The same voice that had spoken to him many times over and over again.
"Join me Blade... together, you and me... we can be strong... again..."
"GO AWAY!" Blade screamed at it. "LEAVE ME BE!"
Perpetual darkness surrounded Blade. He turned and ran. He ran as fast as he could, the same sinister voice following him. "We can be one again..."
No matter how fast he ran, it seemed like he was going nowhere. It was useless. The darkness surrounded him, dragging him down to him, dragging him down to his knees, suffocating him.
Blade drew his sword, slashing at the darkness that surrounded him. Over time, his futile efforts of slashing became slowed, his breathing became more and more restricted, the darkness engulfed him, obscuring his vision, taking over his body.
Rage. Hatred. Anger. Consumed by these feelings and more, the only thing that crossed his mind right now, was a blurred vision of two figures, both with what looked like a small smile on their faces.
"Mother..." Blade whimpered. "Father..."
"You could have saved them..."the voice whispered to him. "The power we share... you could have saved them..." and as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared from his sight.
Blade awoke quickly, waking Megan in the process. Panting heavily, a cold sweat dripping down his neck.
"Blade! Blade, what's the matter?" Megan whispered, a sense of worry in her voice.
Blade slowly looked at her. He hadn't had these dreams since Slash was born, and that was nearly 16 years ago. Even then, he hadn't told her about these dreams, or about his past. He took her hand and stared at her worried face, not wanting to worry her more.
"It's nothing Megan. Just go back to sleep."
"Blade, this has been happening an awful lot lately." She persisted. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Blade just smiled. "It's just been really hard for me with the FF lately. Don't worry." He gave her a soft peck on the lips. "Everything is just fine. Now come on, we should get some sleep, it is Slash's birthday tomorrow and he's gonna be really peeved if his parents fall asleep on the most important birthday of his life."
Megan rolled over, still concerned about Blade. He slid his arm over her waist and cuddled her closely. A small grin of comfort crept over her face and she slowly drifted back off to sleep. Blade hated lying to her. He hated lying about what he was, what he could become, and worse... what could possibly become of their son.
He's gone 16 years... Blade thought to himself. Maybe, just maybe...