[It's been a long time since he's had a nightmare this bad. It may be the lack of the drug he's become dependent on that's causing this surge in his demon's ability to get to him. Illusions and dreams like this, normally, can be shrugged off. He can endure.
But right now, it's too much. He can feel his fists beating against Shinya's chest, begging him to come back, but it's not just Shinya. The body changes, as do the ones in all of the coffins around him. New friends. And Dextera, lifeless, refusing to wake up, unable to breathe.
The vampire that looks so amused by it all is always the same, though, and while tears run down his cheeks, he's grabbed, and he knocks back against it harshly.]
Let go of me!
[It's so loud, it's a miracle he doesn't wake anyone else in the house. It was Dextera's arm that he'd smacked back with too much force, and now that he's pushed himself up and scrambled back a bit, he can blink through teary eyes to see that he's in Dextera's bedroom, nowhere else. Not surrounded by coffins or dead friends.
He's breathing heavy, and he can't get his face to go back to normal. He looks terrified.]
Dex— [That movement with his arm wasn't enough to break bones or anything, but it was still so rough, and he's trying to address it now, but clearly struggling. He's only just realized there are tears left on his cheeks, and he brings that defensive arm up to wipe them away, looking down.]
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But right now, it's too much. He can feel his fists beating against Shinya's chest, begging him to come back, but it's not just Shinya. The body changes, as do the ones in all of the coffins around him. New friends. And Dextera, lifeless, refusing to wake up, unable to breathe.
The vampire that looks so amused by it all is always the same, though, and while tears run down his cheeks, he's grabbed, and he knocks back against it harshly.]
Let go of me!
[It's so loud, it's a miracle he doesn't wake anyone else in the house. It was Dextera's arm that he'd smacked back with too much force, and now that he's pushed himself up and scrambled back a bit, he can blink through teary eyes to see that he's in Dextera's bedroom, nowhere else. Not surrounded by coffins or dead friends.
He's breathing heavy, and he can't get his face to go back to normal. He looks terrified.]
Dex— [That movement with his arm wasn't enough to break bones or anything, but it was still so rough, and he's trying to address it now, but clearly struggling. He's only just realized there are tears left on his cheeks, and he brings that defensive arm up to wipe them away, looking down.]
I didn't mean you. I'm sorry.