Free Adina Falling (Threads of Fate) by Melissa Brodsky

camp that became home to the most powerful vampires, werewolves and faeries caught. How I was considered powerful, I was unsure. Another mystery that surrounded this horrific dream.
    A war had been started by humans; we had finally been exposed and they were frightened. Instead of understanding my kind and trying to find a way to reconcile the fact we were not fiction, they decided to destroy us. Such a human thing to do-- rid the world of species they were intimidated by. It was a violent part of their history and it kept repeating itself. Funny, humans would consider Vampires and Werewolves to be blood thirsty yet, in hundreds of years; we never had wars that exterminated heartbreakingly large groups. We lived in peace.
    I always seemed to wake up before I could learn more, before I could recognize faces of those with me in that cold prison. I didn’t understand this dream; it never seemed to make any sense. Yet, it was a constant. I never shared it with anyone either, I wouldn’t dare until I could make sense of it. But this morning, something within me was pushing me to go in front of the Elders. Tides were about to turn and with it, our lives.
    My dream scared me. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was being given a vision by some greater being that decided I would know what to do with it.
    “I’m just an erotica writer,” I cried into the darkness, “give me dreams about sex and I know what to do with them. This? This isn’t something I understand. I’m a nobody. I have no special gifts like the Elders. I’m just me. Adina.”
    I didn’t expect anyone to respond but I put it out there, in case some sort of god was listening to me, “If I am going to be cursed with this nightmare, at least leave me with some sort of translation so I am able to translate it into a language I am familiar with!” I was growing angrier, more frustrated. The images of my nightmare were lingering far longer than they had ever done before. Usually, within moments of waking, I’d only remember feelings but tonight was somehow different, I could recall everything. Every touch, smell and sound; they all still haunted me.
    “I’m not good with heavy. It’s not part of who I am. I am a simple vampire with simple wants and needs. So, they might be more expensive than average but they are still simple. And shallow. So please, I’m begging whoever is sending me this message, give it to someone who will know what to do with it. Because I don’t. I just. Don’t.”
    Crying, I got up to splash water on my face. I watched as my blood tears tinted the water to pink and cycloned down the drain. It was 4 a.m and I was now wide awake. It was too early for coffee but I needed something to calm me. Type O was just the thing.
    Grabbing the container from my fridge, I went onto my balcony and stared out over the quiet horizon. A few cars drove slowly by, early birds chirped as they searched for their worms and a couple of joggers shuffled past. I sat still; my only movement was lifting my arm to my mouth to drink deeply.
    I thought about Michael. Had I seen him in my dream? Or Morgan? Or Lucy? Or any of my dear friends? Had I seen my mother? Had my real father been in that horrible cell with me? I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I tried to conjure up the image of that prison; I wanted to scan the faces in there.
    Most of the faces were blank canvases. Only one, besides mine, was recognizable, his features were clear and defined. It was a beautiful man. Probably the most incredible male specimen I had ever laid eyes on. He had a commanding build, a strong contrast to the skeletal figures huddled together. His hair was dark and long. His eyes were such an intense, stunning blue that you could swim in them. He radiated power, determination and leadership. The sexual side of me noticed how well-endowed he was. His thick, large cock displayed proudly. I could make out tattoos, tribal markings all over his arms and chest. He was looking at someone and