A/N: Wyatt Family's Bitch: feel free to PM me if you have any ideas! I'm kinda struggling at the moment lol. This one's based off of a nightmare I had once. Kinda scary. Oh, for kicks and giggles I thought I'd tell you guys. I was drinking heavily the other night and I asked my friends if I was Bray Wyatt lol.
Bray reached out for Evangeline, his fingers tightening around her slim wrist. She turned to glare at him and her skin began to warm, becoming unbearably hot. With a hiss he released her and she began to laugh. "Evangeline, why are you doing this?" A tall dark figure shifted down a long dark path through the swamp and she raced for it. Bray called after her, running attempting to keep up with her. He watched as she kissed this faceless dark man and he collapsed to his knees, all the breath knocked from him as she jumped into the shadow's arms and wrapping her legs around it.
Evangeline woke up as she felt Bray struggling against her side. His skin clammy to her touch and sweat beading on his forehead. She called his name and shook him, pausing when he shouted her name. "Bray baby, you're having a nightmare. Wake up!" She shook him harder, working to avoid his injured arm. "Bray!" "Evangeline, why are you doing this to me?"
He stood as Evangeline walked back to him. "Hold still." Evangeline commanded to Bray as she grabbed the loose thread on his shirt. "This is a really long loose thread..." She commented as she continued to pull. A bottom section of his shirt unraveled, leaving his stomach bare. "Stop." He told her, moving to remove the shirt. She brushed his hand away, continuing to pull the tread. His skin began to peel away in layers as well as sections of his shirt, leaving behind raw angry red muscle. "Evangeline, stop!" She kept pulling at the thread, stripping his arms and chest of flesh. The dark figure grabbed at a thread in his pants and began to pull. Pain hissed through his body as his legs were laid bare of flesh, the air stinging the flayed muscle. Evangeline kissed him before pulling a stray beard hair, unravelling the bottom of his face. Truly naked he stood exposed in the swamp as Evangeline and the dark figure laughed at him.
Evangeline grabbed Bray by his shoulder, shaking him. "Baby wake up!" Angry tears welled up beneath his eyelids, spilling over his cheeks and down into his beard. Fear seized her chest and gripped her like a vice. In all their years together, she'd never seen him cry. "Bray!" She shouted. His eyes snapped open and his hands reached for her, wrapping around her throat. Hatred and hurt burned in his blue eyes as he moved over her, his hands squeezing her windpipe. This was not Bray. Her nails dug into his flesh, tearing at his forearms. Darkness threatened at the edges of her vision as she thought of everything possible to get him off of her. As hard as possible she slapped her palms against his ears. He let go instantly and leaned over the bed to throw up. She scrambled to his side, pulling his wet hair from his face. He pushed her away with one arm as he threw up the last of his stomach contents. He looked at her with fear in his eyes before locking himself in their bathroom.
"Bray baby." She knocked against the door. "Bray it's okay, I'm not scared of you. Bray let me in." She gave up at the sound of their shower running and she heard him step in. With a sigh she made her way to the broom closet, gathering supplies to clean their room.