Jessie collapsed, giggling, against James after they were finally finished pleasing each other. He held her close against him, running his hands along her back and he bit her neck gently in between doses of soft kisses, them both having just discovered she liked it a lot. He jolted back suddenly and apologised for breaking her skin, which she hadn't even realised as she was so caught up in the moment. The quick movement made her head forget her endorphins a lot and remember how full of alcohol her bladder was a whole lot more, so she grabbed some toilet roll and raced into the depths of the forest before she embarrassed herself by wetting herself—and him.

She stumbled repeatedly while she tried to walk in a straight line, cursing herself for being so drunk and worse, for giggling at everything. She stubbed her toe heavily and fell forwards gracelessly; landing painfully and she felt the open skin James mentioned as it grazed off a stone she dislodged. Giggling again, she decided there was as good a place as any and relieved her bladder, failing to notice the slight black fog coming from beneath the stone and gliding menacingly towards and entering the cut on her neck. Shivering, she stood to go back to her lover—and hopefully more—and noticed she could see her breath crystallising in the air, she must have still been warm from her alcohol-influenced antics when she entered the forest or so she assumed. She wasn't aware it was the foreign entity making her and the world colder, now she'd broken the seal to its prison. Now all it needed was to get the rest of its 'body' to rejoin it from the other location and it could resume the reign of terror and fear it had once launched before its capture all those centuries ago.

As Jessie neared him, James gathered her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately, moment being slightly ruined by her staggering again and them both ending up in a heap on the ground. The only thing she really noticed was her giggling was less frequent showing she was sobering up a bit, deciding to make the most of it while it lasted she asked to move under his covers to warm her up a bit, really feeling the sting of the air now but he hadn't noticed it at all. Then again, he didn't have the creator and manipulator of dark emotions running in his veins either.

An hour later, she nestled in against his still-sweating body; hers had cooled down a lot faster this time so she was glad of his heat, knowing she was the reason for it. She felt more at peace than she ever had before, and she was glad he'd got her through the hardest parts of her life by being there, or even just by listening to her whenever she felt she needed to open up to someone before she was swallowed whole by her anxiety. She looked up into his eyes as he calmly stroked her hair, and whispered softly to him.

"I'm glad I'm sober now, I was afraid I'd wake up and it was all just a dream. I've wanted to be in your arms for so long now, properly, not just like we've been touchy feely…I feel truly safe for the first time in my life"

"I've been sober for a long time now; you had that effect on me with your teasing during the game. I would have been happy with just kissing you, but I'm glad you let me get that close to you. I never thought you'd be my first, I thought you never felt this way about me at all. I've loved you for what feels like all my life."

"You just did. Gods I am such an easy lay"

"That's not what I meant. And don't be like that, please. I thought you wanted it, I'm really sorry if you didn't but I got caught up in my dreams I guess, I love you"

"I did. I don't want to believe you though. I've been hurt being told that before, everyone who says it goes away. I don't want you to leave."

"I won't, I never want to see you go. No one will love you the way I do."

"Promise me you'll tell me tomorrow morning, when I know you're completely sober even if you have the worst hangover ever. I want to make sure I'm sober enough to believe it."

"I promise you."

As he kissed her, she felt a surge of emotions hitting her hard. She didn't want another man to abuse her. She didn't want to believe him, but she didn't want him to lie either. She turned onto her other side, blaming a stiff hip, when really she just didn't want him to see the tears inexplicably in her eyes. He held her body against him with just the right amount of pressure so she felt close to him but didn't feel forced there either. She closed her eyes tightly as she held his forearms embracing her, wondering why she wanted to cry her eyes out; it wasn't like her to get this emotional, so she blamed the drink and changed circumstances. But he was still not allowed to notice this weakness, she vowed. She still felt cold in spite of his heat and the covers (he insisted on using hers too for extra heat even though he personally was sweltering). She fell asleep eventually, feeling comfort in his arms, wondering if he really meant what he said.

Once she fell asleep, the part of Mihrasta that was free set to work. It had been all too easy to inundate her thoughts when she was still elated, and gleefully noticed the misery that had started to appear when she subconsciously registered its presence. It could not make its mother feel so miserable though, as she was ultimately responsible for its freedom, so it fed on her weak points to make her angry instead. Mihrasta preferred misery and fear but a sacrifice should be made for her at least. The thoughts still spinning in Jessie's head in her slumber were perfect for manipulating, if it had a mouth it would have grinned sadistically. If this all went to plan, soon it would have its body and full power back.

Jessie's dreams were horrible. She wanted to wake up and have James admit they weren't true, but she could remember him saying stuff in such detail she was afraid to. Mihrasta's handiwork had just chopped and changed truth with fabrication, and she didn't realise this as she naturally thought it was all true.

"I've been sober for a long while now, since you had that effect on me in the game. Good how you get drunk so easy. I knew you were an easy lay"

He couldn't he? Did he just deliberately get me drunk for sex?

"I thought you wanted it, got caught up in my dreams."

He used me. He hurt me physically .

"I want to see you leave. No one will love you"

Oh gods, he raped me. He did. It's all I am for him. I hate him for this. I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!

Mihrasta grew stronger by each outburst. The more Jessie had the drawn-out nightmare, the more convinced she was, allowed Mihrasta to take full control of her thoughts and emotions permanently, capable of making her believe its lies. Every time she felt the hate within her, James' vertebrae became victim to a great pain. It made the weather in the whole area into an icy blizzard, leaving the one clear route for any traveller to take in a twenty mile radius to cross the path above the other seal. But to break out of that cell, it would need a pokémon as a temporary host. If all else failed it could make its mother drop one of hers into the crevice it would create, but her being hurt that way wouldn't please it. Not when it could use her to hurt others in far more extreme manners. It was just incredibly pleased that the snow made its hostess' thoughts even darker and more depressed, though irritatingly it kept losing control now and again and she felt guilt about what she did, not really believing the lies anymore. But no matter, Mihrasta thought, there were enough dark memories left in the woman to seize control when it was released, should it need to.

Now that it was reunited with its body within Jessie, it no longer had any useful reason to stay inside her; it had drained almost every bit of energy from her, knowing that to take it all would prove fatal for both parties. It deliberately chose not to consume the hate that remained, needing it as a backup more than a tasty snack. To break free of its new prison, it needed to exit through an open wound; the cut it had entered on her neck had sealed up and healed and it could only ever enter and leave something by that method. Its mother was presently sobbing on the bed, staring at the page where it had entered her—left blank for some reason when the days after were scribbled in—and it realised it held enough strength to temporarily control the male. To add to the mayhem, however, it chose to let him be conscious for it all, unlike how it had saved the egg-type from the horror. Then again, Togepi had provided a service, whereas this male hadn't, at least not until this moment. If it could have grinned at the prospect of the new misery it would create, it would not have been a pretty one. As he cut and bit her, Mihrasta was ecstatic, knowing how long it would take for the wound to heal, thus eliminating the worry of cutting its mother again. It gushed out in her blood with a flash of crimson as it teleported to the depth of the forest, lying in wait. It was relishing the chance to destroy the male; there were too few untarnished memories in his thoughts that would taste so incredibly sweet as it devoured him. If for no other reason, he could possibly have more mental control over its mother than it did…