Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 10

This one is for @PentatonixFangirl who needed another update... Sorry it took so long. I canned almost the entire chapter before I got my groove back on. Read on Lovely Readers. :)

Case 1 - "Scott"

Do I need to tell you that dreaming in colour, with perfect visuals is no way to wake up without things being tight or messy down there. Sometimes I thought women had it really easy, they don't have to worry about itching, the blasted thing moving by itself or getting hard by itself. Then I think, child-birth, monthly issues, all those raging hormones and everyone and their dog getting up in your business every two years. Eeeewwwww. OK problems on both sides. At least I can piss standing up. I wanted a shower, but I didn't want to wake Scott up yet if he was still asleep.

When I checked in his room to see him sleeping, I noticed the tissues on the floor next to the bed and grinned. Someone must have had a good time! OK, maybe a breakfast pick me up? Heading into the kitchen I ducked into the hidden fridge behind a steel panel and grabbed a bag. Warm this morning I think, I put it in an Elmo mug, and nuked it. When it was at the right temperature, I chugged it down and rinsed my cup. Didn't want guests walking in on that not so pretty sight. Afterwards I headed to the living room and turned on the TV, wanting the lastet news segments. No news is good news I guess.

Misha will be here soon, I need to get cleaned up and Scott needs some more clothes. There is probably something that will fit in the closet in the guestroom but I'll leave a note for Deirdre to organize something more to his taste for tomorrow. If he stays again, she can go raid his apartment. I'd rather he stay here now, than go back to that single person hell hole. Stays... just for the time being, OK. Just until this thing with his work is sorted and he can go back to being a cop.

That thought made me rub my chest over my heart. What's that all about?

Better go wake sleeping beauty.

I peeked in again and saw Scott hadn't moved, but he probably should get up now anyway, so I'll just hop in the shower and then get dressed. That might wake him up. I ran the water to heat up and went back into my room for my robe.

Scott's Dream

Zass and I were at the club again. Everyone had left the building though and only Zass and I remained. The lights were still on, on the lap dance table and on the stage. Everything else was in darkness. Zass is up there dancing for me. He's wearing nothing but black tights and those platform boots. He starts out dancing like he did that night, sexy, erotic as hell and I began to get into it. Then he started moving faster and faster, I could hardly follow him with my eyes. I reached up to my eyes to rub them and suddenly he was right there in my face, only it's not Zass. It's the Demon. When he opens his mouth in a wide smile I can see all of his teeth are sharp, like a shark.

I fell backwards into the chairs lined up around the stage and started to run, to get away. I made it outside the club, only the streets are no longer familiar. Everything it red tinged and black. I can't see another person. The only thing between me and the Demon is distance. I run faster but I knew it was useless. He's there again, smiling at me with those teeth, coming closer. I trip and sprawl on the hot pavement. Am I in hell? Doesn't matter anymore I guess, he's going to kill me...

..........

I started hearing noises coming from the guestroom. Not happy ones, in fact they were downright disturbing. Nightmare? I quickly went to the side of his bed and sat next to him, shaking his shoulder slightly I said, "Scott, you're having a bad dream. Wake up."

"Whaa?" He opened his eyes and looked up at my face with a frightened expression. Then it cleared and he came fully awake. "What happened?"

"You were having a bad dream there Blondie. Do you remember what happened in it?"