Also I apologise for my depiction of Kurt's accent, I figured it was better not to try, only certain German words are used (e.g. was for what) as for the rest you will have to imagine the fuzzy elf's beautiful voice.
Any and all dream sequences throughout this, or any of, my stories are in italics…thanks and good night
Chapter TwoKurt tried to ignore the vague apprehension building in his stomach; ever since his argument with Kitty he had felt uneasy, even slightly scared and he couldn't put his finger on the reason why.
Letting out a heavy sigh he concentrated on relaxing his muscles and ignoring the churning in his stomach; as ever when he felt sleep start to claim him he got the sense that someone was stood next to him, watching him.
"Lassen Sie es nicht weg erhalten!" (Don't let it get away!)
Kurt jumped at the sound of the angry voice, turning around he saw a priest walking at the head of a large crowd; he had a crucifix in his left hand and was clearly terrified.
They were clearly hunting something and Kurt started to look around him to see if he could help, he wondered briefly why they were advancing in his direction but dismissed it as unimportant.
"Lassen Sie es nicht weg erhalten!" (Don't let it get away!)
The cry came again from closer; a small child flung a rock from an open window and chanted in a sing-song voice.
"Ein Dämon! Ein Dämon!" (A demon! A demon!)
A demon? Where? Kurt span in a circle looking for the demon; of course he would help the priest and villagers catch it, even if it was probably just a wild animal.
As the crowd surged forwards as one Kurt heard a woman cry out, screaming, her voice so filled with pain and horror it tore right through Kurt. The villagers seemed not to notice and kept moving forwards as one; Kurt caught sight of the woman, apart from the crowd she knelt on the floor clearly sobbing.
Kurt jerked upright in his bed suddenly, large hands gripped his shoulders tightly; his own voice cried out in a tone so filled with fear he didn't recognise it as his own until he felt the rasping in his throat from the load cry.
"ICH NICHT EIN DÄMON!" (I'm not a demon!)
The dream slipped away from his mind like sand through his fingers until he couldn't even remember what he'd dreamt about; his fur was clumped together with sweat and his tail was still lashing wildly in agitation, and the large hands still held tight to his shoulders.
Blinking his luminescent eyes they finally focused on Logan who was sitting on the end of his bed looking worried.
"Hey, elf. You back with us?" The grip on Kurt's shoulders slackened as Logan realised Kurt was awake.
"Ja. Was happened?"
"You did." Logan let his hands fall to his sides, he kept an eye on Kurt; worried he would start crying again. "I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard you yelling, came in to see what was wrong and found you shouting in German loud enough to wake the whole mansion."
Kurt raised a hand to push the hair out of his face and was surprised to find his cheeks were wet with tears.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologise, you couldn't help it." Logan rose as if to go, the next question came out as though it cost great effort. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Nein, danke Professor Logan. I don't even remember what I dreamt about."
Logan grunted once in acknowledgment and left, making a mental note to talk to Professor Xavier about it in the morning, the way Kurt had been screaming in his sleep was not 'nothing' and needed to be sorted out.
As Kurt lay down once again he felt his eyes close almost at once; his sleep was untroubled and when he awoke the next morning he barely remembered his conversation with Logan let alone the nightmare.