.”
V’Aidan growled at his great-uncle and sought to change the subject. “Anyway, something happened.”
“Something?”
“It changed me somehow.”
Wink snorted. “That’s just stupid. If sleeping with a mortal changed a god, there’s no telling what I’d be now. As for Zeus… perish the thought.”
V’Aidan ignored his words. The worst part of all was this incessant need he felt to see Erin again. To feel her hands on him.
He craved her tenderness.
Craved her warmth.
He had to have her.
“V’Aidan!”
Wink paled at the sound of Hypnos’s voice. Hypnos was the one god who held dominion over all the gods of sleep. Sooner or later, all of them answered to him.
“Uh-oh,” Wink whispered. “He looks mad.” Wink vanished, leaving V’Aidan alone to face the old god’s wrath.
V’Aidan looked up over his head to see the old man’s angry scowl. But since he’d never seen any other look on Hypnos’s face, he couldn’t judge it. “He looks the same to me.”
“V’Aidan,” Hypnos growled. “Don’t make me come down there to get you.”
V’Aidan snorted in response. If Hypnos thought to scare him, he’d have to try something new. V’Aidan had learned a long time ago not to care.
Rising up to the cliffs above, he went to meet the god who made Skoti and Oneroi alike quiver in fear. He alone could give them real emotion.
V’Aidan felt nothing as he approached the old man.
“You seduced a mortal in her sleep.”
The accusation hung between them as V’Aidan stared at him.
“What have you to say for yourself?”
V’Aidan said nothing. What could he say? He had committed a forbidden act. Other gods could take humans as they wanted, but not his kind.
He wasn’t the first one of his kindred to violate that mandate. However, he wasn’t foolish enough to think for one minute Hypnos would be merciful toward him.
He wasn’t a favored son.
“You know our code,” Hypnos said. “Why did you break it?”
Because I wanted to be held. Just once.
For one moment in eternity, I wanted to pretend someone cared.
The truth tore through him. Regardless of what Hypnos did to him as punishment, it had been worth it.
He would never forget that one precious moment when he’d held Erin in his arms and she had slept peacefully on
top of him. Her breath tickling his chest, she had done something no one had ever done before. She had trusted him.
Her warmth had seeped into him, and for the first time since he’d been born, if not love, he had known tenderness. And it had been enough.
Hypnos looked at him as if he were disgusting. Vile. But then, V’Aidan was used to that, too.
“Take him,” the old god said, shoving him into the hands of his punishers. “Strip the human taint from his flesh and make sure that he will never forget the pain of it.”
3
It was after midnight before Erin finally found the courage to go to sleep. She was terrified of what her dreams might bring and yet she wanted to see V’Aidan again.
How stupid was that?
He wasn’t real and there was no guarantee she’d ever have another dream with him in it.
Still, she wanted a small miracle.
Surrendering herself to the domain of Morpheus, she let her exhaustion take her.
Instead of the falling sensation she’d learned to expect from her dreams, she felt as if she were flying high above the world. For the first time in weeks, she had normal, happy dreams.
No one chased her. No one scared her.
It was heaven, except for the absence of one particular phantom lover.
Sighing in her sleep, Erin saw herself dressed in jeans and a tank top, sitting outside on the porch swing that used to hang on the patio at her Aunt Mae’s house. The day was perfect, bright and pleasantly warm with fragrant air laced with honeysuckle and pine. She’d spent so many youthful summers here on this farm in the California mountains.
How she had missed it.
“What is this place?”
She started at the deep, accented voice behind her.
Turning around, she saw V’Aidan leaning against the white porch railing, his hands braced on each side of him, watching her. His long black hair was tied back into a ponytail and those clear silver eyes were guarded. His black button-down shirt only emphasized the perfect muscles of his body, and his jeans had holes in the knees.
For some reason she couldn’t fathom, he looked a bit pale and tired, his features pinched. Even so, she was glad he was here.
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