Post by Vikram Shaw on Jan 30, 2010 10:27:06 GMT -5
Vikram woke up in a cold sweat. His heart felt like it would burst from his chest- A feeling the demon didn't like. For so long, he had prided himself on being void of feeling, emotion that he found himself cursing Tam's ability to haul it out of him. He felt his son would probably have the same unfortunate quality. He shook his head, trying to restore clarity and ignore the sense of dread. Looking down at his sleeping fiance, he ran a finger over her pale, bare side and watched as she reacted in her sleep.
It had just been a dream- A horrible, terrifying by product of greasy dinner and subconscious doubt. Vikram tried to shake it off but the vivid images wouldn't vacate from his mind's eye. Tam as usual was in the forefront. She was giving birth in a house that was very much like the one that he'd grown up in. Straw had littered the hard packed floor to make the clean up easier. Pain lined his Autumn's face as a midwife attended to her. A scream ripped through the air as, not a child but a dragon, ripped from the dome of her belly. He went to her, clutching at the empty shell of her body as he wept.
Restless, Vikram got out of bed and stretched. He moved to his den, pouring himself two fingers worth of his favorite scotch and knocked it back. It stilled the shaking in his hands; the nervous tremor. With the utmost certainty, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night or until the panic wore off. Looking in his fraction of the Devils' mirror, he saw an interesting distraction to his current dilemma. Writing a note and blinking it to rest on his pillow, the Lord Incubus went to pay a visit to a Queen of Hell.
It had just been a dream- A horrible, terrifying by product of greasy dinner and subconscious doubt. Vikram tried to shake it off but the vivid images wouldn't vacate from his mind's eye. Tam as usual was in the forefront. She was giving birth in a house that was very much like the one that he'd grown up in. Straw had littered the hard packed floor to make the clean up easier. Pain lined his Autumn's face as a midwife attended to her. A scream ripped through the air as, not a child but a dragon, ripped from the dome of her belly. He went to her, clutching at the empty shell of her body as he wept.
Restless, Vikram got out of bed and stretched. He moved to his den, pouring himself two fingers worth of his favorite scotch and knocked it back. It stilled the shaking in his hands; the nervous tremor. With the utmost certainty, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night or until the panic wore off. Looking in his fraction of the Devils' mirror, he saw an interesting distraction to his current dilemma. Writing a note and blinking it to rest on his pillow, the Lord Incubus went to pay a visit to a Queen of Hell.