Chapter Ten
Vincent laid his father to rest the next morning – he had left all arrangements to the funeral parlor – and went back to his warm room in the dormitory. It felt like an eternity since he had talked with Karl. Maybe Xan was right in a way. Perhaps it was all right to live life with the hope that everything will be alright. Maybe I won’t have to fight after all.
Maybe the army of Dreamkillers will never arise.
He laughed to himself when he thought this. He couldn’t let his guard down ever again – not even for a second. If there was going to be any peace he would have to go to Samantha’s house and talk to her about his feelings.
There would be time later to clean out the house and place everything in storage, but right now he had to see Samantha – he would omit anything about the dream and her daughter being in it; she might think it was all made up in her unconscious mind.
When he arrived at her place he was surprised to find that she was reluctant to see him. It was only after he told her that he had important things to talk to her about did she move aside and allow him entrance into her house.
They moved into the dining room and they took chairs opposite one another across the table. He folded his hands on top of the glass table and cleared his throat as he tried to get some vibes from her. All he was reading was that she was cold as an iceberg. “Uh, how have you been?” The nerves were beginning to get the better of him. Some combat trainer I’ll be.
Samantha was looking at him but not really registering his existence and she said simply, “Fine. You?”
This wasn’t what he was looking for. It might have helped if she had thrown herself at him when she opened the door expressing how much she loved him and she missed him so much. But no such luck was to be found here. “This is stupid,” he announced and stood up. She expected him to walk out of the room but he had taken a chair next to her instead. “Samantha,” he began and stopped the second she reached out and brought her clenched fist to the side of his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me all along that she was seeing you?” The rage was simmering down to that of betrayal. “Vince, I thought you loved me.”
He shook his head and looked at her in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? Who?”
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It was her turn to shake her head. “Don’t play dumb. Mykella – my daughter. The girl who’s inside me right now.”
Check mate. He wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn this drastic. He was here hoping to announce his love pledge and here she is now telling him she knows all about her daughter paying visits to him. “I met her, I think, the night I found out you were pregnant,” he conceded.
She sat back and crossed her arms. “I’m listening.”
After a sigh he nodded. “I need to know how much you already know.”
“Last night she came to me – she’s so beautiful isn’t she? – and told me not to be frightened. Things are about to change for everyone, but don’t be frightened. No harm will come to those she loves.” She looked into his face and he could see that she was shaking. “What does it mean? What’s going to change?”
So she hadn’t told her the entire truth. There is still a little ignorance left in the woman who is to bear humanity’s savior. “She’s a Dream Crusader. A prophet. She can travel inside dreams.” He couldn’t risk the consequences of a pregnant woman knowing the fate of humankind. He wasn’t so sure she would have kept the baby if she knew what her child was to become.
“She sees the future?”
He nodded. “As well as the past. I don’t know why, but she told me that she was a witness to the crucifixion of Jesus. I thought maybe you could talk to her about Jesus because she had questions for me that I felt uncomfortable answering.”
Samantha smiled a little at the thought of teaching her child something already. “I guess I could talk to her about it, if she comes to talk.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a reassuring smile. “I know she will.”
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Rage was driving his energy as Allen watched scene after scene as he followed Judas through time squares but he was having no luck discovering where Judas had hidden the key to the Forbidden Realms.
And finally he saw the squared crucifixion of Christ. Where Judas was he didn’t know. Between the final night in the garden and the crucifixion at nine the next morning he lost all trace of Judas. It must have been during this time that he had hidden the key. He saw that Judas was dead shortly after his messiah died and so it must be that the key resides somewhere in Jerusalem. Where, he had absolutely no clue – the Oracles would not release this vital information.
Well, I suppose I’d better get going. It’s a long trip to Jerusalem.