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Day 6:
The room is dim. The only light is the sun peaking its way in through the closed curtains. Piles of odds and ends cover the walls of the room. The dim light coming in from the window illuminates the still crib, casting a dark veil on the floor. The only sounds are the low murmuring of the television down stairs, the small squeaks and squeals coming from the baby, and the breathing of the vampire sitting in the corner, holding the squirming child. The disgruntled look on his face makes it painfully obvious that he is not very good with babies. Hal has never liked children, so being forced to care for this one is not exactly his idea of relaxing. His frustration rises as the foul creature continues to squirm as its squeaks morph into wails, quickly transforming into screams. Hal holds the baby further from him and looks at it, panicked. What the hell are you crying for now? I've only just gotten you to shut up! he thinks as he holds the child at an arm's length. The rage starts to boil inside him. He knows what is coming now but that doesn't stop his hazel eyes from sparking to black. His mouth open, revealing fangs, Hal stares at the child in his arms for a moment. Swiftly, he rears his head back and then brings his mouth to the baby's throat and bites in.
He awakens suddenly, taking in his surroundings as he tries to slow his breath. It is dark, both outside and in. He is still in the house in Barry. He is still strapped in tight to a chair by the window, and Tom is still asleep on the sofa. The ambient sound of Alex digging through the cabinets in the kitchen calms him down. Hal takes a few deep breaths, reminding himself that it was just a dream. The double doors blast open, hardly startling him. He shuts his eyes, because if Alex knew he was awake, the torrent of questions would bombard him and he wasn't ready to talk with her about something like that. He hears her footsteps approach and then retreat. The sound of the double doors swinging closed as she goes back into the kitchen alert him that he can let his eyes drift back open.
If he were to really try, he could probably go back the sleep, but he didn't want to. The dream would go on as it had the few nights before, if he let himself sleep. The baby would fall limp in his arms, and he would be laughing as the blood fell from his mouth. Then, Annie would burst into the room and start shouting at him. He would attack her, and she would die, just as if she were still alive. Shortly after, Tom would rush in, and Hal would kill him too. This dream broke all the rules. Hal didn't understand why he was dreaming of something so recent, and it wasn't even real. More than five hundred plus years of memories, and he had to be dreaming something that could have happened two weeks ago. The last time he went through this process, he dreamed of things from hundreds of years in the past. He had even dreamed of being a child. This time the dreams weren't more than a year or so old. At least, he didn't dream of killing Leo and Pearl like he had, but murdering Tom, Annie, and Eve wasn't any better.
Tom stirs on the couch, surprising Hal. He can feel it; the sudden raise in heart rate has flipped the switch on Hal's temper. He starts pulling at the restraints, struggling to free himself. Tom, in his slumbering stupor, notices the noise, his eyes widen, and he quickly jumps off of the sofa to approach Hal. When Tom is a few feet from him, Hal's eyes turn black and he starts spitting obscenities at Tom. Alex appears next to Tom, who hesitates before taking the final steps toward Hal. Tom takes Hal's face in his hands forcing Hal to look straight at him
"Calm down mate—"
"Get your filthy, fucking hands off of me you mutt!" Hal shouts as he tries to free his head from between Tom's hands. "I'll kill you!"
Tom isn't fazed by Hal's yelling. He just tightens his hold on Hal. He lowers his voice in an attempt to sound soothing. "Come back mate," he coaxes, "This isn't you".
Hal is still between Tom's hands. He tenses in the chair, ready to jump up at any moment. His black stare pierces straight into Tom's.
"Hal," Alex whispers. Hal quickly shifts his stare to Alex, who starts to back away. After watching Alex for a few moments, he gazes back at Tom.
He lowers his voice, "Please take your hands off of me." Begrudgingly, Tom agrees.
"Thank you," He keeps his eyes locked on Tom for another minute or so. Then, his eyes fade back to normal.
A is a brief look of terror crosses Hal's face before he passes out.