Was it a Dream?
April 13th 2010 22:49
NOOO!!!
PLEASE STOP!!!
PLEASE, DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!!!
GRMPH!!!
Kurong relished in the feeling of having William’s entrails in his hands. He liked the feel of the warm blood trickle down his chin as he licked every inch of them. Delight filled him. He savored the sickeningly sweet taste as he bit into what was left of William’s liver. He put a sticky hand into his pocket and brought out a straight razor. His tongue flicked across the length of it and he grinned widely at the cold metallic taste.
Kurong brought the edge of the razor to William’s cheek, his nose, and finally, to his eye. William’s eyes bulged in growing horror. His hair swished back and forth as he shook his head violently. If he had the strength to scream he would, but losing your entrails can take a lot out of you. Kurong flicked his wrist and William could scream after all. He gasped and moaned as he tried to lift his hand to where his right eye had been a few seconds earlier. Kurong stuck his finger in William’s eye socket and laughed as William shrieked again. He licked his bloody finger and delighted once more.
“Tell me where she is.”
All William could do was shake his head.
“No bother, I shall find her with or without you. I really don’t even need you. All you are is…”
He paused.
“An appetizer.”
Sweat poured down Cordelia as she awoke screaming. William sat bolt upright and looked at her wild eyed. He put an arm around her as she gasped and sobbed. Finally, William spoke.
“What was it about?”
No answer.
“Delia, what happened?”
No answer, just more sobs.
“Was it a vision? Did something happen?”
After a long moment she finally answered.
“No, I don’t think it was a vision,” She lied.
“Just a bad dream, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure that’s all it was?”
“Yes, just forget it, it’s nothing.”
She was beginning to get irritated.
Why am I having dreams about this now? Why am I having visions more often too?
Cordelia got up and went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she turned the water faucet on and splashed her face, trying to clear the images. She stood there and stared at her reflection for a long time. She noticed that she looked tired, her eyes now sporting the baggy look. She also looked haunted.
She looked up, peering towards the ceiling.
“What is going on here? Why is all of this happening,” She whispered.
“What the hell do I have to do with vampires?”
Tears began streaming down her face again as the gravity of the situation suddenly engulfed her.
“I don’t want to be anything but regular. I don’t care about vampires. I don’t care about anything other than having a regular life. I want to go back to being an ordinary person with an ordinary job. Why do I have to be involved in whatever’s going on?”
She felt William’s warm embrace from behind and she turned and buried her face in his chest. He held her like that while she cried and cried. After a few minutes he lead her back to the bedroom and they sat on the bed.
“I don’t know what’s going on either Delia, but maybe you should put the ring on. There’s a good chance that your abilities can change its power somehow. That’s probably why he gave it to you.”
She sighed.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should do it, but I’m afraid to. After seeing you when you had it on, it makes me not want to be anywhere near it. “
“OK,” She said, steeling herself.
“I’ll do it, right now.”
They both got up and went into the living room. The ring was sitting on the coffee table. Cordelia looked at it and gasped. It appeared to be pulsing with energy. William looked quizzically at her.
“What is it, Delia?”
“Do you see the ring, it’s pulsing.”
William looked at the ring but it appeared to be doing nothing other than sitting there.
“Um…” He said, not sure what to say.
“I don’t see anything.”
She gave him a furtive look and sat down on the couch in front of the ring. William sat down next to her. She put her hand out and felt a strong pulling sensation, as if her hand was a piece of metal and the ring a magnet. Images began flashing through her mind and she faintly heard nursery rhymes.
Ring around the Rosey,
A Pocket full of Posies
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Chip, chop, chip, chop, the last man's dead
Remember, Remember the Fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
“Do you hear that,” she asked.
“The nursery rhymes. What did you hear when you put on the ring?”
“I didn’t hear nursery rhymes, all I heard was music. It was the same music that was playing in the Bosendorfer.”
“Strange,” she said contemplatively.
“Which nursery rhymes are they?”
“Ring around the Rosey, one about a candle and a chopper coming to chop off your head, and another about needing to remember the Fifth of November.”
“Hmm, I wonder what the significance of them is,” William pondered.
“The only one that means anything to me is Ring around the Rosey. I don’t even know the other two.”
“One’s Oranges and Lemons and the other one refers to Guy Fawkes Day,” William said.
“So you’ve heard those before?”
“Yes, when I went to England a few years ago they popped up. Kids there sing Oranges and Lemons and the other one is about the guy who wanted to blow up Parliament.”
“What do you think they mean,” Cordelia asked.
“No idea, but they’re weird. I never understood why kids would like Oranges and Lemons.”
“So what about the images,” William asked.
“I saw an alley. It was dimly lit and there was some sort of mark on one of the walls.”
She looked at the ring and she confirmed it.
“It was this symbol, this circle with the horizontal lines.”
“Did you see where it was?”
“It looked like some old street, but I couldn’t tell where it was though. For some reason I’m thinking of Paris, but I don’t know why. It wasn’t at all like what you saw when you put the ring on.”
“You didn’t put the ring on yet.”
“Enough stalling,” She told herself.
PLEASE STOP!!!
PLEASE, DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!!!
GRMPH!!!
Kurong relished in the feeling of having William’s entrails in his hands. He liked the feel of the warm blood trickle down his chin as he licked every inch of them. Delight filled him. He savored the sickeningly sweet taste as he bit into what was left of William’s liver. He put a sticky hand into his pocket and brought out a straight razor. His tongue flicked across the length of it and he grinned widely at the cold metallic taste.
Kurong brought the edge of the razor to William’s cheek, his nose, and finally, to his eye. William’s eyes bulged in growing horror. His hair swished back and forth as he shook his head violently. If he had the strength to scream he would, but losing your entrails can take a lot out of you. Kurong flicked his wrist and William could scream after all. He gasped and moaned as he tried to lift his hand to where his right eye had been a few seconds earlier. Kurong stuck his finger in William’s eye socket and laughed as William shrieked again. He licked his bloody finger and delighted once more.
“Tell me where she is.”
All William could do was shake his head.
“No bother, I shall find her with or without you. I really don’t even need you. All you are is…”
He paused.
“An appetizer.”
Sweat poured down Cordelia as she awoke screaming. William sat bolt upright and looked at her wild eyed. He put an arm around her as she gasped and sobbed. Finally, William spoke.
“What was it about?”
No answer.
“Delia, what happened?”
No answer, just more sobs.
“Was it a vision? Did something happen?”
After a long moment she finally answered.
“No, I don’t think it was a vision,” She lied.
“Just a bad dream, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure that’s all it was?”
“Yes, just forget it, it’s nothing.”
She was beginning to get irritated.
Why am I having dreams about this now? Why am I having visions more often too?
Cordelia got up and went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she turned the water faucet on and splashed her face, trying to clear the images. She stood there and stared at her reflection for a long time. She noticed that she looked tired, her eyes now sporting the baggy look. She also looked haunted.
She looked up, peering towards the ceiling.
“What is going on here? Why is all of this happening,” She whispered.
“What the hell do I have to do with vampires?”
Tears began streaming down her face again as the gravity of the situation suddenly engulfed her.
“I don’t want to be anything but regular. I don’t care about vampires. I don’t care about anything other than having a regular life. I want to go back to being an ordinary person with an ordinary job. Why do I have to be involved in whatever’s going on?”
She felt William’s warm embrace from behind and she turned and buried her face in his chest. He held her like that while she cried and cried. After a few minutes he lead her back to the bedroom and they sat on the bed.
“I don’t know what’s going on either Delia, but maybe you should put the ring on. There’s a good chance that your abilities can change its power somehow. That’s probably why he gave it to you.”
She sighed.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should do it, but I’m afraid to. After seeing you when you had it on, it makes me not want to be anywhere near it. “
“OK,” She said, steeling herself.
“I’ll do it, right now.”
They both got up and went into the living room. The ring was sitting on the coffee table. Cordelia looked at it and gasped. It appeared to be pulsing with energy. William looked quizzically at her.
“What is it, Delia?”
“Do you see the ring, it’s pulsing.”
William looked at the ring but it appeared to be doing nothing other than sitting there.
“Um…” He said, not sure what to say.
“I don’t see anything.”
She gave him a furtive look and sat down on the couch in front of the ring. William sat down next to her. She put her hand out and felt a strong pulling sensation, as if her hand was a piece of metal and the ring a magnet. Images began flashing through her mind and she faintly heard nursery rhymes.
Ring around the Rosey,
A Pocket full of Posies
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Chip, chop, chip, chop, the last man's dead
Remember, Remember the Fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
“Do you hear that,” she asked.
“The nursery rhymes. What did you hear when you put on the ring?”
“I didn’t hear nursery rhymes, all I heard was music. It was the same music that was playing in the Bosendorfer.”
“Strange,” she said contemplatively.
“Which nursery rhymes are they?”
“Ring around the Rosey, one about a candle and a chopper coming to chop off your head, and another about needing to remember the Fifth of November.”
“Hmm, I wonder what the significance of them is,” William pondered.
“The only one that means anything to me is Ring around the Rosey. I don’t even know the other two.”
“One’s Oranges and Lemons and the other one refers to Guy Fawkes Day,” William said.
“So you’ve heard those before?”
“Yes, when I went to England a few years ago they popped up. Kids there sing Oranges and Lemons and the other one is about the guy who wanted to blow up Parliament.”
“What do you think they mean,” Cordelia asked.
“No idea, but they’re weird. I never understood why kids would like Oranges and Lemons.”
“So what about the images,” William asked.
“I saw an alley. It was dimly lit and there was some sort of mark on one of the walls.”
She looked at the ring and she confirmed it.
“It was this symbol, this circle with the horizontal lines.”
“Did you see where it was?”
“It looked like some old street, but I couldn’t tell where it was though. For some reason I’m thinking of Paris, but I don’t know why. It wasn’t at all like what you saw when you put the ring on.”
“You didn’t put the ring on yet.”
“Enough stalling,” She told herself.
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