Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on Jan 15, 2008 3:17:33 GMT -5
I was dreaming again, but this wasn’t like the other times. Reese was before me rather than hiding just beyond my peripheral vision. Blood gushed from his chest in rhythmic swells, and he held his hand over it, pressing against his heart. Ever so slowly he advanced on me. “Little Mouse…” His voice was a low whisper, sending goose bumps over my skin. But his lips didn’t move. All he did was glare and move toward me. But that voice continued to call. “Mouse… Juliette…”
I took a step forward, wanting to press my hand to his breast and help stem the flow. But as soon as I did, the calls changed. “You.” The voice was accusatory now, and I flinched away. “You did this.” The level of bile in his voice was poisonous.
I shook my head. “No.” I couldn’t believe him. I could never do that to him. I was horrified by the thought.
“Yes.” Was the immediate contradiction. His lips curled up in a fake smile as the voice continued. “It’s your fault.” This time when he stepped forward, I stepped away.
“No. No, it can’t be.” He just kept advancing and I kept retreating, repeating my denials.
“Oh stop it Mouse. We never would have fought if it wasn’t for you.” Oh gods that voice, smooth as silk, wrapping me up, tying me down. I never felt so helpless. “You know how quick he is to defend your honour. And now he’s killed me. And you know what the best part is little mouse? He blames you. He hates you now.”
“No…” I moaned, feeling sick.
“Oh yes. Can’t stand the sight of you. So much for love.” His taunting voice and those huge glaring eyes finally made me turn tail and run. His laughter echoed behind me and I tripped and fell, crashing to wakefulness as I found myself on the floor beside Gratien’s bed. All I could was lie there for several long moments, clearing the terror from my mind and getting my breathing under control.
Several hours later as dawn was just beginning to appear on the horizon, I woke in the chair by the fire that I had wrapped myself in, and crawled back between the now cold sheets. I snuggled up to Gratien’s warmth and tried to sleep again. But all I could think of was the fact that he no longer kept the dreams at bay.
I took a step forward, wanting to press my hand to his breast and help stem the flow. But as soon as I did, the calls changed. “You.” The voice was accusatory now, and I flinched away. “You did this.” The level of bile in his voice was poisonous.
I shook my head. “No.” I couldn’t believe him. I could never do that to him. I was horrified by the thought.
“Yes.” Was the immediate contradiction. His lips curled up in a fake smile as the voice continued. “It’s your fault.” This time when he stepped forward, I stepped away.
“No. No, it can’t be.” He just kept advancing and I kept retreating, repeating my denials.
“Oh stop it Mouse. We never would have fought if it wasn’t for you.” Oh gods that voice, smooth as silk, wrapping me up, tying me down. I never felt so helpless. “You know how quick he is to defend your honour. And now he’s killed me. And you know what the best part is little mouse? He blames you. He hates you now.”
“No…” I moaned, feeling sick.
“Oh yes. Can’t stand the sight of you. So much for love.” His taunting voice and those huge glaring eyes finally made me turn tail and run. His laughter echoed behind me and I tripped and fell, crashing to wakefulness as I found myself on the floor beside Gratien’s bed. All I could was lie there for several long moments, clearing the terror from my mind and getting my breathing under control.
Several hours later as dawn was just beginning to appear on the horizon, I woke in the chair by the fire that I had wrapped myself in, and crawled back between the now cold sheets. I snuggled up to Gratien’s warmth and tried to sleep again. But all I could think of was the fact that he no longer kept the dreams at bay.