Title: The Man in the
Silver Mask
Authors: Godiloveslash
Rating: PG (For Now)
Series: Ongoing
Warning: In later chapters you will need your tissues and there might be a
character death later on, so you are warned.
Summary: Jana has had the same dream for a year. Two men in masks one silver and one gold ask her to dance, but one ends up killing her and she dies in the others arms. What does it mean and why does she whisper the name Gabriel when she wakes up?
Disclaimer: Please don't sue, because nothing that you might recognize is mine. The characters from Van Helsing belong to their creators and Jana and the Magnus coven belong to me.
Chapter One: The Dream
The dream never changes from night to night. The same players are in the same situations and nothing makes sense. It begins like this; I am standing in a cavernous ballroom alone waiting for something that I cannot put a name to. I walk to the center of the room and begin dancing spinning around and around until everything is one big blur. Suddenly I am no longer alone for a man in a golden mask has appeared and is watching me dance. "Please do not stop," he purrs in a light tone when I notice him, but I am too shy to continue.
Without a word he takes me in his arms and we dance across the floor lost in a world I'm quite sure I don't want to be in. The golden man whispers things about the "Angel of Death" into my ear and words about trust and faith that I know to be lies. I slowly become aware of a third person in the room, a man in a silver mask with long dark hair spilling down his back. My heart leaps because this is the something that I have been waiting for.
Slowly the silver man paces clearly not happy that I am in the golden man's arms, but knowing that he can do nothing about it. Finally the dance ends and I turn to the silver man ready to run to my lover. But the golden man holds me back a moment and hisses into my ear. "As long as I control the world he shall never have you." With a cry of rage he sinks a small golden knife into my stomach and twists the weapon cruelly.
I make no sound as I fall, but I hear my lover crying my name over and over. The sound startles me because I know my silver man is one of very few words and much action. I try to sooth him, but I cannot speak. My world fades to a tiny pinprick of light and I feel my heartbeat slow as my lover again calls out my name. I smile at him pleased but saddened at the show of emotion for I know it has come too late.
This is the point at which I wake up with the name Gabriel on my lips and unshed tears in my eyes. I don't understand why I have been having this dream for more than a year, but as a Witch I want to find out, and as a women I want to stop the waterfall of my phantom lover's tears.