Spirits of the Past

Bad Trip

Vadicus opens his eyes and the room shifts to a manifest hallucinations. In the room is a empty crib and a very swollen bellied, small male in a Victorian outfit.
"Vadi? You alright, love? You look a bit pale," the small male says, waddling closer.
"Of course, Xander. How is the bean? You doing okay?" Vadicus responds and gets up from the bed. He walks over to the apparently pregnant male. The male, Xander, giggles.
"We are perfectly well, my dear husband. Our child and I are in perfect health. I just arrived from the doctor. He says that all seems well and that I shall give birth soon. What do you Hope for, Vadicus?"
Vadicus chuckles. "A boy with your beautiful blues and my ebony locks. Curly like yours though. He would be beautiful. Plump rosy pink lips like Cupid's bow. He would have the cutest button nose. The fairest of skin. And so many freckles like his momma," Vadicus purrs as he wraps his arms around his, husband. Xander chuckles and rubs his belly.
"I would love that, Vadicus!" He exclaims happily, beaming brightly. "He sounds like he would be so perfect. He would have your smile though. The dimples and all. You, my love, are so perfect."
Vadicus kisses Xander softly but passionately on the lips.
"Hmm. I wish this would never end. Our love. It would break my heart if I lost you. I just pray nothing goes wrong during your labor," he says with tears slowly streaking his cheeks, staining them pink.
Xander gasps, "Vadi?! Why are you crying?!"
Vadicus licks his lips lightly. "Because I'm terrified that I will lose you," he sobs with a tiny wobbly smile. "Please don't leave me," he pleads. Xander wipes away Vadicus' tears and coos.
"Never, Vadi. As long as I can I promise, I will never willingly leave you."
From there the hallucination shifts. He is alone in the room. The crib lying broken as Vadicus sits kneeling broken in silent tears. "Why? Why did you leave me?" he murmurs. His face cast in shadows. The room is mess. Things are thrown around. Things shattered, things torn and ripped. A painting lie, shredded, against the far wall. It was of the male, while  pregnant, from before. Vadicus looks up with full blood tears steaming down his cheeks and jaw.
"I ache, my love. I feel as if my heart has been torn from me. I feel... Hollow," he breaths.
It is, then, as if he looks at Grace, the one who was responsible for his drug induced hallucination, whom was witnessing it all in a third perspective. He lifts a lip in a snarl. "I'll kill you. You are responsible for this," but he isn't looking at her, he is looking at a different pixie. A small petite woman with light gray wings, "I'm sorry, Vadicus. I tried my best. I didn't mean for you to lose both of them. I tried. I truly did. At least I was able to ease their passing. Please, don't-" the woman is cut off as Vadicus lunges, his face shifted to that of a monster. A scream echos through the entire inn, that he was staying in, from the manifested hallucination.
It once again shift so it shows a burning cottage. Around it fields were on fire as well, billowing smoke and ash. Vadicus stands with his face and clothes drenched in blood. He looked soaked in it.
The hallucination ends as it fades to black. Vadicus falls to his knees panting. He looks at the ceiling crying full blood tears. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out again. He screams a deep, mourning, despaired wail as he sobs his heart out. It is obvious the trip is over as he falls to his side. Everyone in the inn could hear the cry he released.
Vadicus awakens, hours later, head throbbing, a full blown migraine, behind his eyes. He groans in agony. He had lost them so long ago, that the memory was like a ghost story.