Cosmic Love [A Nico Di Angelo Love Story]

Nightmares

Nico's P.O.V

"Pietra!" I screamed, my voice sounding like a kitten's miaow as it got lost in the wind. "Stone, don't close your eyes, I'm here, I'm here..." My voice caught in my throat as I collapsed next to Pietra's limp body, and sobbed into her neck.

I sat back up, taking a few deep breaths as I emptied the contents of my bag in the search for ambrosia and nectar. I snatched the food and drink of the Gods, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Pietra's eyes flutter, as if to close them.

"No!" I shouted, and tore off the wrapping of the ambrosia, before forcing it into her mouth. I then popped the lid off the nectar, and pour it into her mouth.

I wrenched off my jacket, and wrapped her body in it, hugging her close to me to preserve body warmth, and I sighed with relief when I saw the colour slowly returning to her face. Her eyes fluttered open, and I jumped, shock coursing through me.

Her eyes glowed bright red, and her skin (that had been returning back to her normal caramel colour), turned pale white. "Wha-" I stuttered, but I was interrupted by a raspy voice that reminded me of  nails scraping against a chalkboard.

"Turn to the Gods. They can help you. Turn to the Gods. They can help you. Turn to the Gods. The world will end if you don't."

Suddenly, she stopped, and stared straight past me, almost like she was staring straight through my soul. She outstretched a hand, and touched my hair.

Her mouth moved but her voice was back to normal, "It's okay, it's just a dream."
But my mind was filled with the whispers of whatever had possessed her before, "Turn to the Gods, the Gods...."

I woke up bathed in sweat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air, and all my blankets were kicked to the side. The only thing that was relaxing about the state that I was in, was the fact that Pietra was sitting up next to me, stroking my hair, and telling me, "It's okay, It's just a dream."

As soon as I locked eyes with her, and noticed that they were her usual beautiful colour of dark chocolate, I tackled her into a bone-crushing hug, squeezing her tight, and holding her close.
She didn't protest, nor did she ask, but she just lay their, stroking my hair.

Once I had calmed down, I let go of her and looked back into her eyes, checking that they were the right colour. She was smirking at me, and I shrugged, trying to cover up the red tinge on my cheeks and on the tips of my ears, "Sorry, sweaty hug."

She laughed, "Don't worry, I get nightmares too." I smiled back at her, thankful for her being here. Suddenly, it dawned on me, "How are you even in here?"

Pietra flicked on the bed lamp beside me, and then motioned towards a door that was attached down the hallway that I hadn't noticed before. "There's a door linking my room to yours- just through there." She gestured to it again. "Okay then, how did you know to come over?" I asked her, wondering how in Hades she knew that I was having a nightmare.

"To be honest, I didn't really know. I was just trying to find the bathroom, and then I stumbled across this door..." She trailed off, and it might've been my imagination, but I think I saw her cheeks redden.

I rolled my eyes, and shoved her playfully, "Wow, aren't you bright." I chuckled as her facial features turned furious, and her fists clenched into balls. "Hey! You wouldn't even know about that door if I hadn't figured it out!" She pushed my chest with her clenched fist, and narrowed her eyes at me, her lips pressed in a straight line. I grinned at her, and an amazing (if I do say so myself) idea popped into my head.

I smirked at her, and then casually stretched my arms out in front of me, and then grabbed her waist. (A.N. Okay, I can imagine some of the thoughts running through your mind now...) I tickled her under her rib cage, as she thrashed around laughing and yelling at me to stop. "S-t-hahaha-Stop! Ni-ahhhhh! St-stop it N-nico!"
I stopped for a moment, letting her catch her breath, and then grabbed her waist and tickled her again. "Ni-co!" She whined, and this time, I stopped tickling her. The people on the rooms either side of us must think- Gods, I don't even want to know what they think we're doing...