The Mansion On the Hill -a multi band fanfic-

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(Brief warning, there's a slightly disturbing dream scene in this chapter, so if you're sensitive to excessive mentions of blood and violence you can skip to the ---, which signals the end of the dream scene.)

"But if the lights don't stop me, no one's got control of what I do, 'cuz it's a good time.. when I'm with you"

Awsten sat up with a sharp inhale, looking around frantically. The singing echoed through the hallways... Hallways? This wasn't the car. Where were Emerson and Remington? No time to think. He had to figure out where this was. 

He knew he was in a bedroom, that was for sure. And by the time he left the bedroom, he figured out where he was. Upon stepping out he saw an open doorway into some form of kitchen, and to his left was an open round room with windows all over, looking over the town. Then it clicked, it was the mansion. But rather than heading forward into the kitchen like he wanted to, he found himself walking to the right, down the long hallway. The singing was getting closer. If Dallon was the only one living here, that had to be him. 

He found himself in the doorway to the main room, the one he'd been in twice now. But... something was off as he walked into the center of the room. Was that water dripping from the ceiling onto his head? He ran his hand through his hair and yelped seeing his hand covered in a red substance. He looked up, wide-eyed as the same bloodlike substance dripped right into his eyes, obscuring his vision and leaving him a stumbling mess. He heard one last lyric of the song before he felt a sharp pain in his chest, the pain traveling down to his stomach in a straight line. The last thing he felt was a sudden absence in his chest and-

He jolted awake. It was a nightmare, thank goodness. He was still in the car, with Remington and Emerson. They were both looking at him in worry. 

"Awsten, are you okay? You straight up passed out, I had to force Remington to get a spare tire for the car once both of us stopped almost blacking out- which was weird as fuck, by the way."

Awsten sighed, running a hand through his hair like he had in the dream, half expecting his hand to be once more covered in blood. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine. Lets get that tire fixed."

--- (violence warning ends here, timeskip because I'm lazy) ---

"You okay? You've been staring out the window since I took over to drive."

Awsten blinked, moving his head off the window and looking at Remington. "Real answer or sugarcoated?" he asked with a semi-joking tone. Remington chuckled, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Whichever is more interesting," he replied. Awsten huffed, nodding. How to word this...?

"I had a nightmare while I was passed out. Something about the mansion, and blood... a lot of blood," he explained. "It was really creepy and I think I literally felt the pain I would've felt if it was a real thing." He almost winced recalling the sharp tugging feeling he'd felt before that strange emptiness. Remington nodded. "That's terrifying. Well, you don't need to worry about the mansion. We're gonna be out of town, remember? That road trip we're planning for tomorrow?"

Awsten smiled. "Right, the road trip. What if we head out on it early? We can stop at your house and pick up yours and Emerson's stuff and then stop at mine so I can get my stuff. Is Sebastian coming along?" Remington shook his head. "He has a lot to take care of tomorrow." (*cries in just using excuses bc I know the least about Sebastian out of the three of them so I'm just avoiding writing stress*)

He went back to resting his head on the window, watching the buildings pass, tinted silvery blue in the moonlight and almost seeming magical. It didn't feel like 2am, nor did it feel like night as he tossed his backpack into the trunk of the car and got back into the back seat. He felt much more awake now that he'd had an energy drink. Awake and much, much more aware of that nightmare. He just couldn't shake it from his mind...

Oh, whatever. He was gonna have a weekend out of town with his best friends, he wasn't going to let a nightmare get in the way of that.

He just wished he could forget when the blood in his dream self's eyes cleared up just before the end.