Dealing With Blonds

I plunged the knife into his chest

Even though sleep is often known as the land of peace, I had little peace as I slept. Even though sleep is called resting, I did not rest. If anything I was tormented by the dream that wove its self.

I was in a field. The field grass was waist high and laughed as it swished in the wind, but there was no wind. The grass moved on its own accord, there was no pattern to how it moved. No there was a pattern, it was moving to me. The grass was not laughing, something in the grass was. Then the laughing took on a more demonic voice. Gulping with fear I ran, but like a herd dog the grass cut me off and forced me to run in another direction. Then were the grass moved it erupted in flames.

Large orange flames that corralled me in a circle, then as if the stalker knew of my nightmares. The flames shifted into a pack of mangled animals, an assortment of animals with missed matched parts. In their midst was a wild cat with cloven hooves, leathery wings, and a blotched pelt of orange and white, an ape with a spiked tail, long flame yellow main, and fangs that took up most of its twisted red face.

Another animal that I saw was less scary, but its beauty was almost scary. Nothing like that could never live. Its body was thin like an emaciated male human. It stood on its long thin legs, that were much like a dogs back legs that led to large clawed back paws like a dragons. The thing had long arms that hung down to its knees and tapered into small delicate hands, much like my own but had sharp black claws as nails. The animal had a pair of large leathery bat wings that had small claws at the end of them. While the creacher had a face much like what would of happened if you put a wolfs muzzle on a human face. On top of its head sprouted an abundance of feathers that fell down its back like hair. Then a flicker of motion caught my attention, the thing had a long tail like a cat. The rest of the body had the pelt of a smooth wildcat that even grew on the fingers of its wings, but ended at its knees where scales grew.

The thing spread its wings and stood up from its hunched position. As it stood strait up I could see that it was at least ten feet tall. I quivered in my spot as it gave a howling growl and charged me. I screamed and the fire closed in on me. It towered over me into a dome and pulled the fire beasts into it. Then as if I couldn't get any worse the top of the dome of fire opened like a hungry mouth and hissed black smoke at me.

Strangely until then I had not felt the fires heat or coughed on its smoke. But that changed as the angry mouth blew thick black smoke on me. I doubled over and choked on the poisoned gas as the giant mouth came down on me to swallow me whole.

I screamed. I screamed loud. (No not like you. What? No that wasn't a complement. I meant you scream like a baby. No I wont take that back. You do! Seriously have you ever heard yourself? Your voice is higher than mine. Yes it is. Don't deny it. Shut your mouth so I can continue on with the story. I don't care, you listen to me. Or else? I will 'or else' you. Got it? Good.) I screamed until my throat was raw and my eyes stung with smoke sears. As suddenly as the mouth came down on me it left. The flames disappeared, the smoke blew away.

I stood up to find myself in the middle of some unknown distant woods. The trees grew tall and had a canopy of large tear shaped leafs the color of dried blood on rust. High above me the leafs whispered omens in another language. Though I did not under stand it I got chills from the sound. Looking around I saw no animals, no under brush, nothing but the bark of the pail trees and their bloody leafs. I thought it was beautiful. Some how it reminded me of something but I could not put it into thoughts.

Then a fierce wind blew in. It howled and yowled. The current of wind pinned me agents a near by tree, its bark was sharp and tore at my clothing. The wind picked up and it swirled, pulling leafs from branches. With a roar the wind died down but the leafs blew all around until they merged as one. The blood colored leafs formed a monster of sorts. It sprouted six arms, four heads, a long tail form a semi-human form. Its face was featherless as it roared at me. The sound was disembodied and came from everywhere, the left, the right, above and below.

I struggled but I still felt like I was pinned to the tree and even as I thrashed, nothing happened. The monster shuffled closer and spread its arms wide as it engulfed me in. The leafs fell from its body and cocooned around me. I screamed but it was no use. Then the itchy leafs fell away from me. I stood in darkness. I moved my head but saw nothing, I shuffled around and felt nothing. I brought my hand to my face and I could not see it, but I felt it when it smacked into my nose.

Out of the darkness came a disemboweled demonic voice that called to me. It whispered to me like I was a frightened child. It called my name, "Sirocco? Sirocco I need you" But it called another too. "Silvanus? Silvanus wear are you?" Then the voice came near and whispered in my ear. "Where did you put my Silvanus? Where is she?" Its breath tickled my ear and cave me shivers. "Were is she?"

"I...I don't know any Silvanus." I quivered as I stumbled over the simple sentence.

"You lie!" It roared. "You know were she is! Tell me!" A bolt of fear went threw me.

"I don't know." My voce trembled.

"You do! You do!" It accused. As its voice grew I decided that it would be best if I made a run for it. So I ran. I ran as my heart thrummed in my chest. I ran with my arms outstretched. I ran blind. I ran until I felt cool air on my face, and for that I ran some more. I ran even when my feet left the cold marble beneath them and landed on sharp prickles of dry grass. I ran and I ran. I ran in fear of what was be hind me, what was in front of me, and what was all around me. I ran because I could.

I ran until my foot snagged in an unseen hazarded. Until now the land had been flat with nothing but the prickly grass. But as I fell I knew something was wrong, like the rest of my dreams. I got back up and ran some more even as my leg exploded with pain every step. I ran until the lad gave out beneath my feet. I slipped in the slick mud and fell into deep cold water. Its voce washed out that of the earlier one.

As the water hit my face I sat up spluttering. "She lives, my little star lives." Some familiar voce rang out. I looked up from my wet clothing. I was sitting in a large bed in a grand room. My clothing and sheets were plastered on me and a sheepish looking servant held an empty water bucket near by. "My star lives. How good it is to see you awake. We thought you would never wake up." I looked up to a handsome young man. I realized why the voice was familiar. I knew him.

"We?" I wrinkled my brow at him.

The question seemed to startle him. He quieted down and became sober, "Why the family." He knelt next to me.

"What family? I have none." I looked at him.

The servant gasped and a hurt look crossed his face. "The family...Our children." The man put a hand on my head, "Do you feel well."

"No I feel great." Sarcasm, my secant language. "I don't have children. In fact I hate them."

Worry wrinkled the mans brow, "Sidera fetch a physician." The man looked over his shoulder at the servant.

"Yes my lord." She bowed low before rushing out.

"Do you not remember anything?" The man tried to take my hand but I pulled away.

"No, but I will remember this." I don't know what possessed me but I reached around him, as is to pull him into a hug. I pulled the dagger out of its spot. One thing about knowing him for years is that I knew he always had a dagger hidden in the folds of his robes. I sank the dagger below his shoulder. And felt his body stiffen. He hissed out of pain and pulled away. I took the dagger out of his back.

" I thought..." He didn't finish his sentence as I plunged the knife into his chest. His blood spurted up onto my hands. I slowly stood up and took a few steps away from the mans body. I made it five steps before collapsing and everything turned dark.

A/N Soo..... There are a few more nightmares left and I have a few questions. Just out of curiosity who do you think is the guy in her last nightmare is? Who do you ship Sirocco with? Who do you think Silvanus is, and how will she tie into the story? And what do you think is involved in Sirocco's next three nightmares? Finally, what do you think so far?