Luke stood there, face drawn to a blank. The dizziness he was experiencing had washed away rather quickly, he was feeling fine now. It seemed the imp had noticed too. The noble grabbed the cheagle/imp again and lowered it to his eye-level.
"I'm going to assume that this is a dream." He commented with eyes half lidded in disbelief. His mouth was drawn into a thin line and slightly curved downwards. What was all this mumbo jumbo it was squealing about? Really, he had been nervous—afraid almost—of it a few seconds ago, but now the urge of throwing it across the far side of the room and yelling 'thing' was on his mindset. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. (Besides he was trying to break those habits.)
" Gruuuuu~, b-but da m-master chose you!" The creature sulked, its ears pulled back and eyes swelling up tears. It looked like it was about to cry a waterfall. A bead of sweat rolled down Luke's face as he tried to comfort the imp.
" Now, now. Um. Maybe your master was mistak—"
" NO! Da master never makes mistakes." The critter hissed out and Luke flashed him a nervous smile. There it went, being scary again… He released the cheagle, as it was bawling and spun around. The red-head placed his hand on the doorknob and proceeded to turn it, only to find it jammed. Wait… he didn't remember closing the door on the way in.
Luke decided to take another glance at the room he had been. The light was on, despite the darkness that enveloped most of the room and the door was jammed lock. Not only that, the cheagle that was here just a few seconds ago had vanished.
In another blink, the interior of the room had considerably changed. Now, Luke knew he was having a dream. A weird, trippy dream.
An elegant chandelier hung from a nonexistent ceiling. Blue flames twinkled as the chandelier swung back and forth in a hypnotic swoosh. Luke fixed his eyes on one candle. The beige, melted wax dripped slowly.
"Hello, Luke fon Fabre." A seductive voice greeted. Luke tensed, forcing his eyes to stay glued on that single candle.
A chuckled resounded, amused by the boys stubbornness.
" Don't be afraid boy, I only wish to mingle." She said her voice long and soothing, it bordered almost motherly (Well, a disturbing motherly). This time, the red-head slowly moved his eyes downwards to the origin of the voice.
The chandelier revealed a face worth of praise. Pale skin stood out in amidst of all the black she wore. Her dress was no doubt, of quality a noble would wear. Her torso was almost tied with a top strongly resembling a corset; silver lining embroidered it with swirly lines. Her puffed out sleeves hung loosely around her wrists and the dress was a silky black with lace designs covering it. She seemed to be sitting in an urbane chair, gold carvings drawn into the seat.
"Come closer, I don't bite. " She purred but Luke stood his ground, he definitely knew she was lying. She had that same tone Master Van used when the God-General praised him on his arrogance. Plus, she totally had the 'creepers' look. Minutes had passed, silence enveloping the standstill.
She twirled her midnight hair in one finger, glaring at the noble with blood-red eyes that matched the intensity of the Colonel's.
"I sssaid, Come. Here." Her face wrinkled into an annoyed hiss. The noble felt his body moving on its own. The sound of which could easily pass off as drum beats, his heart, resounded in his chest.
'Stop!' But to no avail, his body kept on dragging towards the dark lady, ignoring his protests. The countess lips twisted into insane smile, fangs protruded and a forked tongue flickered out every now and then. He finally stopped, back straightening and arms glued to his side like how a soldier would stand.
"You think thisssss isss a dream?" The tone of her voice had leaded him to believe it was rhetorical. But something else had stopped him from answering. Luke emerald orbs had widened, his teeth slightly clenched as the pressure on his throat had grown stronger. An invisible force was strangling him.
He couldn't breathe.
" Tell me, doesss this feel like a dream to you?" She laughed.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't even move. No, this didn't feel like a dream at all, but—it had to be!
Apparently, the evil witch was pleased and freed him of the invisible hands.
" Now child, you ssshould thank me of being ssso nice to you." Nice to her? The lady should rethink the total definition of the word 'nice', Luke thought.
" I could've used this opportunity to make you into food for my pets but, I like you." She said slowly, emphasizing every word loud and clearly. Her lispth, as Luke would call it, had totally disappeared.
" I want you to be mine…" She rose up, eyes gleaming as they locked on the young aristocrat. Luke swallowed back a lump in his throat. He wanted—no-needed to run far away from this crazy lady.
A clawed hand slithered through his hair, making Luke shudder in return, mentally and physically.
" I…never had a child to call my own…" Luke mentally rolled his eyes, maybe it was, oh, he didn't know…. Crazy as all hell?
" But you.. You're perfect: beautiful red hair, emerald green eyes and a weak sssoul!" She listed, disturbingly delighted as if he was some /thing/. Oh, he forgot! He was replica, he actually was a thing. Luke felt the guilt weigh him down and that didn't help this situation at all.
"The ssspells worked considerably well, too. I expected you to be dead." She leaned towards him, face snuggled into his neck. Then, a searing pain erupted from where she bit. If Luke was in control of his body right now, he'd be screaming in pain. Instead he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth. He could feel poisons entering his body and slowly stealing his warmth. When she let go, Luke fell to the floor with a dull thump.
Now all she had to do was play the waiting game. With this special spell and her venom, she'd have her dream child. Her twisted image of a perfect child was about to become a reality.
Besides, it's too late turn back now.
Luke's eyes had opened up to Mieu's worrisome coos. He assumed by the critter's eyes and ears perking up that it (or was it he?) noticed he was waking up.
" Master you're awake! I was soo worried!" The creature gushed, floating nearer to the replica as he sat up. He looked around the room, searching for any signs of abnormalities. He didn't find anything, but he did see a figure in his peripheral vision. It was someone who he knew for a long time, his best friend and manservant, Guy Cecil.
" Glad for you to join us." He said referring to himself and Mieu , eyes closed and lips drawn into a little smile.
" Y-yea. It is." Luke replied, almost relieved. This earned a questioning gleam from the other.
" So now you can tell me what's wrong." Guy said, taking no hesitation to pounce on the young aristocrat.
"W-what?" Luke widened his eyes.
" Mieu came into our room crying that you were dying," He said flatly, the 'our' obviously referring to his comrades.
"Aaand we found you on the bathroom floor, out cold." He finished, his eagle eyes trained on the young aristocrat for his answer. Luke's eyebrows crinkled together, unsure to tell him of his dream. Damn, why did Guy have to be like this?
" I-I had this dream…" Luke started; he looked down and played with his fingers. Guy didn't say a word but he was listening carefully.
" More like a n-nightmare, actually. It was dark, I could barely see anything but then everyone," Luke sucked in a shaky breath. " Everyone who died in Akzeriuth, they…Me…You…" His words broken up slowly, his eyes glazing over as he remembered it all vividly.
The red head purposely left out the part with the unspeakables hanging ornamentally around his already eerie nightmare. He only counted in the first dream also. Guy had put both hands on his shoulders and shook him out of his daydream, the noble's eyes snapping back to reality.
In every crease of skin that wrinkled together in the infamous Guy frown showed the epitome of brotherly worry.
" Luke…" He started his voice low.
"Tell me if you ever have these nightmares… Okay?" Guy said, it wasn't a question, Luke nodded hesitantly in return.
Awkwardness drifted in the air as Guy got up to leave but he stopped midway.
"I care about you Luke… don't you forget that." He said, not turning around to face the aristocrat after that, he vanished into the hallway. Those words reassured Luke more than anything.
It really did.
ARRGGHHH IM SOOOOO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED! I meant to... and then i got stuck on a part and then I forgot *shot*
Anyway, crits are welcome! Did any of these characters seem OOC to you? Lemme know! .!
Scarpaw: I meant for it to be humorous, but I wanted to have a sort of dark cuteness to it... I'm glad it worked!
co426e: Who doesn't... :)
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