hola anyone and everyone! decided i would write this while my hair dryed before i went to bed. it was something i was thinking of last night so..yeh.
disclaimer: i do not own the lovely L.J. Smith's Night World, i just write about it when i'm bored
oha dn jez and morgead are the usual 15 and 16 i will say
Nightmare
His lungs burned.
His muscles ached.
He ran fast, dodging trees when they got too close.
He couldn't find her anywhere.
He could hear her blood curdling screams– see flashes of her scared cerulean eyes.
He saw blood.
Looming shadows.
His throat was closing fast, and his vision was tunneling strangely.
He stumbled past the last tree and caught his breath.
The screams were quiet – and he could see why.
Jez lay in a dark pool in the moonlight; a fallen angel bathed in blood.
He ran to her, but he couldn't get any closer.
He could see she wasn't breathing.
He was too late.
He couldn't reach her.
Jez was dead.
The tunnel closed, and everything was dark.
Morgead jolted awake in a cold sweat. He sat still, shivering, for endless seconds. Then he swung his legs over the side of his futon and put his head between his knees, sucking in breath after breath. There were tears streaming down his face – he could feel them.
Some long time later, feeling relatively calmer, Morgead sat up and raked his hands through his hair. He didn't bother to brush away his tears – no one would see him. And besides, he liked the cold feeling they left on his cheeks.
With a shaky breath, Morgead collapsed back onto his futon and stared out the window. The moon was full – just like in his dream.
His dream…it had felt so utterly real. He still hurt; his throat, his muscles, his head. But especially his chest. It felt tight and electrically charged.
Why had that dream come upon him? It wasn't as if Jez was ever in any real danger. And she would never be that scared – never scream like she had in the dream.
But that was half of it. The screaming.
Morgead knew of nothing that could ever make Jez scream like that; and hearing it – even in a dream – scared him more than anything.
Morgead wiped his face finally and massaged his eyes. Behind closed lids, he saw her again. Ashen; broken; bloody; bathed in pale moonlight.
He sat up once more and hugged his knees. He glanced out the window again. The full moon was casting a square spotlight on his feet, making them look unearthly.
Morgead had the irrational urge to go to Jez. He knew she was fine, nothing could hurt her; she would rip apart anything and everything that tried. But even so.
Morgead threw himself back to his pillow loosed an uneven breath. He played at unconsciousness for a while, forcing images of lifeless corpses with red hair from his brain. But there was a deep pit in his stomach, and he knew that it wouldn't be filled until he saw Jez.
Perhaps he could jest sneak over there and peep in her window. He'd see she was asleep and know she was fine. Then he could go back to bed.
Morgead growled and rolled over. Stalking Jez's window in the middle of the night was not a good idea. He knew she was safe. There was no reason for him to wake her up or even to go over there at all. He was being stupid.
He rolled over again and stared blearily out the window once more.
"Jez," a husky whisper pulled Jez into a state of semi consciousness.
She rolled over and squinted at a dark silhouette crouched by her bed. "Morgead?"
"Push over, would you?"
In a sleepy haze, Jez inched deeper into her bed, mumbling, "What's going on?"
"I – I had a nightmare," Morgead murmured, crawling under the covers beside her.
They didn't touch, but Jez could feel how cold he was still. She idly wondered how Morgead'd gotten into her room. She must have left her window unlocked.
"What was it about, Morgead?"
He was silent for a while, and Jez listened to his even breathing beside her.
When Jez was just drifting off once again, Morgead whispered, "I'll tell you some time."
thanks for reading :) reviews would be nice...