So without further adu, here is path number one (aka the red pill *matrix reference*... don't worry it has nothing to do with the matrix... however for anyone who has red Stephanie Meyer's Saga.. its has some influence, yes. )
As he kissed her goodnight she stirred awake. She tilts her head a little and see’s no one and nothing but the light shining through from the moon. “That’s strange..?” Her hand grazes her cheek, still moist. She was slightly confused considering he’d never even been inside her house before. However, he HAS been in her dreams on countless occasions to make believe it was almost real. Maybe a midnight glass will put her mind at ease. She gets up to go to the kitchen and feels a slight breeze against her nightgown. “I didn't leave the window open” she says to herself “Or... maybe I did. Mmh, whatever.” She’s heads to the kitchen to get her favorite red wine, Merlot; not too sweet and not too dry. She pours it into the wine glass that she’s used more times than she could possibly count and begins sipping the dark red liquid. “If this thing were just slightly thicker, it’d practically be blood” she says out loud. “Funny you should say that,” an unknown voice announces. The woman screams at the top of her lungs and turns with the glass in hand, ready to use as a weapon. But she stops short as she catches a glimpse of the creature that iterated the sentence. It was the man she’s dreamt of over and over again. The love she never had a chance to touch.
“It’s you,” she whispers out. “I am sorry I startled you, it wasn’t my intention to, you must believe me.” “He has an accent?” she thinks to herself. The man only smiles. The woman slowly lets down her defense and stands as is frozen, looking at the man quizzically. “Ah yes, surely you have questions and I, of course, can answer them.” He waits for an accord and does not get an answer. A couple of long seconds pass and the woman slowly, but surely nods. He huffs air as if he did not want her to agree to his question. “I must say I will be quite embarrassed to appose upon you the secret I’ve been keeping from you for the past 3 years.” This got her going, exactly as he intended. “Wait a second, what secret could you possibly have held so strictly that I wouldn’t even remember our contacting in the first place!?” She was afraid she already knew, as well as she was terrified to ask how. The man begins to laugh. Yet it is not the laugh of a man. The woman swears that his laugh went up and down at least 3 octaves. But the laugh itself was music to her ears, so much so that she wanted to faint from seduction. The man senses the change in her and immediately stops. “I’m sorry” he clears his throat, “I did not mean to upset you (he lies to prevent her from knowing anymore than there was necessary to know just yet.)” “Oh, no I’m fine,” she gasps out. “Perhaps we should sit you down first mmh?” The man slowly takes a step towards her. She wants to stop him considering he’s a complete stranger, but then she thinks “how can he be a stranger if I dreamt of him for the past several years?” Her mind wins over intuition and she chooses to put up her guard. “Don’t- come any closer” She stutters out. He stops dead in his tracks and backs away a few paces; hands up in compliance. “I do not wish to harm you. You must understand, I would NEVER do ANYTHING to hurt you” he hesitates to say what his heart wants him to say, then chooses to oblige “my love.” The woman is dumbfounded and does not know how to respond. Normally she would call the stranger a creapo and ignore it. But when he said it, it just felt so natural. So much so that she almost unthinkingly responded with her own words of endearment.
The night drew on as the two began exchanging there sides of what they know about the love they’ve shared. Of course the man’s recount is actually true. However the woman found that the things the man was telling her were not only his recollection, but that she had recognition of them. She was past the point of being weireded out when the man slowly began to give hints of what he was. The woman lifted her eyes to his, and almost lost herself, but kept stead because of what he was building up to say. Yet… he never said. He stopped as if he wanted her to know already without him having to say anymore. His wish came true. She knew what he was, and she knew his stories were true. Seeing how this man was part of the supernatural, she considered the fact that he could have easily lead her to believe these things with what ever such powers he may have. But she didn’t want to believe that because she KNEW. She felt it all the way down to the flesh clinging to her bones, and even further. He-is-my-love, and nothing and no one could say differently.
