A/N: This is supposed to be a little ambiguous. I really like this chapter, but it's very explicit.
WARNING: Mature and offensive content. You have been warned!
My body was encompassed in coolness. I floated effortlessly, a vivid blue filling my vision, endless, ethereal. My lids drifted lazily down, the up, again and again in the same languid motion. The busy whispers and continuous flickering images of my mind had stilled, mercifully silent. I felt like I had escaped time itself, suspended in this infinite moment of perfect clarity.
The water I laid upon licked at my skin, cool but never cold, the sun warming me, though I couldn't see even a hint of it's sharp light. A sigh of contentment whispered from my lips, which was lost into the limitless stillness of the endless ocean.
Then the water rippled along one side of my body, disrupted by another. Undisturbed by the presence I turned my head slightly to look at them. Bastian's vivid green eyes stared back at me, bright with a sensual hunger.
His warm hand slid over my stomach to grip my waist softly. As I allowed my body to be submerged the water was a cool kiss against hotter places. I wrapped my arms around his neck, watching his wicked smile with a dreamy contentment. His hands stroked my skin, one reaching round my back to rest on the curve of my behind, quietly possessive. The raw power of him, the dominant pure male essence of him a steady beat against my senses. The song was a drum in my veins, burying in my heart and lower deeper places. I pressed myself closer, my aura merging with his until I couldn't tell one from the other.
He smiled at the sensation of my being sliding over his in a psychic caress. He responded in kind, the sensual stroke smoothly seductive. I shivered in his arms, eyes drifting closed for a bare moment. When I met his gaze again the desire was a live animal inside them. Without hesitation I pressed my lips against his, biting his lip with a brazenness I never possessed in my waking hours. He kissed me back with a slow deliberation, his tongue dancing with my own. I buried my fingers in his silky hair and moaned into his mouth.
In one swift move he gripped my thighs and lifted me onto his hips. I pressed myself against the hard heat of him, my skin alive with electric pleasure. He whispered debauched desires to me, making me burn from the inside out. A groan of approval slipped from my lips when he ground his hips against mine.
As we seared in each others embrace the world shifted and morphed. The lapping water became soft silk, the cobalt sky darkened to the aged white of Bastian's bedroom ceiling. Light streamed through the window, making his skin glow that impossible golden colour. Sweat glistened on his built chest as he hovered above me, his arms brackets on either side of my head. I looked up at him through my lashes, and his expression stole my breath.
His eyes didn't blaze with heat, but instead smouldered with intense warmth. Emotion overflowed from his gaze, spilling from his very being, lavishing me in the sweetness of it, utterly all-consumed. My breath stuttered and caught in my throat, tears welling at his unspoken declaration.
I rose and met him in a delicate kiss that laid my heart upon his own, our souls in a eternal embrace. Then his body completed that union, and I wrapped myself around him, kissing him tenderly. He returned it as our bodies moved together.
As we set a wilder rhythm, the world around us forgotten, I barely noticed when the silk sheets turned harder, and began to scratch my back with every thrust. My eyes were closed, I didn't see the walls warp into a foul shade of grey, splattered with things I couldn't imagine. I fell out step with Bastian, and each stroke turned harder, bordering on vicious.
As the scent of blood from my bruised back stained the air I gasped, pain a sharp blade that cut through me and brought my thundering down to earth. His hand gripped my neck in a hold that didn't speak of Bastian's usual gentle possessiveness, but of anger and unyielding dominance. My eyes flew open but my lover was nothing more than a shadow above me. I struggled to breathe, my lungs crying for air. My hips felt bruised, my thighs ached and inside was a painful burn that brought tears to my eyes.
"Bas…" I wheezed, reaching out desperately to try and stop him.
Then he slapped me. So hard it made my ears ring. I laid in stunned silence while he grunted above me, the slap hadn't even made him pause in his assault on my body.
A salty wetness touched my lips. Tears soaked my cheeks.
"Bastian…"
Light filled the room for a moment, from some unknown source, and illuminated Bastian's face. Shock and fear consumed me. It wasn't his emerald eyes that bore down on me, or the soft curve of his smile, but instead a stranger had taken his place, his face contorted in a uncontrollable rage.
Then he looked at me. His eyes looked like rusted pennies, dull and dirty, bleeding into the whites until I couldn't tell one from the other. But it wasn't the sight of those inhuman eyes, but the lack of any humanity in them, the tore the scream from my lips.
I screamed until my throat cracked. Until I could feel it bleed.
My captor grinned manically above me, mouth full of fanged teeth. And then he bit me. He tore and ravaged my neck while he did the same to my body. My screams gurgled as blood filled my throat and spilled from my lips.
Garnet!
Bastian's voiced filled my mind like sweeping winds in the desert. I clung to it, trying to pull myself back to reality. As Bas's presence soothed me I recognised the nightmare for what it truly was. A vision. A horrifically vivid vision.
The sensations that felt so real began to fade, though the monster's face continued to hover above me. I cried out again, and flung my mind out towards Bastian's. He psyche 'caught' mine, enveloping me in his energy, the sheer force of his unconditional care and protection allowing me to draw breath into my lungs again.
Light flooded the room and the beast vanished, leaving me alone in my bed. The feeling of my violation clung to me like slick oil on my skin.
My stomach revolted. I rolled and vomited onto my bedroom floor, shaking. The tears continued to flow while my stomach cramped and seized. My skin felt clammy and ached, like it was stretched tight over my bones.
Steady hands pulled my hair away from my mouth, rubbed gently across my back. I sobbed as the retching threatened to expel my very organs from my body. When they subsided I fell back against Bastian's waiting chest, quivering. He pushed away strands of hair that clung to my sweaty face and neck, murmuring softly to calm me.
"B…Bas…" I tried, but my throat closed up.
"Ssh, it's ok, I'm here." He pulled me into his lap and rocked me gently.
As the images reared their ugly head again I tried to focus on the bright light that exposed every hidden corner of the room, the warmth of Bas's body, the small kiss he placed on my temple. His power slid hesitantly over my own, creating a protective shield that encompassed me. The tender embrace touched me on a visceral level and chased away the shadows of my mind.
"Garnet…your back is bleeding." His voice was tight with fear and concern. His fingers tentatively moved across my injured back.
Terror gripped me like a knife through the heart. Shuddering as I took in a shaky breath I pulled away from Bastian's chest.
Finally I found my voice, "My visions…they're evolving."
"They're manifesting into reality." He paled and looked at my back in horror.
Silent tears slid down my cheeks, "Yes," I whispered.
His jaw twitched, his expression becoming hard, "Or someone is making them real."
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I gripped Bastian's top so hard my nails sheared holes in it. The idea of someone controlling me, my powers, made me feel sick. A violation in the supernatural world that was terrible taboo, akin to rape or torture. Something that could land a person in jail for life.
The thought made me squeeze my legs together and hope that Bastian didn't notice the blood on my thighs.
He began to rise, "I'm not leaving you alone tonight. If someone is tampering with your visions, making you see things that don't just scare you, but hurt you, they might strike twice in one night. If I stay I can at least stop them from getting at you again."
He paused and looked down at me, guilt heavy in his eyes, "I won't let it happen again. We weren't prepared before, but never again Garnet, I promise you."
He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear then he made to leave the room. Panic made my heart beat double time and my hand shot forward to grip his wrist, "Don't leave me."
"I need to get this cleaned up G," he motioned at the puddle of vomit that had begun to fill the room with its sharp foul smell, "I'll only be gone a minute, to get cleaning supplies."
He left and I pulled the covers away from my sticky skin. As I moved I almost expected the world to warp and shift again, into another hellish dreamscape. Pretending the shadows didn't reach for me I slipped into the bathroom.
The light blinked on, glaring off the white tiles, blinding me momentarily. I moved to the sink on autopilot, eyes held shut against the harsh brightness. I braced my hands on the sink while I adjusted, too scared to keep my eyes shut for too long.
Bile stung my throat and my breath smelt foul. With shaky hands I began to brush my teeth, the movement slow and methodical. Breathing deeply through my nose I tried to slow my rapid heartbeat. I was beginning to succeed when I glanced up at the mirror.
Pure white eyes stared back at me, the pupils like a black hole, drawing me in.
My heartbeat rocketed, like a trapped bird in my chest. I dropped my toothbrush and backed away until I hit the cold glass of the shower. The cold made me start and I broke eye contact with the monster in the mirror. When I looked back, mouth open, sucking in a breath to scream, he was gone.
The image of those eyes haunted me.
The eyes of a demon.
A/N: The plot thickens!