We are cranes

Nightmare

Imagine- Isabella has a nightmare, so Ichabod and Katrina have to calm her down.

Isabella ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the howling wind hitting her face and skin, with her heart pounding so fast, she was sure it would burst right out of her chest. It was a very cold and dark night, and Isabella was only wearing her silky white nightgown, robe and she was barefoot, her feet crunching the grass beneath her as she ran. What was she running from, you may ask?

Well, long story short, Isabella had decided to take a walk through the woods, with no very apparent reason. As she walked through the woods, the hooting owls and howling wolves made her very jittery and jumpy. When she reached a certain part in the woods, she was met with a dark looking figure, with absolutely no face. All she could see was darkness with the hood up. He was carrying a scythe with one bony hand, the other one coming up to point at her. It started to float towards her and that's when she started to book it the other way. That's what leads us to now.

Isabella panted as she ran, a gasp escaping her lips when she heard screeching not too far behind her. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, still running as fast as she could, but it was cut short when she tripped over a rock, falling flat on her face. She groaned, rubbing the side of her head, and before she could try to get back up, she was forced onto her back and the figure was now floating above her, just mere inches from her face. She tried to move but the figure was holding her hands above her head, and his grip was pretty fucking strong.

"P-please let me go! W-what do you want from me?" She sobbed, tears trailing down her cheeks as she struggled to break free. The figure leaned down towards her ear as he slowly brought the scythe down, rubbing the face of the blade against her clothed stomach, making her whimper.

"Your life..." the figure finally whispered in her ear, making her eyes widen in horror. She watched him bring his scythe up, the moon making it seem to shimmer and she let out a blood curdling scream as the scythe came down, slashing her throat.

"N-NO!" Isabella shouted in her sleep before jolting awake, quickly sitting up, a bead of sweat on her forehead. One hand immediately went to her throat, rubbing it as she swallowed, her other hand gripping the sheets. She was gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her nails almost ripping through the fabric. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body shaking like hell. Keeping her hand loosely wrapped around her throat, she brought her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against them, tightly closing her eyes as her breath trembled. Isabella was known to get nightmares, just like her father. And it didn't help that the nightmares, were usually pretty bad.

She was so afraid, so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear the door open, or her parents walking in. That was until she felt a hand on her back and she jumped with a gasp, not expecting someone to touch her.

"Hey hey hey, it's just your mother and I." Ichabod said softly, so as not to startle her even more. There was a lit candle sitting on her nightstand, so she was able to see her parent's faces. Isabella looked to the other side and saw Katrina, her mother, sitting on the opposite side, her hand resting on her back. Isabella looked back at her father, her eyes watering before she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel how shaky she was in his arms, and it made his heart drop. Both of their hearts, in fact. This was their daughter, they wanted her to always feel safe and protected.

"It's okay, my cardinal, just try to relax. Did you have a bad dream?" He asked soothingly, but mentally smacked himself, since they pretty much knew the answer to that question. Keeping her head against his shoulder, she nodded, her breath trembling. And she couldn't get her damn hands to stop shaking. Hell, she couldn't even get her whole body to stop shaking.