Night Terrors (Rewrite)//Warrior Nun//Avatrice

Night Terrors (Rewrite)

Author's Note ~

This is a reposting of my original works under the same name and title. You can find it over at Archives of Our Own under my username @ ChildoftheFeywilds.

Word Count; 1815

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Adriel's hand shoots out, passing through Ava's chest - just like it had in the cave - his fist snapping shut around the Halo. The pain is blinding, something inhuman. Ava doesn't register the sounds of her own screams until she feels the rawness of her throat as it gives out. It's then that Ava realizes her feet are no longer touching the ground. Adriel has drawn himself ten feet off the ground, dragging the girl up with him.

All eyes are on the two of them, watching the Halo's blinding light illuminate the courtyard. It is as if the world has frozen around them. As if time has stopped passing. As if the world has stopped spinning all at once.

All that remains is pain - and fear. The sister's all watch in horror. Beatrice screams out. The words, however, do not reach Ava's ears. Muffled by her own screams of terror, and sheer inhuman pain.

Ava jolts awake, a scream tearing past her chapped lips and her dry throat. She scrambles to run, but something tangles around her ankles before her body can phase through it. The next thing she realizes is that she is on the floor. It is dark and it is cold, and Ava is utterly alone.

There is a pain throbbing through her body - radiating from the center of her back, from the Halo embedded in her spine, and pulsing out to the tips of her fingers. It forces another scream - no this time it is closer to a sob - to rack through her body and bubble up the back of her throat with such a sudden force that the girl fears she might retch.

Hearing her screams, Beatrice immediately wakes. Leaping off of the couch she had claimed for the night and snatching up one of her blades from the coffee table, she dashes into the small connecting bedroom. She nearly slams into the door frame in her rush to reach Ava. Ava who is sobbing and curled into herself on the floor of bedroom. Sheets tangled on the floor and around her ankles, arms wrapped around herself as if to shield her from the darkness that lingers.

The halo flickers brightly at a random pattern, one second dark and the next dimly lit. The taller girl quickly moves into the room fully, closing the distance between her and the Halo-Bearer.

"Ava? Ava, breathe." Beatrice sets her knife on the bedside table before she reaches out - wanting nothing more than to calm and comfort the other girl - but Ava screams. Blinded by fear, the glow of the Halo makes Beatrice's hand pass through Ava's shoulder. It makes the girl quickly back track. She moves back to kneel a few feet away, her palms up as she watches the terror in her friends eyes.

"Ava, you're safe. It's me, Beatrice. We are safe." Beatrice tries again, trying to keep her voice soft as Ava's honey eyes finally snap up to meet her own.

"Bea?" Ava's voice is hoarse, holding back a dam of emotion.

"Yeah -" Before Beatrice can even finish her sentence, Ava has launched herself into the other girl's chest. Her firsts balling into the material of Beatrice's sleep shirt. Her face pressed into the crook of her neck.

Beatrice gently curls her arms around Ava, one hand carding through her messy hair and the other circling around her back. "Sh, you're safe now. It's okay."

A bang from one of the other apartments echoes through the walls, "Shut the fuck up!"
 

It makes Ava flinch, pressing herself closer into Beatrice as she glares at the wall. Hoping beyond hope her piercing stare finds it's mark. "Sh," She whispers once more into Ava's hair. "It's only the old man next door."