The Dream
A/N: This is a quick, short story that features Mr Crepsley and my own character.
I was in bed trying to sleep, but I could not stop thinking about what I'd read only a few days ago, I had finished a book called Killers of the Dawn by Darren Shan, and near to the end of the book there was a tragic scene which made me cry so much, and it had really taken its toll on me. Even now just thinking about it made me start crying again...
The Dream:
I was sitting on a bench, and it was a very cold, and dreary day, I was really cold because I'd forgotten to wear my coat like the idiot I was. I was sat on the bench for quite a while just thinking things through, and that's when I got the shock of my life, all of a sudden out of thin air the pale, ghostly looking spirit of Mr Crepsley appeared before me in a blur of red, only now he looked a bit transluscent rather than being a solid shape, he was a ghost.
Mr Crepsley sat on the bench beside me, and looked at me intently, I was shivering a lot because of the cold weather, and the chilly wind was getting stronger.
"You must be freezing," Mr Crepsley stated. "Here, allow me." he removed his cloak, it was long, and the colour of blood, he draped it around my shoulders, and I felt a lot warmer, oddly though the cloak seemed to be more solid, before it had been almost seethrough.
"Thank you, that was very kind of you." I replied almost automatically, and then I started to cry into my hands, tears were running down my cheeks, and they wouldn't stop.
"Why are you crying? Have I upset you?" Mr Crepsley looked concerned.
"No, you haven't upset me. I'm crying because you cannot be there for me when I need you the most, you are only a ghost, and no longer living, I already miss you so badly, why did you have to die? It isn't fair." I sobbed.
"I am here now, am I not? Also you are mistaken in your beliefs young lady, contarary to what you think I am always with you, I am right inside here." he reached out, and pointed at my heart. "As long as you remember me I will never leave your heart, do not forget who I am, for I shall remain a part of you forever." he stated calmly.
"Really?" I was surprised, why was I even talking to him out loud? He was probably only a figment of my own imagination.
"I cannot dwell here for long, there are certain rules in relation to ghosts who go to visit the living, we only have a short amount of time to do so, but we do it to bring comfort to those who we leave behind, and besides that I know how you feel about me, I have heard you talking to me, and telling me all kinds of things like how much you wish you could meet me, and how much you love me. I hear everything from where we ghosts go to after we leave our physical bodies behind." Mr Crepsley explained.
"Everything I've said to you is the truth, and a part of me wishes to die too so that we can be united forever, silly isn't it?" I was being honest with him.
"It does not work that way, you do not get to choose to be a ghost, we only become ghosts if we have unfinished business at the point of our deaths, and only when our business is complete do we cross over into Paradise, it is beyond the stars, and it is supposed to be a place of eternal peace where we can rest or reunite with those who crossed over before us. I must be avenged before I can cross over, somebody has to kill those who murdered me, and only then can I be at peace." Mr Crepsley started to fade away slowly. "It is time for me to go now I am afraid. As long as you remember me I will be able to watch over you, I will guide you in times of hardship, and although you will not see me I will make my prescence felt by you somehow, you will never be alone no matter how hard life gets, I shall leave you with a little gift before I go, come here." Mr Crepsley was getting even more transparent, he really was fading fast so I did as he said, and moved closer to him as quickly as I could.
I was facing him as the last parts of him began to fade into nothing, but just before he was totally gone he kissed me, it felt like a gentle wisp of air brushing against my lips, finally he wiped the tears from my eyes, and he was gone, but yet I could still feel him on my lips which tingled a bit, was it a special kind of ghost kiss he'd given me? I guess I'll never know, but at least I'll never forget it as long as I live...
