Part 11: Dreams
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Underground
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It was a cavernous room. And Ravyn had the feeling she was underground. She felt different, almost like she was a ghost or intangible. She looked down at herself. She looked solid enough, but her feet glided just above the ground. And she was clothed in a long black dress, wispy layers floated down to her feet. It was a halter dress, Ravyn realized, revealing the tattoo on her back.
But she wasn't self conscious about showing the scarred inking. In fact, she was proud of it.
The tattoo itself felt alive. It was warm, as if a fire burned just below the ink.
Then she heard the voice. Deep, commanding.
"Ravyn-" It was Undertaker.
He sat on the left side of a large being. 'A demon,' Ravyn thought. It was fleshy, with two horns atop it's bald head. It's flesh was a sickly green colour, but not scaly as she had imagined a demon would be. It was smooth, with small markings on the arms. The looked like triangles.
On the other side of the demon sat a woman. 'Sara,' Ravyn recognized 'Taker's "wife". But she was different. Long blonde hair was the same, as was her slight figure. But her hands were like talons, her face was twisted into an evil looking version of her former pretty self. Fangs protruded from bright crimson lips, eyes flashing red, and looking large and cat shaped. She too wore a long black dress, but hers was made of fishnet, and left little to the imagination.
Undertaker's long legs were clad in leather, and a black silk shirt hung loosely over his torso, only hinting at the muscle beneath it. He had a black cloak thrown over his shoulders, and motorcycle boots on his feet.
"Where am I?" There was that phrase again. Why couldn't she think of anything else to say?
"You're in the Lair of the Ministry of Darkness," the demon's voice was familiar, but Ravyn couldn't think of why. She was fairly certain she had never heard the hissing snake-like voice before.
She looked at him. "And you are?"
Undertaker almost laughed at her belligerence towards the Master. She was like him, at her age. And he told her that.
"You remind me of myself when I was twenty one," he said, his voice low and intimate. He appeared behind Ravyn, his hand on her shoulder. "Just learning about Power, about the darkness. Not knowing how to control it, or how to embrace it."
"Wha-" she began, but he shushed her with a finger on her lips.
"Quiet, Little One," he bent his head to her ear. "I can show you things you have never seen." Undertaker's voice was little more than a purr. A deep, rumbling purr, like that of a jungle cat.
Ravyn tried to back away, but found she couldn't. Dark energy swirled around her and 'Taker, binding her to him. He moved around her, stalking her, eyeing her. He reminded her of a black panther, hungry, licking his chops in anticipation.
'Anticipation of what?' But the thought left her mind when 'Taker's hand began to stroke her hair.
"Little One, do not worry, we don't plan on harming you," he told her, lips brushing her ear. His warm breath sending a shiver down Ravyn's spine. His hand moved from her hair, down the tattoo on her back. She felt energy pulsing there, through his hand. She arched her back, craving the energy.
She was so tired. So tired of Kane, so tired of fighting the darkness she had felt since birth. She was tired of the memories, of the blinding headaches from magick, of Heavynne's purity, and her tarnished soul. It felt good to give in to the darkness.
'No,' she shook herself. 'I can't-'
'You can,' Undertaker's seductive voice was in her mind. 'You know what you want. You know what you have to do.' And he kissed her.
It was unexpected, and Ravyn tried to pull away. But the dark energy had them linked together, and she gave it. It was warm and sweet, tinged with pain. The scars on her cheek tingled, and Undertaker put his warm hand over it, massaging the rippled flesh.
"Ravyn!" It was Kane's voice. Raspy and sore, but loud enough for her to hear.
Undertaker released her. 'Go back now, but remember what to do."
Ravyn nodded, and then she found herself back in the bath tub. By this time, the water was only luke warm. And someone was trying to knock the door down.
"One minute," she tried to keep her voice neutral. She wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door. A pang made it's way into her heart. It was Kane, and his eyes looked panicked.
"We thought-" he began, but she cut him off.
"I fell asleep in the tub," Ravyn smiled, putting a hand on his arm. "I'm fine. Just a little shook up about the scars."
'I understand, Little One,' he said in her mind.
Little One. Remember what you have to do.
"I know," she said out loud, putting the blocks up against him in her mind. Ravyn yawned. "I'm going to bed. Good nigh, Kane."
And she left him in the hallway of the apartment, went into her room, and locked the door behind her.
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Underground
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It was a cavernous room. And Ravyn had the feeling she was underground. She felt different, almost like she was a ghost or intangible. She looked down at herself. She looked solid enough, but her feet glided just above the ground. And she was clothed in a long black dress, wispy layers floated down to her feet. It was a halter dress, Ravyn realized, revealing the tattoo on her back.
But she wasn't self conscious about showing the scarred inking. In fact, she was proud of it.
The tattoo itself felt alive. It was warm, as if a fire burned just below the ink.
Then she heard the voice. Deep, commanding.
"Ravyn-" It was Undertaker.
He sat on the left side of a large being. 'A demon,' Ravyn thought. It was fleshy, with two horns atop it's bald head. It's flesh was a sickly green colour, but not scaly as she had imagined a demon would be. It was smooth, with small markings on the arms. The looked like triangles.
On the other side of the demon sat a woman. 'Sara,' Ravyn recognized 'Taker's "wife". But she was different. Long blonde hair was the same, as was her slight figure. But her hands were like talons, her face was twisted into an evil looking version of her former pretty self. Fangs protruded from bright crimson lips, eyes flashing red, and looking large and cat shaped. She too wore a long black dress, but hers was made of fishnet, and left little to the imagination.
Undertaker's long legs were clad in leather, and a black silk shirt hung loosely over his torso, only hinting at the muscle beneath it. He had a black cloak thrown over his shoulders, and motorcycle boots on his feet.
"Where am I?" There was that phrase again. Why couldn't she think of anything else to say?
"You're in the Lair of the Ministry of Darkness," the demon's voice was familiar, but Ravyn couldn't think of why. She was fairly certain she had never heard the hissing snake-like voice before.
She looked at him. "And you are?"
Undertaker almost laughed at her belligerence towards the Master. She was like him, at her age. And he told her that.
"You remind me of myself when I was twenty one," he said, his voice low and intimate. He appeared behind Ravyn, his hand on her shoulder. "Just learning about Power, about the darkness. Not knowing how to control it, or how to embrace it."
"Wha-" she began, but he shushed her with a finger on her lips.
"Quiet, Little One," he bent his head to her ear. "I can show you things you have never seen." Undertaker's voice was little more than a purr. A deep, rumbling purr, like that of a jungle cat.
Ravyn tried to back away, but found she couldn't. Dark energy swirled around her and 'Taker, binding her to him. He moved around her, stalking her, eyeing her. He reminded her of a black panther, hungry, licking his chops in anticipation.
'Anticipation of what?' But the thought left her mind when 'Taker's hand began to stroke her hair.
"Little One, do not worry, we don't plan on harming you," he told her, lips brushing her ear. His warm breath sending a shiver down Ravyn's spine. His hand moved from her hair, down the tattoo on her back. She felt energy pulsing there, through his hand. She arched her back, craving the energy.
She was so tired. So tired of Kane, so tired of fighting the darkness she had felt since birth. She was tired of the memories, of the blinding headaches from magick, of Heavynne's purity, and her tarnished soul. It felt good to give in to the darkness.
'No,' she shook herself. 'I can't-'
'You can,' Undertaker's seductive voice was in her mind. 'You know what you want. You know what you have to do.' And he kissed her.
It was unexpected, and Ravyn tried to pull away. But the dark energy had them linked together, and she gave it. It was warm and sweet, tinged with pain. The scars on her cheek tingled, and Undertaker put his warm hand over it, massaging the rippled flesh.
"Ravyn!" It was Kane's voice. Raspy and sore, but loud enough for her to hear.
Undertaker released her. 'Go back now, but remember what to do."
Ravyn nodded, and then she found herself back in the bath tub. By this time, the water was only luke warm. And someone was trying to knock the door down.
"One minute," she tried to keep her voice neutral. She wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door. A pang made it's way into her heart. It was Kane, and his eyes looked panicked.
"We thought-" he began, but she cut him off.
"I fell asleep in the tub," Ravyn smiled, putting a hand on his arm. "I'm fine. Just a little shook up about the scars."
'I understand, Little One,' he said in her mind.
Little One. Remember what you have to do.
"I know," she said out loud, putting the blocks up against him in her mind. Ravyn yawned. "I'm going to bed. Good nigh, Kane."
And she left him in the hallway of the apartment, went into her room, and locked the door behind her.