Dreams, part 1
He awoke screaming, or thinking he did, though the room around him was dark and silent. He waited for his heart to ease, his breathing to slow, before he slowly sat up in bed.
Ariel, lying next to Idaho, stirred at his movement. "Idy..?" she uttered sleepily.
He patted her shoulder. "Just going to the bathroom, hun," he said quietly, and kissed her cheek. She muttered and settled back in. Idaho walked over to the base's bathroom, on the other side of the building. As he did, he thought, again, about getting an apartment, but on the heels of this most recent dream, he didn't think it was possible.
The dreams had been consistent, building up to this one. They started with him walking through the Isles, dressed in his casual attire, not looking for trouble, but expecting it. Then he turned into an alley to find some vampire feeding on someone.
He assumed that part of the dream came from what happened to Ariel, since these dreams started right around when she died. The vampire turned to him and said, "Come here, Duncan Idaho."
The voice was seductive, sultry, and as the nights went on, the vampire resolved itself into someone he knew: Satine.
Satine stepped aside from the man whose fount she drank from, keeping her eyes on him. "Come and drink. It's elixir."
"You're sick!" But his eyes were drawn to the reddening pool at the man's neck. For weeks he denied it, while Satine worked on him, tempting him. He would draw nearer and back away, forcing himself out of the dream like a man who dove too deep, struggling to get to the surface. But finally, tonight, finally…he bent his head to the man's neck, and took a tentative lick of the sticky, dark fluid.
It was ambrosia.
Darkly sweet, with a bite of fire. Addicting. More…
He felt it gushing down his throat, and couldn't swallow fast enough. Someone took him by the shoulder and turned him around - Masonry.
"Told you we're too close. Like blood, don't you? I just let it run through my hands. You drink it."
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