Last night, I fell asleep around about 1:30 am.
It felt as if only a few minutes had passed, but I was already deep in sleep. And dreaming. It was actually more of a nightmare.
I dreamt, that I went on some sort of murderous rampage..
The dream, it felt so real, so terrifyingly real. Like this;
It was dark, and I was asleep in Dantay’s room. I woke, and I heard laughter and voices from downstairs. I recognised Jules, and Stefan. Talking about something from Russia, (supposedly what we had sent them off to do) I recognised Andrew, he was talking loudly, as usual, and there were a few more guardians I couldn’t make out.
I got up out of the bed, and I walked into the bathroom to wash my face. The room was hot, and I felt as if I was trapped in a fire. I looked into the mirror, and when I saw my reflection, sudden memories all rushed to my head at once. I saw people, so many innocent people, dying before me, and I was killing them. Their clothing was old fashioned, the women wore long night gowns, and the men wore those ridiculous one-piece pyjamas. The children wore their own things, so it apparently was night. There was blood all over the walls, the floor, even some on the ceiling. All the people around me were dead. I was in a large house, it looked like a palace. There were about 25 bodies lying around my feet, each with the same sort of wound. I had bitten and drained them all, pretty much entirely. I found myself falling out of some sort of trance, I was left standing in a pile of dead people, wondering what had just happened. I ran for it, Trying to find my way out of the monstrous place. I found a door, and ran through it. I came to another room with bodies. This room had more children than adults here.. There was probably another 25 in this room alone.
I screamed and found myself back in Dantay’s bathroom. I clamped a shaking hand over my mouth in the hope that no one had heard me. No one had, thankfully. But as I saw my reflection in the mirror, my image flickered. One moment I looked like a bed head, the next I was covered in blood, with scarlet red eyes, and shaking with anger and madness. I fell to the floor in an attempt to look away from my horrible figure. I ran out of the bathroom and shoved open the French doors to the bedroom. There were 2 guardians I didn’t recognise, standing before me. I guessed they were guarding the room I was just in. before they had a chance to know what was happening, I gripped their heads and slammed them together, turning the two unconscious. I ran down the curving stairs, heading towards the lounge. I realised I was wearing a long-ish black nightgown, that touched at my ankles, and had lace at the neck area. It was one of those old fashioned ones that the women in the memory I had worn.
I stumbled into the lounge, my hair down, past my shoulders, swept over my face and I moved it out of the way. I came to a halt just in between the 2 black leather couches. Dantay, Andrew and Emily were on the left couch, and Stefan, on the other. Dantay must have seen the terrified look in my eyes, because he immediately stood up and held my shoulders, asking me what was wrong. I looked at him in the eyes, and my lip began to quiver. Not as if I was going to cry, but as if I was angry. And boy, was I pissed off. I didn’t even know what was going on, yet I felt all this sudden rage and anger pour out of me at once. I threw Dantay to the floor and lunged at Andrew, sending my arms around his head in a headlock. I twisted my arms, and broke his neck. His limp body fell to the floor as Emily screamed in shock. Jules tried to lung at me, but I dodged and he fell into the glass cabinet behind the couch. I turned to Emily and stared her in the eye for about 1 second, then gripped her by the hair and sent her face into the glass table. Glass shattered everywhere, bits of it going through to Emily’s eyes and into her brain. She died after about 5 seconds, and I turned to Stefan.
Suddenly, Dantay had me by the waste and pulled me back, trying to hold me down. He pushed me onto the couch and stared at me with a panicked expression. I thrashed and he tried to tighten his grip, but I sent a foot into his gut, and he fell to the floor. While he was stunned, I turned back to Stefan, who was frozen in horror on the couch in front of me. He began to stand, and raise his arms defensively, pleading with me not to hurt him. I leapt over what was left of the table, where I had shoved Emily into. I came at Stefan with so much speed, it knocked him to the floor. He struggled to keep me off him, but I sent my fangs deep into the flesh of his neck, and ripped them out, taking chunks of flesh from his neck. He screamed like I had never heard him scream before, but it didn’t seem to phase me. I sent my fangs back to his neck, and I drained the life out of him. I turned back and stared, blood stained he walls, and everything around it. Felt as if I was suddenly back in the huge palace-like house from the memory. I looked back at Stefan, his dead facial expression told me I had seriously scared the living hell out of him.
I stood up and turned around. Dantay was struggling to stand up, using the arm of the couch for support. He looked at me with the same horrified expression from before, and began to speak;
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” his voice was quiet but still ice cold and scared.
Without thinking, I ran at him, knocking him, and making him skid over to the stair well. I pressed him hard, against the stairs and stared at him with a crazed look in my eyes. His eyes widened with shock, and began to say something along the lines of: “ Trinity stop its no-“ I cut him off when I sent my fangs to his throat, ripping it out. I went back down to him, my fangs deep enough to touch his neck bone, I drained him in a matter of seconds. When I had finished, I suddenly fell out of the trance. All the anger, the rage, it had all just suddenly faded away. It took me about 2 minutes to realise what the hell I had just done. And when I did, I couldn’t believe it. I stared in horror at the mess of blood, and bodies that lay around in the lounge room, and then when I realised that Dantay was just in front of me, I finally screamed, clamping one hand around my mouth and another on his cheek. Muffled screams escaped through my hand and tears streamed down my face. His lifeless, colourless face, lay staring at the ceiling, eyes wide, and also colourless.
I wiped a hand over his face, moving his tangled hair from the sweat on his brow. I wiped away some of the blood and began to let everything out. My tears came like a waterfall, and my screams of horror echoed out, around the now truly lifeless house.
Dantay then suddenly moved and I fell silent. He looked at me with the same expression, but his voice was different. Angry.
“What have you done Trinity. What have you done.”
I woke up just as he finished speaking. I was soaked in sweat, and it was about 5am. I immediately grabbed my phone and rang D, demanding to know if he was ok. He said he was fine, and that I should go back to sleep. I hung up and lay awake for the rest of the morning.
