Writing Prompt from timebird84 on Tumblr: "Challenge: Use the prompt to write a PotO related oneshot, #things I dreamt last night"
A/N: This is a small teasing glance into what happens later on in my fic "Once Upon Another Time". I really hope this tidbit leaves you wanting me to hurry up and post more chapters. The only difference and change to cater to this prompt is changing the perspective to Christine in the first person. Enjoy!
Ever since that awful, traumatic night so many years ago, the same dream haunted my slumber almost on a nightly basis. But there was something different about tonight, from the events of this afternoon… of HIM. My brain worked furiously to drudge of memories long forgotten, that I had for so long pushed away to save my sanity and my heart from further torment. But the things I dreamt last night were so different. The recurring nightmare was always the same, but for most of this summer, it lay dormant. There was something about the events of the afternoon, the party, the people, and a very specific PERSON, that awakened every frightening memory.
I felt Erik's heated kisses mapping every line and every detail from my lips down to my neck, seductively skating across my collar bone, his hands working frantically to peel off my clothing. My breath hitched at the sudden bite of teeth at the base of my throat. Suddenly feeling strong hands and fingers ripping the flesh at my hairline, gorging and digging into the nape of my neck. Earnest panting quickly giving way to blood curdling shrieks of pain and horror. This wasn't Erik's touches and caresses… Oh God, no, not him! "No! Stop it… please STOP IT! NO!" the words scorching my throat as I was pleading with helpless abandon. The gnashing of teeth and fingers continued ripping through my skin. "I told you, Christine… no one will love you like me. NO ONE!" Oh God, stop, NO! My fighting wasn't enough and the painful, gut wrenching gnashing of Kevin's teeth never ceased. "NO ONE CHRISTINE! NO ONE!"
With a strangled gasp, I jolted up from my deep slumber, my brown curls completely matted to my sweat-soaked face, neck, and back, tears streaming down my face. Just a dream, just a nightmare. I attempted to remind myself as I tried to adjust to this new setting while piling up my hair into a messy bun to find some kind of relief. I peaked at the nightstand and the dull green clock numbers peaked back at me, 3:36AM. Forcing my memory into the present, I remembered where I was: Meg and Raoul's house, spending the night. That's right, the party…