dealwithademon | [ Dream ] -£- 003

Warnings: Blood, Gore, and other grossness.
Effects: A feeling of disorientation, nausea, and fear.

The night is cold. Not as cold as the Frozen wasteland that Somarium had become, but a familiar cold -- when the end of summer bleeds into autumn, and the rains set in again. He's wearing clothing inappropriate for the weather, but it's necessary, always necessary not to draw unwanted attention. The stone against his back doesn't keep the chill away, but at least it blocks the night breeze. Sebastian is nearby, a shadow himself in the shadows, and the buildings seem to climb up, up, until they vanish into the dark sky.

If we stay here, that person is sure to come. This is the only entrance. So we'll wait. All night if we have to.

It's that person, isn't it? This will prove it. I don't know if I want it proved.

There's papers all over his room, fluttering through the air. Settling on the carpet.

Make your move

She screams, the sound piercing the sky, and he whirls, the street dancing into darkness. No! Impossible! No one went inside, they would have seen them, Sebastian wold have--

Let's go are the words in his ear, and he's already running, towards that door, hands outstretched, flinging it open on rusty hinges. It squeals loudly, high and teeth-scraping, and he feel the droplet against his face. He knows what he's going to see, has seen it many times before, but it's never different. He only gets a glimpse, but it's enough to turn his stomach -- she's flayed like a fish, here, and there, and so many open lines oozing, splattered red. Blood, so thick he can smell it even after his eyes have been covered, arms pulling him back from the door-frame.

Don't Look, but he's already looked, and the smell alone is enough to make him sick. It's the same every time he sees it, over and over again. This isn't the first time, it won't be the last, but like a film reel, he can't stop the images. He doesn't have that power.

Quite a mess you've made, Jack the Ripper... No... Grell Sutcliffe.

Well, I've been captivated by a woman.

The sick feeling is clearing, the darkness pervading, the voices mixed with the sound of the rain falling. When did it start to rain? And that woman is... Sebastian prompts, but it's unnecessary.

The sound of a second pair of heels against the cobblestone. He doesn't want to look, but he's pushing the darkness from his face, he's seeing those red shoes.

No, I don't want to see this again He struggled, to push it all away. It recedes, the images dark, distant, their voices as if through a tin can and string. Grinding sounds, screams, the feeling of a hand around his throat. I don't want to see this again! he thinks, as hard as he can.

The world is red. Red, red, red.

Like Blood.

Like her.

Ciel forces himself to wakefulness, sitting up, a hand flying to his throat as he gasps for air. His hair a mess, in his eyes, and he doesn't care one bit. There's no hand at his throat but his own, not a speck of red in the room. No smells of rain or metal, or blood or sick. A moment later, he's calm, and then frantic again for a whole other reason. The Dreamberry ... it's on. He reached for it quickly, pushes some buttons. Although it's not his real intention, he shuts it off.

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Date: 2011-01-13 05:20 am (UTC)

From:

alphaophiuchi

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[he realises quickly that it's probably not something Ciel wanted seen. So Draco watches in silence, keeping his face intentionally straight despite the horrific imagery. Eventually, he does say something, though:] Hardly the way anyone intends to wake up, I'm sure.

Date: 2011-01-13 05:27 am (UTC)

From:

dealwithademon.livejournal.com

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[Damnit. Damnit, Damnit, couldn't get it removed, and now someone's seen it -- Draco of all people. ... at least it's not Lizzie...]

Better to have woken sooner, than later.