Amalia T. is hosting today's blogfest: Dream Sequence Blogfest!! So this one was interesting to approach; dreams and flashbacks can really change a character's path. I am excited to read all the other entries and hope you will too! Since my current WIP does not have a dream sequence (though I am considering one) I decided to do one on the fly! I treated it a little like my Wednesday's Written Word because that stimulates me quite well. So I just used Dream and well this is what I came up with...
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A cool breeze glides over my skin as I walk into the room.
With every step unease crawls over my body leaving a trail of tremors. My eyes sweep the floor - shards of glass blink in the sunlight. The window's shattered center crunches beneath my shoes...
My fingers itch to touch but even in sleep I know the dangers...the barrier of reality is thin at best.
Two nights now and I find myself beyond the veil. The first time was not only terrifying but a disaster. Maybe this time I can keep my head and wake up alone...the darkness that I took back with me was more than a nightmare. I know now that time is different here, that beyond the veil of sleep I have no control.
A small round blue shard catches my eye. Immediately I bend down. It is the one. The symbol.
If I just grab it, take it now...
My knees begin to shake as I lean closer to the glass. The perfect round edges, the star and dagger etched into the center and on the dagger the initials that haunt me in light and darkness...
Z I H - what does it mean?
My body begins to react to the shard; pulsating pain beats against my skull, my eyes water as the stinging grows, I want to scream.
I taste blood and realize I've bitten my tongue. Cautiously I straighten up, the need to touch is beginning to make me weak.
WAKE UP!
My own voice disappears as darkness colors the walls.
The light breeze from earlier no longer filters through the busted frame; sticky, heavy air weighs me down. I know the shifters will be here soon, my presence beyond the veil would not go unnoticed for long.
I feel him before I see him - a dark silhouette, not real, not imaginary but a culmination of every nightmare. He hovers along the line waiting for me to make a mistake or for me to choose...the darkness.
He craves me but is forced to bank his desire. I desire his touch but must never act on it. We study each other, violet eyes meeting silver across the room.
Glancing at the shards then at me he speaks "Why are you here?" His voice is deep and rich, a gravelly tone that soothes and intimidates.
"I don't know." My voice, a whisper that hangs amid the humid air.
"You know the rules beyond the veil...I cannot protect you. I cannot change it here...they are coming for you now. You are weak...."
"I know."
"You need to wake up."
"I don't know how."
"If I help you - it will hurt..." His form slides across the space and I can feel his breath next to my ear.
In the distance an eerie screech has me flinching. They are close.
"Please. They are coming..."
"Close your eyes." I look at the shadow once before obeying his command.
Immediately a chill grips my throat. I want to claw and scratch as he pulls me into an abyss. Hate swamps me, anger, desire, passion rolls around my stomach and I raise my arms. Then I am overcome with sadness. Closing my fists I wait for the pain. The door that will open when he cuts into my soul.
It comes. A ripping starts in my chest as he moves beyond my feelings and into my core. My skin aches, and my head begins to pound. Heat burrows into my right hand and the fire has me screaming. The sound bounces off the walls. I feel as though he has cut open my chest and torn me apart. Suddenly my breathing begins to slow and I feel like I am floating.
"Sweet dreams." His voice is like silk against my skin.
I lick my lips tasting the tart flavor of blood then I open my eyes no longer trapped by sleep.
I lay on the floor covered in sweat. My hand aches and I look down: Z I H has been burned into my wrist.
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