<span style="font-style: italic">Running. That's where she caught up with herself, she was running away from the scary things in her mind. The faceless beasts that thudded after her, causing her to trip over tree roots and rocks. Her legs pounded the ground, with each footfall a scream of pain ran thought her body. Seconds from being caught, she tripped. Instinctively, she curled into a ball waiting for the beasts to come.<br/> Curious as to why she was still breathing, Bre opened her eyes and moved her arms from in front of her face. The trees were gone, so were the monsters and the panic she had felt. Instead there was a horse paddock, with six horses lazily munching hay, a cloudless blue sky and plenty of sun.<br/> She uncurled herself and spread her arms wide absorbing the sunlight. It had been such a long time since she was in the sun, since she was on a farm! That thought rushed through her and she jumped to her feet. Horses! <br/> She nickered to the horses who stood a good six or seven yards away, still eating hay. One snorted and raised its head quickly. It whinnied back. Her heart froze.<br/> Que paso. The horse she had worked with to become less headshy. He had died four years before, and she had left the horse farm community because of that. Hesitantly, she walked toward the beautiful horse, as he walked to her, praying to God that this wouldn't be a dream, that maybe she had died and gone to heaven after finding her way out of hell. A couple feet from each other, both Que and Bre stopped and stared at each other.<br/> Slowly raising her hand to muzzle height, Bre waited for him to put his nose in the palm of her hand like she had taught his four years ago. He nuzzled her hand, blowing hard though her fingers and lifting his nose to her face. She breathed in his nostrils and he gave a happy yet really loud whinny.<br/> As she went to hug him, her dream changed yet again. She was laying in a bed, in just a towel and a man came into the room, climbed in bed behind her and whispered that he would always love her. No matter what his family said.</span><br/>Her body jerked awake. Looking around quickly, she tried to figure out what was real and what wasn't.<br/>The man breathing steadily at her back was real. His name made her mouth tingle when she thought of saying it. She marveled at the feeling, as it had never happened before with anyone else she had meet. Helkior. Such a weird name, but who was she to talk? She had a purely Irish name that more times was more difficult to say then it should have been.<br/>Carefully, she rolled over in his embrace and kissed his cheek. She felt safe again. Almost like she was back working with horses, back before she sold her soul to save her best friend, who had turned around and left her. Back before she put herself through nursing school and got the job she had at the hospital.<br/>"I love you. And nothing will ever stop me from being by your side." She breathed across his skin, hoping he felt the words rather then heard them. "Not death, not sickness, not riches or lack there of." Realizing she was saying wedding vows she giggled a sleepy giggle. "Next would come the do you take this man to be your husband part." She said before she remembered he had no idea about human wedding ceremonies. "I assume demon weddings are different from human ones. But please tell me there's no sacrifices. If there is, I'm totally not getting married. To hell with it. We can just live together for seven years and then it'll be as good as married." She sighed and shook her head. "And again, I reference the human way of doing things. But tell me. What am I to expect?" She propped herself up on an elbow, looking him in the face. "There isn't a human sacrifice, right?" She questioned, just to be sure.