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Dreams were something else entirely. Sometimes they come when you sleep, sometimes they come when you’re awake, and sometimes they come some ridiculous time in between when you’re on the verge of some kind of breakdown and are trying desperately to hold onto reality– but that’s when people call them hallucinations. But sometimes dreams come in packs, people get similar dreams and all of them try to work through them as much as they can without realising just how intertwined they are with others.

What would be considered the heroes of the story were having a sort of situation like that, though most people wouldn’t consider Adrian a part of that equation, he was still well within its hold. Vampires dreaming was a wholly different thing, as well, considering they weren’t ever meant to sleep so much as die and lose all function, but sometimes they were capable of rest that put them into an almost REM state that allowed the dreams to take them.

Edgar had been sitting still for so long, he’d fallen into that state long ago and had been chasing off nightmares for hours, while waiting for his dream to come– it seemed to be his state of being as a whole at the moment.

Adrian was watching Mhairi as she slept and let himself, for once in his long tenure as a vampire, feel peaceful, and the dreams were slowly creeping up on him.

Mhairi was always hounded by dreams as she slept, but usually they were peaceful, dreams of times when she and Edgar would be able to just be themselves, or even just being a wolf and running through open space, only this time it was different.

Though she was indeed running through the woods as usual, she was not a wolf, nor werewolf, instead she was merely herself, and something was behind her, giving chase like instead of the hunter, she was the prey. Her entire body felt heavy as she ran, she didn’t have the usual grace she did when she was in her dreams, and even less than she had in reality. Instead, it felt as if she were trying to dive through molasses towards some unseen point.

Behind her, sounds were everywhere, as if she were being pursued by a band of people instead of just one, and her mind was racing with the possibilities. Twigs broke beneath their chase, and Mhairi’s own body kept tripping over branches and debris underfoot. It was then that she noticed the wound in her chest, blood seeping through on the left side of her chest, staining the white dress she was wearing.

She stopped a moment, lifting a hand to touch along the wound, brushing her fingers through the blood that seeped from what seemed like her heart, over the white dress she did not own, and some of it had stained the lengthy tendrils of black hair that flowed over and down her front like a curtain. She frowned at the blood, lifting it to her lips to taste it, and it was… highly astringent, and it smelled like vampire. But she couldn’t be, she could never be… also, the ‘wound’ on her chest didn’t seem to hurt, instead it seemed… normal.

Behind her a branch snapped with a resounding pop, and her body wheeled around, finding Adrian standing there with a look of hunger on his face, and in his own dream Adrian realised just what he’d been chasing all along. Both stood facing each other, blood pouring from Mhairi’s chest and Adrian’s hands soaked in it as well, as suddenly a shadowed figure appeared beside Mhairi.

Edgar had finally found his dream, he’d finally found her in all the nightmare, but something was different– something was wrong. His eyes darted to Adrian as the vampire stepped forward towards himself and Mhairi, growling low.

Mhairi’s hand reached out to touch along Edgar’s hand, smiling faintly as the blood on her fingertips mingled against his flesh, staining it, and it was then that he noticed the touch of blood at the corner of her mouth. A frown pulled his face awkwardly, as his eyes found Adrian again, and suddenly everything was different.

The dream stopped being themselves, their lives, their entirety, and started morphing into a scene from a play they didn’t want to be in. Edgar’s hand reached out towards Adrian, both men flanking either side of Mhairi as her eyes suddenly went wide, and their jaws snapped against her throat. Each gripped one side of her, working the blood towards their mouths as she let out silent screams of torment and slowly weakened, falling beneath them even paler than she had been previously.

It was abrupt, and it was over, and all woke in a cold sweat in their proverbial corners. Mhairi was staring at Adrian in horror, and he was returning the look with remorse… and Edgar was staring at the shadowed throne of the Dark Mother, where his eyes narrowed.

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