Night terror
Disclaimer: the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the lyrics to Linkin Park, Evanescence, The Rasmus and any other cool band I might think of. Only a few characters belong to me, so don't be suing me fer' nothing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Plus, I think there is some slash included.
CHAPTER 1: GOING UNDER
My wounds cry for the grave, / My soul cries / For deliverance / Will I be denied, / Christ, Tourniquet, my suicide!
I woke up with cold sweat going down my face. Rest seems to be nothing but a luxury I cannot afford and the silence is closing in on me. My room is sunken in cold, despondent darkness and my bed feels as certain and solid as quicksand. Cool, ephemeral lightning tears up the sky and a low rumble can be heard shortly after. I know I'm out of touch with this realm while I'm asleep, making me vulnerable and opening up doorways for Them. This is why I forbade myself from closing my eyes. In this dim light, it looks as if that old coat hanger is savagely throwing itself upon me and the room is moving, the ceiling is getting taller and the walls are dancing franticly up and down, up and down, my bed sprouts spider legs and is spinning me round and round. The wind hisses in my ears words of terror, and just when They stretch out Their ugly claws to get me, Sirius rushes in.
'Remus! Snap out of it!' he looks at me with his grey eyes and I realize boiling blood is running down from mine.
'Oh, Merlin!' he stares at the bloody tears that are staining the white sheets and finally puts his arms around me, kissing my dirty cheeks.
All I can manage is to lay my head on his shoulder and pray this moment lasts forever. The blank stare on my face always scares him half to death, but he always fights my reminiscent fears away.
'I thought I told you to keep the lights on, Moony!'
'It's useless...let Them take me, Sirius. I have no more strength left to fight it. In fact, I think it doesn't even hurt. I'll just disappear...' I whisper simply, as if explaining to him how werewolves can be killed. Mostly, this is what They're here for anyway.
'NO! You won't die, I'll personally see to it that you don't!'
He's so sweet! He used that bossy, confident tone! Too bad he can't save me from going under. Too bad, 'cause it's going to break his heart.
He spent the rest of the night with me, guarding my slumber, eyes wide open. I'm only afraid that soon, They will find a way to get past the Fortress charm Padfoot put upon me and...well...
In the morning, the sun comes as a blessing and I caress his soft black hair. Judging by the dark circles around his eyes and his pale skin, he really stood up all night. A tired, lopsided smile confirms it.
'You know, I really feel bad about this! I should have stayed at home than agree to spend the summer here and make you waste your nights away like this. You really don't have to, you know...'
'Oh, shut up, Lupin! I wouldn't have invited you if I had a problem with...you know, your ...problem!'
I laugh a little (he has this effect on me) and stand up. Naturally, I wonder why I even bother getting out of bed when I'll end up in the same place at night, but we have to get to Diagon Alley to get our supplies. So I head for the shower, wishing...Merlin knows what. I struggle to open the door, but it...just...won't...bloody hell!
'Ehm, you have to push to open it. Are you feeling alright, Remy?'
'I'm fine...'
'Hurry up, though, I don't want to...'
'...be late and make James and Peter wait, I know.' I give him a reassuring smile and manage to open the bloody door.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the lyrics to Linkin Park, Evanescence, The Rasmus and any other cool band I might think of. Only a few characters belong to me, so don't be suing me fer' nothing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Plus, I think there is some slash included.
CHAPTER 1: GOING UNDER
My wounds cry for the grave, / My soul cries / For deliverance / Will I be denied, / Christ, Tourniquet, my suicide!
I woke up with cold sweat going down my face. Rest seems to be nothing but a luxury I cannot afford and the silence is closing in on me. My room is sunken in cold, despondent darkness and my bed feels as certain and solid as quicksand. Cool, ephemeral lightning tears up the sky and a low rumble can be heard shortly after. I know I'm out of touch with this realm while I'm asleep, making me vulnerable and opening up doorways for Them. This is why I forbade myself from closing my eyes. In this dim light, it looks as if that old coat hanger is savagely throwing itself upon me and the room is moving, the ceiling is getting taller and the walls are dancing franticly up and down, up and down, my bed sprouts spider legs and is spinning me round and round. The wind hisses in my ears words of terror, and just when They stretch out Their ugly claws to get me, Sirius rushes in.
'Remus! Snap out of it!' he looks at me with his grey eyes and I realize boiling blood is running down from mine.
'Oh, Merlin!' he stares at the bloody tears that are staining the white sheets and finally puts his arms around me, kissing my dirty cheeks.
All I can manage is to lay my head on his shoulder and pray this moment lasts forever. The blank stare on my face always scares him half to death, but he always fights my reminiscent fears away.
'I thought I told you to keep the lights on, Moony!'
'It's useless...let Them take me, Sirius. I have no more strength left to fight it. In fact, I think it doesn't even hurt. I'll just disappear...' I whisper simply, as if explaining to him how werewolves can be killed. Mostly, this is what They're here for anyway.
'NO! You won't die, I'll personally see to it that you don't!'
He's so sweet! He used that bossy, confident tone! Too bad he can't save me from going under. Too bad, 'cause it's going to break his heart.
He spent the rest of the night with me, guarding my slumber, eyes wide open. I'm only afraid that soon, They will find a way to get past the Fortress charm Padfoot put upon me and...well...
In the morning, the sun comes as a blessing and I caress his soft black hair. Judging by the dark circles around his eyes and his pale skin, he really stood up all night. A tired, lopsided smile confirms it.
'You know, I really feel bad about this! I should have stayed at home than agree to spend the summer here and make you waste your nights away like this. You really don't have to, you know...'
'Oh, shut up, Lupin! I wouldn't have invited you if I had a problem with...you know, your ...problem!'
I laugh a little (he has this effect on me) and stand up. Naturally, I wonder why I even bother getting out of bed when I'll end up in the same place at night, but we have to get to Diagon Alley to get our supplies. So I head for the shower, wishing...Merlin knows what. I struggle to open the door, but it...just...won't...bloody hell!
'Ehm, you have to push to open it. Are you feeling alright, Remy?'
'I'm fine...'
'Hurry up, though, I don't want to...'
'...be late and make James and Peter wait, I know.' I give him a reassuring smile and manage to open the bloody door.