He could have cared less what her request was. At this moment, he'd do anything for his wife. He lay beside her now, pulling her against him so she was nestled between his body and the crook of his arm. Closing his eyes, he only nodded, telling her again..
"Your wish is my command."
Then settling in beside her, he kissed her temple and settled in.
"Have sweet dreams Kathryn."
For he would have none.
Darkness over came his thoughts as his world pooled to black. In the world of the sleeping, he was festering in nightmares, but the world of the wake, he was beginning to sweat- and not from the sex he just had with his wife. He was jerking alot in the bed, murmuring from time to time, his brow furrowing as the scene played out within his head-
ANd he saw it again, a room the color of ash, and blood staining his fingers, his hand-
was it a knife? No.. it was his fingernails..
and what was he holding? His father's beating heart...
Then to the floor he saw the blood trail leading off to the corner, where there, he saw his father's eyes staring up at him, the life already gone, his body- completely broken and smears of all blood over the room.
ANd a whisper, a voice drew him to the curtains that rustled. And he saw a woman's silhouette against the midnight skies. Though veiled, he knew exactly who she was, especially when he saw, as he approached, Serrah had a knife jutting out from her chest.
The world whirled around, time whirling back, the hands of the clock spinning in his vision to prove it, even hour glass sands were running up, instead of down-
And there it was again... the bloodied knife yanking out of her- then back in, and in again, and again and again and again as her chest thrust up within her white dress now stained with blood her eyes, glossed with death- and the blood splurting all over his face and hands....
And into the ground, to the ground she went! And to his knees he went, tossing his head back as he roared nad turned into a rage as he leaped across the skies- finding himself back on that deserted island with that pirate wench so long ago...
and there he seemed to fly and somehow, he was tearing int the monster, breaking through it's skin- using his own body as a weapon and through it... defeating the Kraken out at sea who threatened to destroy him. No beast on earth would take him!!!
No blood would sate him...
for the curse of the fell would remain within, forever....
and he saw her- at the bottom of the ocean- staring back at him before the waters all faded away, and a blade was taken, a blade was cut, and he watched again, as he shoved the entire blade through his father's gut.
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He woke up in a panic, sitting up suddenly in the bed. Sweat rolled down his skin, his heart nearly hammering out of his chest and hwen he turned to his wife- for a split second- he thought she was dead.
"NO!" he cried, kicking off the bed and dropping to his ass on the floor, his eyes wide in horror.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" and he grabbed onto his ears, bending over, the frightful visions of his nightmares still lurking inside his mind, like ghosted images leaving foot prints that were barely beginning too fade- but not fast enough as she saw the blood, the death, and in his fit as he shook, his eyes pricked with tears as he jerked his hands suddenly from his facea nd stared down at them- and at first he saw blood- but that was just the memory, and then he realized, as he groped his face, his body-
by the GOds...
it was only just a dream.
