Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, and if I were making money off it I'd have quit my jobs by now.
She woke.
Cold, great cold. The song was gone, but there was somebody saying her name. Reika.
The corroding pain was still there, lingering from her dreams. It was part of her, devouring her. She was not supposed to wake up, but the voice was his. A little of the pain receded.
In the dream of the Abyss he had come. No one knew but her. There were dreams she should not have brought here.
It was forbidden to open her eyes. The blue light hurt. But if she could see him once more...
He was there. She could see him now. Kaname. He was smiling.
At first.
*
She woke again.
She did not remember coming here. She did not remember moving. Was she not pinned down?
*
She woke again.
A little farther away now. Water running all around her. She thought the world was engraved with pain. She couldn't stay asleep. She couldn't stop dreaming.
*
She woke again.
The little girl in red and white, lying on stone at the bottom of the staircase. Reika had been standing there a while, staring past the pain.
She was sorry. She was envious. Amane at least was sleeping.
*
She woke again.
It was all silent, dark. They had fled before her, locking the doors with locks she could not break.
But the pain kept growing. It was in the air, graven on the darkness, the hidden face of the moon. They kept offering it to her, but she could not take it. She gave it back. It spread.
*
She woke again.
Candles illuminated the hallway but never burned any lower. The roof had collapsed. The snow was falling in, not settling. Underground, water was running, and underground, she and Kaname lay side by side, and never touched.
One moment, etched in.
*
She woke again.
The song was faint, the hammers chiming like bells. A girl's thin voice was singing. Reika looked out past the holly in her eyes, reached out a blind hand, sleepwalking, running through water. Hisame turned and laughed, as if she had known.
*
She woke again.
Everyone was dead, but it did not stop. The dream spread like mould, into the world.
*
She woke again.
The Manor, the snow, that moment...
*
She woke again.
Always...
Etched in...
*
She woke again.
Please...
*
She woke again.
...let me sleep.
