VEILed: Destiny Bound By Blood.

Chapter 41 Bloodied Dreams Of The Past

Chapter 41 Bloodied Dreams Of The Past

Sienna's PoV

Exhaustion brings the best sleep. There's nothing better than curling up into a ball and sleeping away all the weariness.

I wish I could say the same for me.

The moment I lost consciousness after the stunt I pulled off at the place we were being kept in, livid horrifying dreams consumed my sleep. The same dream of the four people. Thunder in the clouds. Rain pouring down in torrents. The sparks of lightning illuminating the night sky. The sharp metallic tang of Blood suspended in the atmosphere wasn't really helping the situation of the Children of the Night.

But since I was knocked out cold for what seemed like years to me which means a really long time, I was able to gain a little more information from my dreams.

The Scenery changed and now I was in my bedroom in my old house. My mother was combing my hair to get rid of the knots and Prim was playing with Bubbles, the cat. That creature was even more annoying than that name.

"Hey mom?" I asked.

"Yes Sweetheart?" She replied in the same melodic voice which I longed to hear for so many years.

"When is Gran Clary coming to our place?" I said.

"Hmm. Tomorrow. You miss her don't you?" She smiled.

"A little. OK , maybe a lot more than a little. She's cool. Why does she stay so far away Mama?" I enquired.

"Sometimes keeping a distance is necessary to evade danger Sweetheart." She said wistfully.

The scene changed again to me and Prim were standing in front of mirror. Behind me a frail old woman was smiling at me.

Grandmother Clarissa.

I remember that day. It was the day of the funeral of my Parents.

"You look so much like your mother. It's a shame fate turned out like this. Your mother was a strong woman. Stronger than many of our kind. She was a great leader. I can see you would be too." She rasped in a painful voice.

"Mom is not dead. Don't use the past tense for her." I muttered angrily.

"You are right." She said. And then she dipped her finger in a red liquid and placed her finger on the wall. Blood.

"Is that blood Granny!?" Prim exclaimed.

She closed her eyes and let out a breath she was holding. "Let me tell you a story"

"Grandma. I don't have time for stories. I want the truth. No twisted lies. Just the plain simple truth." I snapped.

"Truth is never simple, dear. It is even more twisted than the most complicated lies. The story I am going to tell you is the truth in the twisted form. It is up to you to find the meaning behind it because it's the only way you can save Prim." She smiled.

"What happened to me?" Prim asked.

"Nothing. Granny is not in the right mind." I reassured her." It's not funny Grandmother." I scolded.

Her hand was moving now. Filling the white empty void with dreadful red lines. Meaningless words swirling in white.

"No. It's not. " she shook her head and continued  "Our world is not how we know it. We see what we want to see, not what is there right in front of our eyes. We think that if we ignore them they will vanish, disappear from our lives for good. But it's not possible. How can you ignore what is a part of you. How can you deny the surge of power you feel when you know you are something more."