Dax came to Jessie in a dream. When she gazed upon him, she should have been afraid, but she felt so much love from him, it was as if their souls had touched, and in that moment, she already loved him. But he came too late, for she had died long ago.

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When she finally meets him on a hillside, he is so good looking, he doesn't seem real. How odd to have dreamed of Death, only to have met someone that makes her feel so alive. Was her dream a glimpse of the future? A warning perhaps to stay away? Or just a sleepy realization that she will be forever lonely without him? Which ever it was, she knew only one thing for sure... she was already in love with him.

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His charms are intoxicating. His passions elegant and extreme. For her entire life, she felt like she was in a waking dream. But instead of drifting on a lucid ocean of thoughts and feelings, she was now racing at full speed towards the iceberg on a darkened sea.  Dax was a part of that dream... if not its essence.