Yes, another Vlad and Agnes fic. I couldn't resist it. Read and review please. Oh, almost forgot I own nothing but the dreamscapes.
Because in dreams we are all mad...
In Dreams
Imagine the Discworld. Imagine two particular places on it: Lancre and Uberwald. Imagine two dwellings : a castle and a cottage. Imagine two people in these places: a witch and a vampire. Imagine three minds casting out into the night, unbidden and instinctively, the subconscious free and wild, making obscene gestures at consciousness and screaming defiance at common sense. The subconscious likes dreams. Dreams are easier to control, dreams are when the rest of the mind takes a tea break and the subconscious mutinies, stealing the controls and heading for horizons comprised of unacknowledged desires.
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She was standing on nothing, as far as she could tell. She was just floating above a cloud-like substance that shimmered and moved, like the sea, flowing first one way, then the other. It looked so unreal, so insubstantial that it couldn't possibly take her weight, or anyone else's for that matter. This didn't seem to bother it, so she tried not to think of it, in case the landscape took note of her thoughts and realised that it was behaving extremely inappropriately. Which was when she realised it was not a landscape, but a dreamscape.
It was beautiful, she had to admit. It was as though someone had reduced very fine, very expensive jewels to gas and then let the vapour form in a huge glass jar, for the sheer luxury of being able to do so. It was frivolous, impractical and heart-rendingly beautiful, a shifting ocean of shining fog. And it had another occupant.
Agnes' breath caught, because she knew this person. No one else mixed such an intoxicating cocktail of feelings within her. She feared him, mocked him and was mocked by him, envied him, was repulsed by him and entranced by him.
'Vlad...' Half question and half statement it hung in the ether.
'Didn't I say we'd meet again?' He was smiling the kind of devilish smile that can only be achieved with fangs. 'I keep my promises Agnes.'
I wish you didn't. I'm glad he does. How the hells did you end up in MY dream? Our dream. Don't see why you should get all the fun. Now say something or I will. And do try not to sound too stupid, for my sake.
'This isn't real.' And you're in control because...
'What is?' He sighed. 'No, not conventionally real, I suppose, but real in a way. Real for now.'
Agnes tried to sigh with relief but Perdita thwarted her. Don't you dare ruin this for me or I'll start talking to Oats on your behalf. Do you really want that? NO! Well then be civil, and if possible attractive, though I know that's asking a lot.
'Where is this place then?' Okay I'll let you get away with that because it's an interesting question.
He shrugged, in the rakish way only a vampire can. 'I'm afraid this place is yours, not mine.' He cast a hand through the cloud. 'Quite pretty, really. Vague though.' Another smile. 'Perhaps if you concentrated a little more things could be even better next time.'
'There's not going to be a next time.' YES THERE IS.
'Of course there's going to be a next time. And there's some very good reasons why, but should I tell you the most important one?'
'If you want.' Oh, cold but probably just the right amount of indifference to maintain his interest-you actually did something right. Perhaps we should commemerate this event somehow. A small medal or something. Shut up.
He leant forwards until his face was inches from hers. 'Because I promise you we will meet again, Agnes Nitt.'
That was when the dreamscape broke into glittering shards and Agnes woke up.
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