The Other Gilbert

Dead Dad's

I groan when I feel myself regain consciousness, the more I wake the more pain courses through my body. From the looks of it, the sun is rising. How long was I knocked out for?

The fall was nasty on my head so maybe that's why I passed out for so long. Where the hell is Damon? How'd he not notice I didn't come back downstairs.

There's a lump in my throat as my dream floods back to me. The only reason I fainted was because of the hit I took...but a hit that I took in my dream. A dream right? That was supposed to be in my dream.

I try to steady my heart rate and scan my quiet room. Scan the entire place and my eyes land on where I saw him last. He was literally standing right there. My vision was finally catching up with me and I notice the mess that was in the room. My eyes traveled down every corner in shock. Please tell me this is still a dream. I'm going insane that's it. I'm going to wake up from this inception.

"Hello, Alesia." I can feel my heart stop, heck I can't feel a thing anymore. I'm breathless staring at the man in front of me. Every part of my body is telling me to run the heck out of the room but I can't physically bring myself to do it. I'm glued to my spot, every muscle in my body trying to work and get myself up. My muscles are working so hard that I'm starting to shake.

"This isn't real, you're not here. This isn't real." I tell myself over and over. Trying to wake up. Trying to get myself to my feet.

"Oh this is very much real...tell me, did you think running from your home and moving to the falls was going to keep you hidden for long. I thought you were smarter than that, daughter." I see him,  his silhouette standing on the corner and he's just watching me. 

I close my eyes tightly and push myself to my feet. A soft cry passed my lips as I try to get my muscles to cooperate as I try to steady myself. Dante pivoted and in one quick movement he's towering over me causing me stumble. His glare was eating me alive and I shrink back almost immediately.

Daughter.

Just the word alone makes the bile rise up. The nerve he has to call me that makes me want to ram my fist against his thick skull but the fear of being near him overpowers all my anger...all my fear. He's not my father, Tobias Gilbert is my father.

"Dam-" I fumble back to try and create distance between the two of us. My heart is beating erratically to the point where I can feel my pulse in my head. "Please, don't!"

My scream pierces through my own skull and echoes through the empty halls. There's no doubt the whole town could hear me. Yet that was the least of my worries, heck i'm hoping anyone at a close distance heard and is running in to wake me up from this messed up dream.

"Please don't, what?" He's amused by the fear that emits from me. Like always, he's enjoyed watching me shrink back. "Isn't it odd." He says. With every step he took he speaks with such disdain yet he looks amused, "That you're afraid of me, shouldn't I be afraid of you? At the end of the day, you were the one who killed me."

There's a force that grips onto me and i'm being flung across the room before I know it. I shout from the pain that shoots up my spine and struggle to regain my footing. His footsteps were slow and tantalizing. Playing with his prey. I do whatever I can to not meet his eyes. I hang my head low and watch his boots crunch up the glass surrounding me until they come to a halt.

I shut my eyes tightly and crane my neck as far as I can once I feel hot breath near my cheeks. My hands reach for the closest thing and grip onto it tightly. There's a numbing pain that stings my palms but I can't bring myself to open my eyes.

"You killed me."

The way my heartbeat and breaths aren't in sync make me nervous as I try to scan the room.