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Chapter 9
The room was coated in darkness. No light emitted fro the outside world for thick swirling clouds that appeared to be threatening rain had covered a crescent moon. Storm lay awake in her bed.. the expectations of sleep had been given only briefly, for she had awoken in the early hours of the morning and had yet to fall back into slumber. But as her eyes stared at the milky aura of the moon behind its natural veil she felt her eyes droop shut.
Whilst her body drifted into sleep, her movements became active. She sat up off the bed, her lulling eyes now widely open. But the pupils within were large and seemingly disfigured. She stretched to a standing position out of the bed and walked slowly around the bed. She was completely unaware of her actions, for Storm was now sleepwalking.
Her movements were oddly fluid, drifting but graceful, like some spirit. She slowly pulled her door open softly passing out into the dark corridor. She looked around at the stretch of the corridor, seeing no one, she proceeded onwards down the corridor, coming upon the staircase and softly climbing up to the next floor and then walking on.
Her body stopped outside one of the doors, hand automatically lowering to grip the handle. It turned slowly, but the door did not open. Locked. But this did not deter the sleepwalker. She appeared to still have control of her powers whilst in this mental entrapment. Her arms outstretched either side of her scantily dressed form and a sudden wind beckoned from the air around her, swirling. It intensified greatly before spiralling forward to the door and noisily barging into it. The lock snapped, the door slammed open. A grunt came from within the room as the sleeping figure was mildly disturbed by the noise, but they slept on.
Storm walked slowly into the room, stepping around the furniture and other various items with ease. A mild breeze still flowed with her, making the material of her short silk nightdress flap gently against her thighs, the pale blue alluring against her dark skin. Her hair billowed grandly behind her head. A soft light filled the room, for the clouds had parted slightly to reveal the luminous blush of the moon. Long shadows stretched across the cover of the bed, glowing white light bringing a strange aura to the sleeper. Storm proceeded forward to the bed, as if her actions were entirely normal. She stopped at the foot of the bed before proceeding to climb upon it, crawling across the covers slowly on her hands and knees, slowly coming closer to where the sleeper's head lie. Her eyes stared down at it with determination, but no other hints of Ororo lie within the gaze. In fact, the stormy blue gaze of her eyes were no longer that shade.. but a dark reddish brown.
The sleeper murmured quietly in their sleep, arousing at the distant realisation that they were not alone. Their head turned gently to face the other way. It was Scott. Storm slowly stopped by his head, kneeling gently on the duvet. She studied him with the same strange eyes that stared as if looking straight through him, not studying, nor inspecting as normal eyes would. They were just deadly still, as if blind. But they were guiding her movements, she could see. Her hand moved slowly towards Scott's face, the blood had returned in her fingernails, but it was ignored, or she was unaware. She gently rested her palm on Scott's face, cupping his jaw tenderly in her hand. She then spoke, eyes closing, "I hope you are dreaming of me.." her voice came out in a whisper, "..for you cannot see me any other way." Her head lowered closer, watching the closed eyes of the sleeping Scott; luckily he wore his visor as he slept. He had decided it would be safer since he recently had reoccurring nightmares that made him jolt and awaken in the night, causing him to blast away much of his furniture in the process.
Still unaware of her actions, Storm remained sat beside him on the bed, still uncomfortably close to the man's face. Her eyes shut before opening slowly, the brown eyes watching as the blood from her fingers began to trail across the man's face, and for one strange moment she wondered why he wasn't wakening at the warm stream of the liquid. But that thought quickly disappeared as she spoke again, eyes re-closing, "For one night, I am with you again," then suddenly, her face had lowered closer to his face and softly her lips enclosed around his in a soft and delicate kiss that was only the result of years of ongoing love. Scott was rousing, his face consorting somewhat confusedly. Storm continued to kiss him, lips closing around his in continuous motions, done ever so tenderly. But then suddenly, behind the visor, Scott's eyes burst open and with a surprised shout he jerked his head backwards
At the noise Storm's closed eyes slowly lifted, the brown shade back to their normal blue. Her pupils focused upon Scott's horrified face. She was awake. She made a frightened gasp, spinning her head as she glared around the room, looking back at Scott, then down at the bed she was kneeled upon. Why was she in here? How did she get in here? She looked back to Scott, making another terrified noise as she saw her hand upon his face, the blood from her fingernails had dripped upon his face, smearing horrifying trails down his face that he seemed oblivious too. She threw her hand back, suddenly screaming in what sounded like intolerable fright. She stared at his lips, blood was glistening upon them, and she could taste blood on her own lips. The more she screamed, the foggier her surroundings were coming, the more blood appeared. Her hands were coated, staining her arms, dripping on the bed.
Scott moved closer to her, him unaware of any blood, for in reality there was none on him or her. "Storm?" he asked, leaning over her as she cowered down on the bed on her back, staring upwards with wide and frightened eyes. Storm switched her eyes upon him, grimacing and shrieking her disgust as the blood from his face dripped off his skin and splashed sickeningly on her face. She cried out horrifyingly, writhing at the foul stench that was taking over her. As her gaze blackened her into unconscious she could hear a female whisper into her ear, and nails digging into her shoulder, "Not feeling queasy I hope?" lips brushed her ear and she cried out as she tried to get away from them, the comforting hold trying to take her shoulders vanished as she spiralled out of reality and into a world of blackness.
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