Lurking Dreams

Chapter Five: Realm

*1927 - Wych Cross, England*

A mere year has passed since I had my confrontation with Dream, Lord of the Nightmare realm. Now, he was just a being trapped, Lord of nothing. I knew it was not wise of me to return to that house for a third time around, but seeing him powerless, and weak brought me joy. I also heard that Roderick had died. Shame I wasn't there to watch it happen.

I was in the study of the house that now passed to Alex, his son. I was leaning against the desk, arms folded over my chest as I was waiting for Alex to walk in. I noticed the rushed footsteps coming towards his study. I might have alerted the alarms when someone saw me standing in the study. I had my head down, playing with my fingers for entertainment. The tardiness he was giving to a guest is unspeakable.

"May I help you?" Alex's voice pierced the air, making me lift my gaze from the ground to meet his eyes. I was wearing a long black cloak that dragged across the floor. So, I looked very weird.

"Maybe so," I responded. "What do you plan to do with the being in your basement?" I questioned, which earned me a strange look, as he was going to play defence and deny it all.

"I'm sorry, I do not know what you are-" Alex began to speak, but with a blink of an eye, I appeared in front of him, my index finger placed on his lips, shushing him.

"Do not lie to me Alex Burgess. I knew your Father and eleven years ago he summoned a being into his basement hoping to get his son brought back to him," I explained, holding my index finger to his lips. "But the being was not Death but another... When I drop my finger you will tell me," it was more of a threat than a statement, and I could see the fear filling his eyes. I slowly dragged my finger down his lips, before my hand dropped back to my side.

"Keep him imprisoned," he rushed the words out, not wanting to die. But I turned my back and walked towards the desk. "Until he promises not to hurt me, or anyone else I care for," I stopped mid-step and spun back around to stare at Alex.

"You mean Paul?" I arched an eyebrow up, and Alex became all flustered and red in the face. He opened his mouth to speak, but only mumbled and nonsense spilled from his lips. "Please, I do not care if you are fond of the same sex," I don't judge people on their love interest, man or woman. Love is love. And this is coming from a cold, hearted bitch...

"Why are you so interested?" Alex questioned, wondering why I had such an investment in Dream and his capture.

"I have my reasons," I replied to him. "I would like to see him," I went on wanting to actually meet him again. I know I shouldn't be doing it, but I couldn't help it. His suffering was bringing me so much happiness.

"He does - will not speak," Alex corrected himself mid-sentence. "But you are welcome to try," Alex moved himself to and extended his hand out to suggest ladies first. I walked forward with a smile on my face, a sway in my hip, as I knew the way well.

I turned the corner and headed down the steps, Alex already by my side and going down first. He walked first, opening the gate as to the left were two guards. I noticed Dream with his head down, and one leg up as he was using it as an armrest. Alex stopped at the gate, as the guards noticed me, but Alex nodded his head at them, alerting them that I was with him.

I stepped further into the basement, and across the small bridge that came over the square pool that separated Dream.

"Leave us," I announced strongly, and Dream's head slowly raised up to meet my gaze. "All of you," I didn't turn my sights to the guards nor Alex just focused on Dream.

"Miss I do not find it wise to-"

"I said leave!" I raised my voice, twisting my head to the white guard that dared to speak out to me. Alex nodded, before turning his sights to his men and nodded his head up, indicating for them to follow him. I watched as they all left, and Alex had shut the gate and went off upstairs before I turned my focus back to Dream. Then the basement door had shut, leaving the two of us alone once again.

"Even here you try to rule them," Dream was the first one to speak, which caught me off guard.

"Is that not why they were created? To be ruled over?" I retorted back a question to him. He's been alive since the dawn of humanity. "I heard about Roderick's death," I went onto another topic. "Thought Alex would have freed you by now but here you are still," I clasped my hands together in front of me.

"Is there something you need, Lady Chaos? Or are you here simply to gloat at my imprisonment," Dream states, still not giving any defining expression on how he was feeling.

"Simply to gloat my dear," she remarks with a smug smile appearing on her lips. "But not for long. I have a realm to rule over,"

"Yes. The realm of Chaos," his tone sounded like he was mocking my realm. "Where tortured souls are kept for your amusement," he went on, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Oh, so you have heard of it," I remarked with a chuckle, finding delight in his knowledge of my realm. "I thought your time here would have made you forget. But surely, you have all the time in the world?" My eyes flicked to the glass ball that encased him, indicating he was trapped and had only his thoughts to accompany him.

"I heard a story that your realm has been abandoned for centuries," he states, making me narrow my eyes at him, clearly, he was trying to get under my skin. "Left to decay, and rot," I held back my words, and clutched my hands into fists. "Tell me Lady Chaos..." Dream's eyes focused on mine. "What is it like to be a monarch without a Kingdom?" The words rolled off his lips with ease, having no trouble in cutting deep.

"Mind your tongue!" I snapped at him, my jaw locked, as I dashed forward to the binding circle. "Or I will mind it for you!" The words came from the back of my throat as I was visibly angry. He gave off a slight cocky smile, as he intended to put me off my game, and tip me over the edge. "Rumours are dangerous after all," I was like a switch, my demeanour changed dramatically, changing back to my calm, collective bad bitch mode. "I do hope your stay is prolonged even more," I state through a wide smile. "Goodbye Dream," I placed my left hand on my lips and blew a kiss to Dream, but a red mist appeared from my lips. The mist shaped out my lips, and was sent towards the glass. Within a second it hits the surface, and the red mist disperse.

I turned on my feet, and headed back up. My cloak dragged along the floor, as I felt Dream's eyes pierce the back of my skull, but I discarded his gaze. I was not the one who was imprisoned, or powerless to do anything about it. I hope he rots in here for all eternity...

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