I had a strange dream the other night ... a dream which was more like a nightmare at times, though I never saw its conclusion. In this dream, I was the property of an abusive, violent vampire in a miserable relationship.
I'm not quite sure how the situation came about. I remember staring over the vampire's shoulder as he grasped me, can recall a fear deep within my gut as a voice from behind said "so give it back to her." I passed out.
Dream-time is irregular, and so although I regained consciousness almost immediately, I knew I had been in this "new" place for some time already. It was a large house which almost had the feel of a convention center, with large rooms, tawny coloring, marble, and crystal chandeliers. Sitting in bed, I sucked on a Strawberry Creme Saver, enjoying the taste as I always do.
The vampire came into my bedroom (talking as he usually did), and it felt as though some realization abruptly went through my body. I fell over, and began gagging, my throat was clogged with some horrible substance. How had I not known? He stopped discussing his elegant plans as I clawed at my throat desperately, animal-like, coughing up a strange, thick yellow material. I put my hands in my mouth and gouged more of it out, and as I did, I began to bleed. I spat up blood over the weird material, and as I looked up, I knew right there and then with a sense of horrible, horrible dread that I had made him very angry.
I can't begin to describe his face at that moment, though I knew mine must have been paralyzed by fear, coated in blood. He roared "Only I ..." and I got up and RAN for my life, scared, so very scared. My skirts billowed out behind me as I pulled myself around corners and down staircases, his anger so loud in my ears. Across the hall past the door into the kitchen and through into the small hallway, I ran to the hired help, crying, "Oh my god, save me, save me, save me." The servants caught me and tried to comfort me as I sobbed, "please help me, please help me."
I knew he wasn't far behind, and my voice gave out as he appeared behind us. I could only look at his ferocity with a primal fright, holding onto a maid for my very life. He was going to kill me, and I couldn't run, I was trapped.
A young servant, who looked no older than I, stepped forward. The others nodded, and suddenly I understood with equal shock - they meant to offer her to him, in my place. As the servants surrounded me in a cloak of fabric and silence, I saw him kill her.
Later, I saw a map for the first time since I had come to live with him, under him. A new resolve took hold of me ... the more information I had, the less power he could exert over me. If I had enough information, I could run away. I could be free.
Yo, Knights and second-class people heading to Geffen2 or out of Geffen1 ... how best to phrase this ... if you've got quite a train of Poison Spores and bats behind you, and you come upon a little acolyte who already has her hands full with two spores, could you possibly take a few minutes out o' your busy schedule and kill your train instead of letting them switch targets onto the acolyte? Thanks.