Chapter 2

Between Reality and Its Dream

She was wrapped in nothing but sheets, lying on something soft. Next to her lay the man of her dreams... Her lover... His hand was reaching out in an attempt to caress her. His dark hair framed his perfect features, and his eyes shone. Oh, those cruel but beautiful eyes...

She tried to reach out to his hand, but the whole image seemed to distort at the edges. His enchanting eyes were wiped away, along with his cold smile.

She then found herself running through a winter forest. She could feel the snow crunch under her bare feet, but the cold didn't touch her. She saw and felt the branches whip past her face, but they left no scratches.

The high-pitched wail of an infant pierced the silence, and an icy pain ran through her heart. Tears started to brim in her eyes.

She continued running, now going away from the sounds of the baby crying. For some reason it scared her to death. And her lover! Where was he now? Why had he left her?! What had she done so wrong!?!

She suddenly stopped, shut her eyes, and screamed. What had she done wrong!?! She pulled at her hair. It wasn't her fault! That damned child... that damned child...

And then suddenly her lover did appear. And he was beautiful as always, his naked body an image of perfection. But he didn't seem pleased. No, quite the contrary... He had that horrid look upon his face...

She gazed into his hating eyes as he raised his hand and beat her. He seized her and did it once more. Oh, how she tried to escape, but each time his hand would find its mark upon her face. And each time she would curse the baby. And each time, the baby would cry louder. And now, how she wanted to hurt it. She wanted to hurt the baby so badly...

But there was no baby. Only her lover and his fist, and only his stare of disgust. Only his hateful words that she didn't listen to. She didn't want this... She wanted none of it...

"No..." she slurred. He still struck her, but a bit softer than before.

"NO!" She managed to scream, wrenching out of his grasp and shielding herself with her arms. "STOP! NO!"

All was silent.

The baby had stopped.

He had stopped.

But then...

"Rebecca..."

She heard him calling her name softly.

"Rebecca..."

He had stopped. He had forgiven her.

"Rebecca."

She sighed in relief. Everything was going to be fine.

"Rebecca."

Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself staring at someone resembling an angel. She knew it was him. And he was glowing so beautifully. His eyes weren't cold and blue anymore. No... In fact, they were a beautiful shade of red... Quite inviting and warm...

She smiled and laughed softly. He stared back at her, expressionless. But she knew what she had to do...

She leaned and kissed him. It had been such a long time...

"I love you..." she murmured quietly, and then her mind drifted once more into the vast endlessness of sleep.

* * *

As Silas locked the door, a blood-curling scream made him stop. His blood started to boil. The wench had awoken and probably realized what kind of a situation she was in.

He flung open the door and hurled into the room in which he was harboring the woman. He was furious beyond understanding, and completely intent on beating her until she knew her place. She would learn to be subservient, just like he was to God!

As he strode over to where she was lying on his bed, he realized that she was still sleeping, albeit unpleasantly.

He could see that something was bothering her. She couldn't possibly be faking it. Her eyes were moving rapidly under her lids, and her breathing was uneven. Her body constantly jerked in random directions.

Silas cringed as she screamed once more and started clawing at herself.

He needed to shut her up before anyone heard her.

Doing the only thing he knew that quieted people down, he leaned over her and slapped her in the face with all his strength. For a moment her body stopped, but then she continued writhing, and was now clawing at his arms and hands.

Silas' anger grew, and this time he was unable to contain himself. He grabbed the woman's flailing arms and struck her in the face, this time his hand in a fist. Before checking if the woman had calmed or not, he hit her again, and then again.

As he raised his hand to hit her once more, the pathetic woman finally screamed in protest, and lifted her arms to protect herself.

"STOP! NO!"

He thought that she had finally awoken, but the signs of her nightmares carried on, and now tears were sliding down her face and coming to rest at her neck.

And as he stood there, his fist still clenched and slightly raised, he knew that his anger had made him commit a sin. And as his eyes fell upon the young woman's disgusting form, he felt the slightest bit of pity. Just barely enough to compel him to attempt to wake her in a softer manner.

Awkwardly, and intentionally keeping far away from the girl, Silas knelt down beside the bed. His face was set into a grim expression as he tried to recall the name he had read on her license.

"Rebecca..."

The word felt strange rolling off his tongue, and his voice cracked. When was the last time he'd spoken a name other than the Lord's and that of his fatherly bishop?

The woman's eyes were still moving rapidly and her breathing remained fast. However, it was noticeable that her jerking had ceased.

Once more he said her name, this time a bit more confidently.

"Rebecca..."

It seemed as if she had heard, for she slowly rolled over to face him. She clutched at her pillow, and pressed her tear-stained face against it. Her eyes remained closed tight.

Silas sneered slightly in abhorrence, and all pity vanished. He would have to discard of the pillow as soon as his schedule would allow him to.

This time more forcefully and with a touch of annoyance, Silas repeated the name.

"Rebecca."

He leaned in to see if she had finally roused, and repeated her name as loud as he dared without making her convulse again.

"Rebecca."

She opened her eyes, and stared at him with a far-off gaze. A impromptu feeling of nausea overcame Silas. He wasn't used to being this close to another human being, and it made him feel drenched in an emotion that closely resembled contempt.

He opened his mouth to speak. Almost instantly the young woman's mouth pressed against his, and a cold chill ran through his body. As realization sank in, Silas' heart hammered, and he jerked away, wiping his mouth vigorously.

The filthy whore smiled and whispered something.

"I love you..."

Silas didn't even bother to hide his disgust as he leaped up and stormed out of the room, his fist clenched so tight that his palm was already bleeding. His stomach churned and he gagged a few times as he entered another dark and unfurnished room. On one of the walls hung a cross, directly next to a fireplace. And the Discipline was lying on the stool in front of it, immediately prepared for his use.

He fell to his knees facing the cross.

Women... Such whorish, infernal creatures. They would lead him to his death if he gave in to them. They were useless, good for only certain male desires...

Impure images flashed through Silas' mind, and he felt the sinful sensation of lust growing in his loins.

Silas emanated a cry of anger, furious at how women could affect him in such an empowering way.

His thoughts started to be clouded by his sexual hunger. He lunged for his Discipline.

His mission would have to wait.

Repenting could not.


1) First of all, thank you to marblememo for my first review on this story. Thanks to GivenCircumstances as well for more motivating words! Also, thanks to 13, who has been urging me for quite some time to actually continue one of my stories. [ADVERTISING: She's currently working on a 'Legion' FanFic, so yeah... ;) ;) ;) ]

2) Same thing as last time: On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being least, 10 being most, if that hasn't been clarified for you yet) how much of a Mary Sue is my character, so far? (A character has to have a bit of drama in their lives, otherwise there's no way a plot could form!)

3) I hope that the second chapter was a bit more legible (in word organization and sentence structure). Constructive criticism is adored! :)

4) I'm working diligently on the 3rd chapter, but I plan on digressing sometime in April! :D

5) ALL HAIL PAUL BETTANY!!! 3 :D

~Misirou~