Dasia sprang up from bed again, gasping, trying to take as much air as possible. Her body felt like a husk, devoted of moisture and life. She was parched. Her mouth felt like sandpaper.
She half stumbled, half fell out of bed, then shuffled out into the dark hall and into the bathroom. She ran the fosse, then cupped her hands to grab water. After several deep drinks, her body started to relax, as the sweat dried off her forehead. She straightened and grabbed some moisturizer, and proceeded to lather head to toe, trying to erase that dehydrated feeling.
It felt like she was mummified for thousands of years in the desert.
She sat on the edge of the tub once she was satisfied with the outcome and leaned her head into her hands.
For fuck sakes. Honestly, can she not go one night without anything weird happening? She dreamed of Uncle Lenard. He was in the forest, when out of nowhere, this gigantic feeling of dehydration came over them both. They were about to fall, but involuntary, she felt her muscles contract, and something held her up, but strings on a marionette doll. Against their will, they were forced to walk through the forest, her muscles trying to stop but unable to, until they came to the beach. a duet stood against the mood, the moon a big, full, bright moon that blocked out the couples face. About half way to the water, they stopped and collapsed, the sand cushioning them.
Good night." A voice whispered, then it was darkness.
"Another bad dream?" she jumped, startled, and whipped around. Uncle sin was leaning against the door farm, his arms crossed.
"Ya."
"You wanna talk about it?" she shook her head.
"What time is it?"
"Eleven o'clock at night." She signed, and shut off the tap. Great.
"everyone is asleep." He added then placed his hands on her shoulders.. She bit her lip and looked up at uncle sin.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" he shook his head.
"no. I was already up." She nodded."I guess I should go back to bed." She said with trepidation. The last thing she wanted to do was to go back to bed.
"maybe you would like to have a cup of hot chocolate with me, before you go to bed?" she smiled, the hesitancy washing off of her.
"hell ya. With marshmallows?" he nodded.
"Lead the way." She said, and they traveled down the stairs and into their kitchen.
"so what have you been dreaming of?" he asked casually. She slid him a glance, then shook her head.
"Honestly, I have no idea. Like, I know what I dreamed, but it's like I was astral projecting or something. I was there, and I wasn't" she said in mounting frustration. He pulled out a pot and the milk, not looking at her.
"Do you think it is your gift? Astral projection?" she looked at him in shock. "Honestly? I haven't even thought of that. But... for example. I dreamed that Maris, a friend, was attacked, ok? A group of kids surrounded him, and they kicked the snot out of him. The next day, he does not have a single mark that proves that I witnessed an event. Its bazar." Uncle sin was silent a moment.
"You could be seeing the future." She snorted. He turned around with the prepared chocolate, and set it down in front of her.
"I highly doubt that that kind of power would be wasted on me. I'm just a half-breed turned full vampire." She said, and cupped her hands around her mug.
"Look at me." Her gaze jumped to his, never hearing the steel in his voice. He has always been gentle, at the most firm. But it sounded like he was death incarnated. "You are not a half breed. You are not worthless. You are worth more than all the other vampires combined. The only vampires that are equal to us in strength and gifts is the royal family." He said very seriously.
