Ice cold chill woke him.
The night was pitch black.
Thunder rolling overhead.
Sound of waves all around.
Lightning stroked somewhere.
He was in a ship.
The floor boards creek as he push his arms forward to stand. The chill got him again.
Rippling his weak body. He’s starving.
Lights swaying ahead.
‘Where am I?’
But the words was only in his mind.
His body move forward on his own…walking as if he belong there..as if he had been there.
The floor was flooded by his ankles. He felt nausea as he sway on his feet…waving lights ahead. He pushed himself to move forward again.
An old wooden door greeted him.
Roaring sound of waves seemed louder.
He pushed open the door.
A three storey water surge was over the ship’s bow, a gapping mouth ready to swallow them whole. Thunder rolls again and again. Raging storm beats the deck.
‘Por Dios! Por Santo!’
An alarm went off.
He woke up with a jolt.
Looking around, he realized he was in his room. He IS in the 20th century.
That was another vivid dream.
Another dream that he knew was a part of his past life…but always felt like he was there, in that situation..the cold, the pain, the fear.
He flip a button and the curtains opened.
A wall-sized window view at the foot of his bed shows the sun rising in the East.
His muscles rippled in the morning light, tanned from his outdoor workouts.
He drank his morning water and starts his morning routine.
“Goodmorning, Lucas.” An automated female voice greets him on his way out to his deck.
“Goodmorning, Sof. What’s on my schedule today?” he said, while setting up his morning workout.
“8:30am breakfast with your dad,
9:30am meeting of Boardmembers,
10:35am Coffee with the General Managers,
11:20am Lunch with a Media Interview.
1:00pm The Red Room……….”
Lucas, is Don Alejandro Delgado’s Unico Hijo. The president of The Silver Arrow, centuries old company who owns almost all minerals and diamonds producing companies in the world. Luxurious ship manufacturing company was under them, along with hotels and casinos.
The sky was clear and the sun was spreading his rays over the city.
Another day.
A fast phase living that he couldn’t get used to…but he had to.
“You know we need to run again…Lucas!”
A voice in his mind perked up as he finished his pull-ups.
“I know, Darius..I know.”
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A moonlit night.
White curtains dancing by the sea breeze.
A shadow moves forward…towards her bed.
She’s half awake. She could feel his eyes roaming her body. Then a light as feather touch starts from her toe…her leg..her knee..her hips.
She sucked on her breath…and slowly exhaled as she felt her body turn to mash.
Warmed by the touch…anticipating his move.
Calloused hands caress her sides…her belly..her breast..her shoulders..her neck..cupping her cheeks. Warm breath fans her lips..causing her to open her eyes…so slowly.
He bit her lower lip…sensually nipping it.
“I will find you..” he whispered.
He slammed both her hands over her head.
Biting, sucking…he’s leaving marks on her neck. She moans as hot pleasure shoots to her core. He’s between her legs…rough and warm over her p****. His other hand...

palms her breast…rolling her n*pple…then reaching for the other one, pinching and pulling.
Brown eyes suddenly stared back at her.
Pulling her to submission. Adding fuel to the fire now burning between them.
Then sharp canine teeth flashed by the moonlight over head.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrroar!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!”
Cackles of the rooster in the morning.
Chirping birds playing tags on the trees.
The thumping sounds of hooves.
She woke up…automatically reached for her neck, checking. It’s only a dream.
No, a nightmare…but a sensual nightmare.
“Who are you…?”
She whispered in the wind..as if the horizon will give her the answer. The sun was just about to rise…rays of light now kissing the fields of rice.
The aroma of freshly brood grinded coffee floats in the air. She knew it’s time to get up…breakfast is waiting.
The fresh warm Carabao’s milk bottled on the table with freshly picked fruits and vegetables was ready on the dining table.
The wind blowing across the fields caress her hair.. as Black as the night, reaching about her waist, wavy as it was braided every night before she went to bed.
“Teresa!!!”
“Coming!!!!!!” She rushed in front of the store to tend on the customers.
Wiping her wet hands on her apron, she sweetly smiled to greet the crowd in front of her.
“Okey, okey..one at a time only. What’s your orders?” She smiled sweetly, brightening up her costumers’ mood.
Freshly baked bread was their business.
Teresa’s granny, Lola Juanita, is the town’s Babaylan, a high priestess who can heal and advice the people in times of need.
Another day…sunny and warm.
In a provincial town by the foot of the mountains in Siquijor….so peaceful, surrounded by nature.
“Lola Juanita! Lola Juanita!!!” A middle aged woman entered their home in a rush. Clutching her child who seemed to be a 7 years old boy.
“What happened Tiya Guada?” Teresa approached the mother and child. She guide them in a room that was intended for the healing practice of her Abuela.
“What’s happening here?” Lola Juanita calmly approached the child laid on the only bed in the room. She had leaves of Avocado, Guavano, and Atsuete clutched in her hands.
“Lola Juanita! Please help Crispin, my son. He’s been having scratches on his arms and legs made by a bad entity…we can not do anything about it. The entity was too strong!”
Guada’s hands was shaking and her tears wet her shirt. She’s mumbling to her child in her arms. Crispin is unconscious, his arms have light scratches forming words…” MINE”.
“Don’t you worry Guada, we have the Almighty on our side, He wont let your Boy be harmed in anyway…have Faith.” Teresa said as she set up the oils and incense around them and by her Lola Juanita. She may not show it, but she’s nervous every time her Abuela would have to fight with bad spirits.
The aroma of coconut oil essence flows around the room. White candles was lit to warm the place. Rock salt was poured around the boy’s bed, a circle of protection.
Lola Juanita put some coconut oil on her hands and rubbed them to get warm. Mumbling a prayer offering for guidance..she started the ritual of Faith Healing.