(Zane x reader) The Divine Chronicles Book 1: Change

Chapter 4: Nightmares

~WARNING~ violence and gore reader discretion is advised.

I woke up in the middle of the night on the floor. I sat up scratching my head and looking around. I must have fallen off the bed. When I stood up, I looked at the bed expecting to find Zane asleep but he wasn't there. It was still dark and that's when I noticed it. There was a dark figure standing in the corner of the room. I started backing up trying to get to the door with out it noticing but it was to late. in an instant the thing had rushed towards me and pinned me against the wall. Suddenly everything stopped and I had this warm painful feeling in my stomach. I looked down and saw that the figure or man or what ever it was had stabbed me. It pulled out the now blood soaked knife and I fell to the floor. I jolted awake relieved it was only a dream however I was still on the floor. I lifted my head and that's when I saw it. The dark figure was back, and it was standing right in front of me. I sat up quickly trying to back away crawling then my back hit the wall. I started panicking looking around every where trying to find something to use as a weapon, to find a way to escape. Then, it threw something at me, a dagger. It buried itself in my chest. I woke up for the third time terrified frantically looking around for the figure, I did't find it. For once though I wasn't on the floor. I got out of the bed noticing still Zane wasn't there. I decided that I was going to go looking for him. I reached the large oak door of Zane's room and I pulled it open. Standing on the other side of the door was the figure. The thing just looked at me. It had no face all you could see was a human shape. It was completely black. I panicked closing the door which began to shake violently as I desperately tried to keep it closed. I gave up and ran from the door trying to hide behind some of the chairs in Zane's room. I heard the door open and the thing walked in. I caught a glimpse of it as I heard it's heavy foot steps on the wooden floor. Then all of a sudden the foot steps came to a halt and I was grabbed by the ankle and was being dragged back. I tried to get away but to no avail. I was thrown against a wall and my body crumpled to the floor I couldn't move. "oh please Irene get me out of this hell" I quietly begged as a tear fell down my cheek. The monster stepped closer to me, and finally it released the final blow putting me out of my misery. when I woke up for what I thought was the last time I could hear cheering behind and around me. my head was throbbing so I rubbed it trying to relieve the pain but it was no use. I looked down at myself noticing I wasn't wearing a dress like usual and instead I was in pants, a shirt and an old worn down brown jacket. I turned around to try and figure out what all the excitement was about. My eyes widened in terror and every muscle in my body tightened. There he was kneeling on a wooden platform, a man standing above him holding a large sword. His hands were tied behind his back his head hung in defeat, Zane. My instincts took over and I sprung into action "ZANE!" I screamed reaching out my hand in attempts to stop the man from killing him. Then everything shattered the image before me disappearing into shards of glass and I was left in a pit of nothingness darkness was all around and I fell to the floor feeling my knees buckle and give out. I could do nothing, I was powerless and weak. I curled up into a ball of self pity and sadness and cried. I cried until I was violently shaken. "Y/N! Y/N!" I could hear someone calling my name. my eyes fluttered open and I looked around. Zane was above me looking paler than usual and very worried. I jolted upright and threw myself at him wrapping my arms around his waist and burring my face in his chest. "oh thank Irene!" I said although it was muffled by Zane's body. Zane grabbed my shoulders and pealed me off of him. "Y/n what's wrong? you were screaming in your sleep. Is everything ok? what happened?" Zane asked me bombarding me with questions. "I-had an absolutely awful nightmare," I whispered "and you-" I cut myself off feeling a sob rise in my throat but I pushed it down. Zane pushed me farther away from him examining my face, searching my eyes. "what?! I what?!" he asked frantically. This time I let the sob escape me. "you-you were killed" I cried. "no-no I'm right here it's ok it was just a dream." Zane tried to reassure me but it didn't work because I only cried harder. "y/n quit it. it's ok don't waist your tears on something so silly" He said pulling me toward him wrapping his arms around me in a hug. slowly I stopped crying and calmed myself down with a little help from Zane who had begun to rock back and forth. This had reminded me a lot of the times when we were younger and I would have a nightmare and he would comfort me. I remember the first time we had shared a bed. We were still only about twelve or so and I had been staying in the guest room directly across from his. I had, had a nightmare and was convinced that there was someone outside my window. Zane had heard me scream and came running into my room only to find me curled up in a ball terrified and shaking uncontrollably. he had come over to me, and when I told him what was the matter he rolled his eyes, told me to get up and to go back to bed. I did what he told me and climbed back into the large four poster bed and crawled under the covers still shaking. Zane noticed and sighed dramatically climbing in the bed next to me. He had put his arm around me and I hesitated putting my head on his chest. "just hurry up and go to sleep before I change my mind." Zane had said threw gritted teeth and I did as he said falling asleep in his arms. I looked up at him now. I pulled back from him untangling myself from his arms. "are you ok now?" he asked only slightly annoyed. I nodded my head 'yes' and sat back on one of the pillows. the room was silent. I felt my eyelids closing. "you screamed my name." Zane said suddenly causing me to look at him. "you scarred me. You wouldn't wake up." he said looking off to the side. "ya I know" I said quietly earning a confused look from him. "every time I woke up, it turned out to be just another dream. Another awful dream." I said staring strait ahead not meting his gaze, refusing to look at him. Zane looked like he wanted to ask about it but decided that it be better if he didn't. I leaned forward and put my face in my hand. Irene was I pitiful sight. "It was awful I-I couldn't escape." I sighed heavily and sat back up tilting my head back so I was looking up at the ceiling. "every time I thought I had escaped..." I trailed off. Zane turned his head towards me "what do you mean?" I sighed bringing my head down so I could look at him. "every time I woke up there was this thing waiting for me," I began. Zane looked at me "what do you mean, 'waiting for you'?" he asked "every time I awoke, every time I thought I was safe, When I thought it was just another dream, it-it would be there a d i-it's would kill me." I said turning my gaze from him so look at the blanket. "But earlier you said-" Zane began but I cut him off, "that you were killed?" I offered turning my attention back to him. He nodded his head 'yes' and I continued with a sigh. "well when I finally escaped I was thrown into another whole new different kind of hell it was just one terrible nightmare after another." "What do you mean another whole new different kind of hell'?" Zane asked. I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "well instead of it being me who was being killed i-it was you" I said averting my eyes from his gaze. "and that's hell for you?" I looked at Zane surprised "well yes. Do you honestly think I would enjoy watching you die? Zane you're my best friend and I care about you watching you get hurt..." I said. "ya. It was a ridiculous question to ask." Zane almost mumbled. I decided that I was going to at least lay down even if there was no way that I was going to feel safe falling back to sleep. I lay back on the pillows and turned so my back was facing Zane. I felt the bed shift next to me and assumed that Zane had lay down as well. Then I felt and arm wrap around me pulling me. My body was turned so that I was facing his and his arm pulled me closer to him. "sorry" he mumbled, but it wasn't in his usual annoyed tone it was in a much nicer tone. I laid my head against his chest just like when we were younger and I fell asleep just like we used to. It was nice, things were almost like they used to be, almost but it was still Zane. He never changed, he was always there no matter how much I annoyed him or how childish we were he was always Zane, and for that I was grateful. "Thank you" I had whispered before falling asleep. I was glad that I had him even if in a year we would be forced to marry I was glad we still had moments like this. Zane had been right earlier. Things were going to change.