The Seldom Seen
AN: Proooobably the last update for today. I'm tired, which inspired this new chapter. Just because I can.
Y'all can feel free to suggest something you want to see and I'll give it a go. Right now I'm just writing whatever comes to mind.
10: Sleepy
Seras groaned and flopped face first into her pillow, half dangling off the bed at an awkward angle but too exhausted to do anything about it. She'd spent the better part of the night clearing out a ghoul infested ship yard while her Master took care of the inept vampire that created them. She'd spent a good half hour in the shower to get all the caked in ghoul grime off her skin and out of her hair. Ew.
Dawn was quickly approaching, and she felt so tired… With an excessive amount of effort on her part, the Police Girl managed to swing her legs up on the cushy mattress and into a slightly more dignified sprawl. Fumbling blindly for the remote, she slaps the button to lower her bed into the darkness and drifts off within seconds.
…Nng? What was that?
Rousing slightly, the blonde became aware of a presence in her bed. A very large one. Shifting uncomfortably, not liking the unexplained appearance of her Master, she stills when something trails across the tops of her shoulders soothingly.
Finding it too much effort to think about further, she grumbles something incoherent and buries her face back into her pillow. So tired…
Dreams of blood and screams and endless mocking laughter send her rolling to the side and straight into something warm and sturdy, yet soft. Liking the feel of it, she throws a leg over the warm thing possessively and buries her face into the slightly cool material of what her hazy mind thought was a shirt…
Vaguely concerned, she inhaled curiously; the smell of blood, gun powder, and a strange tickle that reminded her of wild mountain forests filled her senses. Alarming some pockets of her mind, and soothing others. Pushing back the prickle of awareness, the girl pulled herself closer to the warm thing instead.
The sensation of something soft tickling her nose made her frown and wriggle it – much like a bunny – to dislodge the offending sensation from her person. Nng… Too early for this…
Her pillow moved and a low chuckle reached her ears, "Sleepy little Kitten." The words tickled at her brain, tugging her consciousness annoyingly. Grunting, the girl stubbornly refused to heed its call and curled her fingers tighter into the soft material she lay upon. She wondered, blearily, where her blanket was… Then it settled over her shoulders and she sighed blissfully in her cocoon of warmth.
Stirring, again, restlessly… Shivering, she reaches out towards the warmth and frowns when she can't find it. She felt… lonely?
Her tired mind struggled to think that feeling over, wondering over the sensation of loss. That made no sense.
Groaning, she inhales deeply of the lingering smell of something… comforting and drifts back into a fitful sleep full of never ending shadows.
Just before she lost the last dregs of consciousness, she could swear she felt a hand stroking her hair comfortingly, and she sighed with a slight smile curling her lips. The darkness had a very small pinprick of light at the end now, though she could never reach it.