"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I'm in the white room again. It takes a second for me to orient myself and then I realize it. A big knot manifests in my stomach, but I know what to look for. I swivel my head around and then I spot it; the aura-looking swirling lights. I approach while reaching our, first with quick steps, but then slow down as every step feels like another stone added to the weight in my stomach.
My fingers connect with the energy and a guttural sorrow envelops me, taking all breath out of my lungs and tying a nose around my neck. I fall to my knees clutching my stomach while opening my mouth in a silent scream, trying to breathe in. Anything to make this pain go away. Tears well up in my eyes and then I finally break through, heaving a big gasp of air before expelling just as quickly in a long and jarring wail. I sob for several minutes, not having any idea why, but being unable to stop nonetheless.
When my tears have run dry and I've no more energy for crying, I sit in mind-numbing silence staring out but not registering anything in front of me. Then I hear it - a faint drip, drip, drip coming from in front of me. Slowly I look up and then focus towards the sound.
There is a chair before me, and in it sits Dom. Dead.
I don't have any time to process the sight before I feel like the floor has dropped from underneath me, and everything around me turns into a blur. Then I'm dropped into another scene. I look around to orient myself, still shocked from the sight I just saw - but then I see him again, this time alive. I shake my head, but I don't have time to think as I need to observe.
He's bound up in several thick and heavy chains and is being dragged by two men down a dark and damp corridor only lit up by oil lanterns hanging scarcely on the odd-looking walls. I'm horrified as I inspect these closer and realize that skulls and bones line every inch of them from top to bottom and even the ceiling.
Leading the men dragging Dom is a middle-aged and rough-looking man. He has an air about him that instantly chills me to my very core. It's something in his eyes. It's almost like they are devoid of life and feeling, or rather, that he sucks all life and emotion out of anyone who has the misfortune of being gazed upon by him. I can't help but cover and press my body as close as possible up against the bones on the wall, as he passes me in the small corridor.
As he's right in front of me, I feel like my soul leaves my body, as I'm horrified to notice him snapping his eyes to the side and staring right into mine.
At that very moment, I'm once again ripped out of my body and forcefully thrown into a new scene. It only flashes for the shortest moment, making me question if I even saw it - but I'm convinced that what I saw were faint lines once chiselled into a stone, now worn down to almost nothing by time.
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My eyes fly open and I almost propel out of the bed at the speed I sit up with. I'm panting as if I had just sprinted for an hour straight and clutching at my chest as my heart beats so fast I'm afraid it might explode. I look around frantically, trying to place where I am now, and slowly realize, that I'm in the bed in the room Dom and I share at the bed and breakfast. I'm drenched in sweat, but I'm relieved as I feel that unbelievably tight knot in my stomach slowly lessen its grip.
And then it hits me - Dom isn't here. It's pitch black outside, only the string lights from outside lighting up the room. He should be back by now, right? I need to find him, right now. Nothing good has ever come out of those visions - the last time I was offered to some Gods not long after.
I jump out of bed, quickly ripping on the nearest pants and shirt before sprinting out the door and down to room number two. I don't even knock, just kick the door open and storm into Isobel and Farlan sitting and talking on the bed.
"Where's Dom?!" I yell at them, while they look at me as two deers in headlights.
"In your room?" Isobel answers hesitantly, and I turn around on my heel, storming out of the room again and looking down the hallway to call on Alasdair, but he has already sprinted right to my side.
"What's wrong?" he asks in that deep and rumbly, but also concerned voice, and his comforting presence makes me want to cry into his chest. I sniff as tears fill my eyes and the iron hold returns to my gut.
"Dom..." I manage to get out before getting cut off by a sob.
"He's going to die," I continue, and immediately all the vampires are on alert and on their feet. Alasdair grabs my arms with his enormous hands in an intense but also gentle grip. He looks directly into my eyes.
"How," he asks, and I know that all the questions are contained in that one word; not only how I know and how it will happen, but also why, where and when.
"I have these visions," I begin, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to get these words out without breaking down.
"I think Slayer has taken him. He's in some kind of dungeon with bones lining all the walls. Or he's going to be there - I don't know." I'm shaking my head, trying to find meaning in the strange vision, and frustrated that I have to piece these fragmented bits together, instead of having a clear picture to go on. Alasdair looks intensely into my eyes, urging me to go on.
"I think I know where," I finish.
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