Ch. 4 – Why darken what deep within me ever flitters?
An endless field of darkness surrounded Davina. Darkness, in every direction as far as the eye could see. There were no features or landmarks to break up the darkness. She began to run. Towards what, she didn't know. She didn't care, as long as it saved her from this formless black.
Then, far in the distance she saw a faint light. She increased her speed, but didn't seem to draw any closer. She ran for what seemed like and eternity. Finally her strength gave out and she fell to the ground, crying out in despair. Tendrils of blackness reached out for her, their oily fingers brushing her soul. Davina struggled to free herself from their grasp, but the more she fought to free herself the more entangled she became. The darkness spread over her, choking the life from her. She screamed in terror.
Suddenly she was bathed in light, surrounded in a blanket of warmth. The darkness gave way, hissing, before the light. The light formed a shield through which the darkness could not pass, but it was still there. Waiting.
Davina bolted straight up in bed shaking and soaked in sweat. A hand descended on her shoulder and she jerked away with a gasp.
"Shh, easy now." Connor soothed as he sat down beside her. Davina sighed in relief, leaning against his shoulder. He wrapped a protective arm around her, try to chase away that last vestiges of her nightmare. "The dreams again?"
Davina nodded into his shoulder. She'd been having the same dream every few days for weeks now. It was absurd really, vampires weren't even supposed to dream. They were dead one moment and awake the next. But a few weeks ago Connor had found her after sunset, alive, but trapped within a nightmare. It was unheard of. She just had to be the special one didn't she? She was the closterphobic ex-druid who had terrifying and impossible nightmares. Sometimes being special sucked.
The closterphobia was easily handled, she just spent the day in a bed instead of a coffin. Besides it gave her a legitimate excuse to have Connor in her room, not that she really needed one. She breathed in his familiar scent wrapping it around her like a warm blanket. Blanket of warmth. The light. Always before in her dream the darkness had consumed her, but the light stayed far in the distance. Unattainable. But not this time. This time the light had saved her from the darkness. What did it mean?