Fang: I ended up randomly deleting this chapter either on purpose or accident... luckily for you, dear readers, I keep multiple backups of the complete version of my story on separate computers.
Tight metal cuffs bind me at the wrists and ankles, making it impossible to move. Ambient green light from an open ghost portal illuminates the tile ceiling above me. I attempt to yank my hands out of the cuffs, letting out a sharp hiss when they cut into my flesh. The cold sickly sweet smells of ectoplasm, fudge, and just a trace of blood permeate the air.
Daniel lies on the table opposite mine, slowly bleeding out through multiple vivisection wounds. My table is tilted up and shadows with gleaming red eyes cut me apart in a pool of icy white light, the cold shock of the blade running through my core.
I awaken to the sound of silence, of my heart pounding frantically in my chest and nothing else. Frantically I run my hands across my chest, where they cut into me in my dream. Lucky ghosts, who have no need of sleep, as a half ghost, a being made up of mental and emotional energy dreams can actually hurt. A phantom pain throbs dully in my wrists and chest. A nightmare, only a nightmare. I slump back against the pillows and take a glance at the clock. It's three in the morning, no one in their right mind but Daniel would be up at this hour.
With a groan I heave myself up out of my comfortable bed, there's no point in even attempting to get back to sleep after that. The drapes are drawn apart, letting the light of the moon shine through and into the room. Moving shapes flicker at the edges of my vision, and I am unsteady on my feet as I get off of the bed to stand before the window. I hold to the window ledge, trying to fight off my vertigo. This is the first time that I've been to bed in the last three days, and I had no more than two hours of sleep. If it wasn't nightmares it was worry over Daniel. Though my hybrid status reduces my need for sleep, it does not eliminate it entirely. How Daniel was ever able to adapt to his hectic schedule I shall never know.
I sigh in irritation; ever since he arrived here all of my thoughts have revolved around my little badger. Though I have a legitimate reason to worry, running myself into the ground isn't going to help either of us. The room steadies around me as nervous energy and the lingering bite of worry dispels any trace of drowsiness. I shift into my ghost form, and the bone-deep weariness recedes further to give way to the comforting hum of energy just beneath my skin and in my core.
I turn from the window and phase through the wall. I begin wandering aimlessly through the halls of the castle, with no particular destination in mind. As I have been in the recent days, I am drawn irresistibly to Daniel's room. The halls of the mansion are silent and still as I drift through them. It's nothing short of tragic that being vivisected is what it took for Daniel to join me here. Even now I'm not sure whether to be ecstatic, enraged, or depressed over the circumstances. It's odd to say the least.
Like the halls of the mansion Daniel's room is also still and silent. He has been feverish and delirious in turns, though he appears to be sleeping somewhat peacefully for the moment. Asides from the short period in which Samantha and Jasmine visited him, he has only awoken once, and even then he was not particularly coherent. I sweep aside the hangings on the bed and turn the gauze wrapping around his torso intangible before removing it. In the past two weeks since the vivisection the wounds have healed, giving way to deep scarring that will most likely take months to fade. A human would be cursed with the scarring for the rest of their natural life span, but our unique biology eventually breaks them down to make way for healthy tissue. I suspect that if it were otherwise, there wouldn't be any part of him that would be unmarked.
I check the nutrient and ectoplasm enhanced bag of saline at his bedside and disconnect him from it, now that the healing process has been mostly completed he should awaken soon. I am simultaneously looking forward to and dreading the occurrence.
Fang: Ended up being filler for some odd reason… sorry about that, couldn't be helped. *looks off to the side* Now that is incredibly unfair! Why does she get to sleep when I can't? *fanged grin* I'm probably going to regret this. *runs off to get ice water*