The desire that you don't need to name
I'm the branch that becomes the flame
When the fire's done burning, I remain.
-- Starhawk (The God Song)
I had a strange dream last weekend. A supernatural dream. I was living alone in a forest with my parents (who weren't my real life parents)... we lived in a hut, completely isolated from the rest of the world. Then one day, a man came and simply killed my parents with an axe. I knew this man lived close by, and I kept expecting him to return and finish his job. It seemed I didn't have much left to lose anyway. But he only returned during a full moon night, in which he unceremoniously broke down the door and marched into my ramshackle bedroom.
He seemed to be a lumberjack, but something about his face showed me he wasn't quite human. His hair was long and in disarray, his clothes were dirty and his eyes, wild. He was completely silent all the time.
I laid quietly on my bed, waiting for him to kill me. Instead he jumped on me and began to bite my neck (no, he wasn't a vampire). It seemed he wanted to turn me into a creature similar to him - he wanted me to be his consort. He had sex with me and then left. When I woke up next morning, I realised I had indeed become something like him... My eyes were wild. I was immortal, and like him I had the power to kill.
But he had given me another power too - the power to heal. At some point in my dream I met one my mother's friend, and she looked as if someone had tried to beat her to death. I sat by her and with my hands, I began to heal her wounds.
I didn't meet the man again... I could feel when he was near and sometimes I caught a glimpse of him, but he did not belong to me. Nor I to him.