MEETING VINCENT
All hell has broken loose, literally. Heather finds herself trapped in the same world as her nightmares only this time she isn't dreaming. Terrifying monsters plague the mall and she has to fight to survive her way out to the streets.
Still not safe, she retreats into a nearby building and locks herself inside the Hilltop Center office only to find an unknown man sitting behind a desk. He is well groomed, wearing a brown suit, vest, and pants. He appears to have been reading from some kind of religious book. He looks up from the book at her and pushes the tip of his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. He is handsome and seems somehow familiar but Heather can't quiet figure out why she is thinking that way.
He seems enticed to see her. "Heather… that's what you're called now, isn't it?" His voice is calm yet intriguing.
"And who are you?" She asks annoyed.
"The name's Vincent. Don't forget it, okay? I'm on your side."
"So you say, but how do I know you're not with her?"
"Her?" He tilts his head confused then it hits him. "You mean Claudia?" His voice becomes angry, he stands up from his chair and steps around to the front of the desk. "Please don't lump me together with her! She was totally brainwashed by that crazy old hag!" He chuckles to himself, "I guess 'crazy old hag' is a bit harsh. She is your mother after all."
Heather becomes confused, "My mother? What do you mean?"
He becomes snarky, "You don't remember? Ah, so Harry didn't tell you anything. I guess he hid the truth to keep you on his side, eh? That figures. He's a pretty sneaky guy."
Heather balls her fists and comes at him with vigor, "Don't talk about my dad like that!"
"Sorry! I apologize. Please, calm down." He holds his hands out in front of him to keep her from striking him.
She lowers her fists. "How do you know my father anyway?"
"I know everything. I know about your past too."
"Then tell me what's going on."
"You don't know even that?"
"That's why I'm asking. If you know everything, then tell me how I can put an end to this!"
"Not yet. Why not enjoy yourself a little bit longer?"
"Enjoy?! I feel like I'm going crazy!" Heather rests her hands against her forehead. "Does this place get to you at all?"
"Oh, it gets to me, all right. I find it… most fascinating. As well as you my dear."
Vincent approaches her and holds out his hand. At first she is hesitant, but a part of her wants to trust him and feel his embrace. She takes hold of his hand and he swiftly pulls her over to the desk. She is shocked by how vigorous he is, but at the same time it feels familiar. He lifts her by the buttocks, is fingers just barely out of reach of her thighs, and places her down onto it. Unknowing to herself, Heather feels an overwhelming sensation of heat and lust fill her body. She can feel a tingling sensation deep within her skirt.
Vincent holds her hips in place as he sneaks his hips in-between her legs. She can feel his boner lift up the top of her skirt and caress the front of her panties. They both begin to breath heavily, their hot breathe, like steam, fills the room. Heather thinks about how red her face must be, she has never been this close to a man before, especially one who seems so sophisticated. The sight of him looking at her hungrily makes her face grow even redder.
'Why do I like this? Who is this man who seems so familiar to me yet I have no memory of meeting before? And how does he know me?' "How are you doing this?" Her voice shutters a bit from all her feelings clashing and overwhelming her. Want, confusion, fear, and most of all lust.
Vincent hushes her, as he stares into her dark brown eyes. He can see the love of his life calling out to him. Screaming from inside her to bring her release. While still rubbing his member against her pelvic bone, he leans in slowly, and lifts up her chin to line up their lips. "I've missed the touch of your lips so much. Please let me experience them one more time." He leans in to kiss her but before they can touch Heather gasps suddenly snapping back to her senses and pushes him back. He stumbles and she jumps off the desk running towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He can barely get out the words feeling like she has just sucked all the air out of the room.
"I gotta get out of here. I gotta get away from you. These feelings, they aren't natural."
Vincent yells to stop her, "Wait! I'm not finished talking!"
"I knew you were on her side," Heather says still with heavy breath.
"How do you figure?"
"There's something wrong with you, too."
As she runs out the door Vincent tries to call out to her again, but she slams it closed, and makes sure to lock it behind her. She stands against it for a moment waiting to hear if he is going to chase after her. When no sounds are heard from the other side, she takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly.
"What was that?" She says to herself as she tries to rub away the tingling sensation between her thighs with her fingers.
THE HOTEL
After a long day of running away from her worst nightmares, Heather enters the small hotel room in order to catch her breath. Maybe even get cleaned up a bit, but instead she finds Vincent waiting for her. He stands at the foot of the bed with his face once again in his book. Heather looks around to make sure no one else is there.
"Where's Douglas?" She asks.
He closes his book. "He went out. But he left a message for you," he replies.
"Was there someone else here just now? I thought I heard someone."
"No, no, just me. Don't you want to know what the message is?"
She sighs knowing he is lying but she doesn't have the energy to fight with him. "Yeah, what did he say?"
"The church is on the other side of the lake."
"Church? I wonder what he meant by that."
Vincent sighs, "You don't understand? That's where Claudia is. Across the lake, on the North side. If you're going, you'd better go through the amusement park. It's probably the only way in now. Go Northwest on Nathan avenue. It's a bit far, but closer than Heaven."
"Is that it for the message?"
"Uh huh," he responds in his snarky tone.
"Thanks," she replies sarcastically. She turns to leave then stops at the door, She turns back to him. "Douglas really said that?"
"What's wrong, you don't trust me?"
Heather sighs again, "Actually I am not sure who to trust anymore. With everything that is going on I feel like my brain is going to slide out of my ear."
She opens the door and steps out to leave when she suddenly loses her balance and falls to her knees. Vincent runs over to her and helps her to stand back up.
"Hey, hey, hey, take it easy. Maybe you should rest for now." Vincent takes her by the hands and moves her back into the room.
"I can't take it easy, I have to find Claudia."
"And do what? You're not going to be able to fight her if you can barely walk. Come on."
He sets her down on the bed. He goes to the bathroom and gets her a glass of water and hands it to her.
"Here, drink." Heather looks at the glass with disdain. "Don't worry look," Vincent takes a drink for himself then goes to hand the glass to her once again. She takes it and drinks a small sip. "I bet you could use some food too." Vincent walks over to his jacket hanging near the door and pulls out a bag of chips. "I got these for you."
After a moment of hesitation Heather takes them from him.
"Why are you doing this for me?" She ponders if she wants to know the answer. "How do you know me?"
"You really don't remember?"
Heather shakes her head.
"Wish house? The Order? You don't remember any of it?"
Heather looks down at the glass in her hand and rubs her fingers over it. "It's like I can recall glimpses of a life I once knew but none of it makes any sense. I can't piece any of it together. It's like... all I can recall are the feelings not the memories themselves."
"Well, don't worry you will remember soon enough. Once you find Claudia she will tell you everything."
In the silence that follows Heather can feel her body becoming hot again. She looks him up and down admiring how handsome he is while he smirks at her from the side of the bed. She begins to think of their meeting in the office and she becomes embarrassed again. She rips open the bag of chips and shoves a handful into her mouth to keep herself from saying anything she'll regret. She can't let it slip how she feels about him. To be infatuated with a total stranger is just crazy even for the world they have been pulled into.
Vincent waits impatiently wanting her to tell him what is on her mind. "I get the feeling you want to tell me something?"
Heather shakes her head hard revealing to him that whatever it is she is too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"Come on now, don't keep secrets from me. What is it?"
Heather takes another drink of water then clears her throat, "I just... don't understand... what is happening to me." She moves her hand over her breast trying not to be obvious about it, but her nipples are tingling almost to the point where they hurt. "When ever you're around me, I get these... feelings. T-That is I feel as if I know you. Yet I don't know you. Do I?"
Vincent sits down next to her and places his hand on her cheek, "Do you want to know me?" He begins to slowly pull Heather's face toward him.
Now out of breath she tries to utter the word, "Yes," but it comes out as just a tight squeak.
Their lips become so close to touching and they can feel each others breath on their faces. Heather waits eagerly with her eyes closed for him to press his lips against hers. 'I want to feel their soft touch... for the first time? But that can't be. I know what they feel like and that is why I want them so badly. But that makes no sense. I've never even been on a date let alone kissed someone.'
Vincent lets out a long breath while uttering one word, "Alessa."
"What?" Heather opens her eyes in shock, "Why did you call me that?" Her voice turns from concern to anger.
Vincent turns away from her and stands from the bed. Ashamed, he heads to the door. He grabs his jacket. The whole time never looking at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I have to go." Without another word he leaves the hotel room.
Heather sits at the end of the bed dazed and confused. The heat from her body subsides and she falls backwards onto the bed. She passes out from exhaustion.
NIGHTMARES CONTINUING
Heather's nightly visitor, Samael, is banging on the metal door that Valtiel crawls above, to turn the valve to let him inside. Knowing what is to come, Heather screams at the top of her lungs, but her voice is dulled by The Nightmare Realm around her. She tugs at the chains that bind her, but same as every night she can not get them to budge.
Samael enters the room. This time she senses he is angry. He makes his way over to her and rams his large forehead into her stomach. Winded, her vision becomes blurry. Samael then slashes at her arms and legs furiously over and over again causing her blood to drip out everywhere.
"Stop it! Why are you doing this?" Heather screams.
Samael rams her in the stomach again causing her to cough up blood. As Heather feels she might pass out from the pain she hears Vincent's voice call out to her.
"Heather! Wake up!" He yells.
"Vincent?" She can hardly speak his name. She tries with all her strength to focus her eyes. She then sees him in a reflection on the far side of the room. She has never been happier to see his face or hear his voice.
"Heather you need to wake up! Fight him. Don't let him take control over you!"
She then hears Claudia's voice, "Vincent? What are you doing?"
"You have to fight him! Just pray for him to vanish! It's the only way you'll be able to wake up!"
"But how is that gonna-"
"Just do it!"
Heather concentrates hard wishing Samael away. Samael becomes even more furious feeling her pushing him back. Suddenly all her power fades. He laughs then takes his position in front of her with his monstrous cock ready to penetrate her once again.
She screams with all her might, "Vincent! Vincent help me! Please help me!"
"I can't," he replies, "You can do it! You just need to wake up!"
"Traitor," says Claudia.
Heather closes her eyes and begins chanting to herself, "I am in the hotel, not in this hell. I am in the hotel, not in this hell. I am in the hotel. I am in the hotel."
Suddenly she finds herself waking up on the hotel bed. She sits up in a panic looking around the room. While trying to calm herself she gets a strong sickening feeling deep down inside her. She holds her stomach and feels something kick from within. She runs to the bathroom and pukes into the toilet over and over until nothing but bile comes out.
She waits for her strength to return, then stands up to check herself in the mirror. She lifts up her shirt and sees the bump under belly button has gotten even bigger. She pulls her shirt back down to cover it and grabs her gear. She is still exhausted but hyped up on adrenaline, ready to find her way to Claudia.