Fallen Blood (4 page)

"I was having the worst nightmare a little while ago." Darkness started to fill the grassy field as black storm clouds began to roll overhead. Brian looked up and willed them to pass. "My parents were being taken away by FBI, and you wouldn't let me help them..." Her tanned face began to frown as she looked at him, trying to remember what had happened not so long ago when she was awake.

"It was a dream, Heather. I wouldn't let anything happen to you or your family." The dark clouds began to thin. "It's my job to protect you and to watch over you." He smiled what he hoped was the most charming smile he could muster.

Her frown changed into a smile, and she laid her head on his chest. "You're right, I'm sorry for accusing you, it just seemed so real..."

He brushed the back of her silky blonde hair as to comfort her. "It was just a dream, Sweetheart." He really wished it had been. He didn't have a choice earlier. What could he do? Let her get arrested trying to save her parents? He might as well have just let her get caught originally, then at least her parents would be safe. None of that was supposed to matter in here. She wasn't supposed to be worrying about this in here. He needed to get her to go on an adventure so she would relax and rest up for tomorrow.

"Heather, lets go to our castle. We haven't been there in a while."

"Okay," she said, and smiled up at him. Her blue eyes twinkled.

Abruptly, the skyline changed and a large white castle rose up from the flowery field. Banners flew from every turret and every high place that anyone could reach.

This is better
. he thought.
Something to get her mind off of things.

The two of them walked hand-in-hand as a pink carriage came rolling out of the distant gate, pulled along by white stallions. Since this was a dream, they moved incredibly fast, and covered the distance to them before they had taken more than a few steps in their direction. As the little closed carriage came to a stop next to the couple, Brian reached up and opened the door, revealing a cushy and pillowed interior, all colored in pink. Turning, he lifted her up and swirled her in a circle as she giggled until he put her down into the coach.

"You're going to hurt yourself one of these times," she said.

"I don't think so. You're a light s a feather," he laughed.

"Brian?"

"Yes, My Princess?"

"Who's that?"

Turning, Brian was surprised to see one of those government agents standing not far away, his hand against his ear, as he talked into his wrist. A dark cloud passed overhead again. blocking off most of the light, as a thick, almost solid fog rose up from the ground, and a stale sickly smell came with it.

"He's not there, Sweet One. He's just an illusion." He coughed at the surprisingly foul odor that was now the fog.

"Look!" She cried, "there's more, and they're coming for me!"

Sure enough, there were now three of the men in black suits. They were all walking confidently, talking to not-so-hidden microphones as they came. Fog ran like tracers behind them, as their speed started to pick up. A scream spun Brian back around to find the coach had changed from bright pink to dark black. The coach door slammed shut in front of him and the window now had bars. Heather stared out at him through them and screamed. "What's happening to me? Why can't I get out!"

The door was locked, now, and no matter how hard he pulled on it, he could not get it to open. A man in black looked down from the driver's seat on top of the coach and laughed a hollow, empty laugh. He cracked a wicked looking multiforked whip at the train of horses, pulling the coach door out of Brians hand, and sending the coach charging toward the now black castle.

"What the
hell
?" Brian wasn't sure what was going on here. He had seen some nightmares in the past that she had, but nothing like this.

"Brian!
Help me
!" She screamed from the speeding coach.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back at her, just as six arms grabbed him from behind. How they got him around his neck and his chest, as well as his legs, he had no idea. He tried to break away from these phantom agents only to find they were stronger than himself.

"This isn't possible, you're just humans!" he realized the absurdity as he said it, when in fact they weren't human at all. He had to stop treating this as if it were real, and remember this was a dream. In dreams, the laws of physics did not apply. With a thought he passed through all six arms, having become as insubstantial as the mist that surrounded him now.

The three agents seemed unperturbed by his escape, and moved with him, reaching and grabbing in a vain attempt to grapple him.

"This is getting ridiculous." Brian waved his hand, and the mist that had just been slowly rising up and doing nothing more than hovering about the place came alive at his command. The fog rolled and shifted and struck out at the three agents, wrapping them in thick tendrils as strong as steel bonds. At least that's what Brian wanted it to be. Since this was a dream, anything he wanted should be his to create or command. The key was not to get wrapped up in this fantasy land and forget that it wasn't real.

A scream reminded him of the apparent danger Heather was in. From the looks of it, she was almost to the castle entrance.

"Well, I hope you boys don't mind, but I have a damsel to rescue!" He nodded to the thrashing men in black, and willed himself to the inside of the coach.

"Brian, you're here!" Heather cried, and wrapped her arms around him, her lips coming into contact with his, surprisingly eager and hungry. He had thought this was to be a simple rescue, but now it just might be more. The speeding coach rose up into the air then dropped back down, sending it's two occupants flying apart.

"Brian, what is going on?"

He considered telling her the truth. After all, these were her dreams, and she should be able to take control of them far better than he, but he knew it would never work. He could never make her understand what was really going on. It would be better if he just played along and got her to, as well, that way she could change everything with a drop of a hat the moment her mood changed. Looking out of the locked coach, Brian could see that the front gate had been what caused the jolt. The black carriage was now entering the courtyard of what used to be Heather's princess castle. The place was a favorite of hers time and time again, so he was a bit surprised to see how it was now decorated. In the place of bright banners now waved what appeared to be the dead bodies of her friends and family. Everywhere he looked they were duplicated in macabre positions throughout the high place of the castle. Agents seemed to be in the positions of all her old servants, and even now he could see several of them nailing another corpse of Chuck to the side of a tower.

Admittedly, he did look good hanging there, but the last thing he needed was Heather thinking about him now.

"Heather, I need you to trust me."

"I do trust you sir, Brian." Ah, he was a knight in this dream. Well, he'd rather be another prince here to take her hand in marriage, but a knight could be fun, too.

"Hold on to me tightly, and close your eyes." He said to her.

"Why? Whatever for?"

"Trust me princess, no harm will come to you," She nodded and closed her eyes, grasping him tightly around his waist. He needed to do this quickly before she lost control of herself and thus took control of everything subconsciously again. It only took a moment and they were both standing outside the castle walls a good distance away from it.

"Open your eyes."

She did and looked around in wonderment. "How did you do that? " She smiled and brought her hands together in front of her face as she coyly looked at him.

"A magician never reveals his secrets, My Lady." He bowed deeply to her.

"My hero!" She embraced him, and once again pressed her lips against his. He could feel her breath against him, and the firmness of her body and breasts pressed tightly against his. He had always enjoyed these encounters in the past, and yet it somehow felt hollow this time around. He couldn't help but wonder what her real lips would taste like. What would the firmness of her breasts feel like as they pressed up against his chest? It was one thing to dream about it, but right now in the real world, the two of them laid in the same bed, pressed tightly together, and this fantasy was but a shadow of what could be right now, if he were to wake and wake her as well.

He opened his eyes and pulled away from her kiss. The field and castle were no more, and neither were the pink dress with blue flowers. In their place was a black, red frilled garter belt and panties... topped with the same color bra, They were now standing in a honeymoon sweet with a large, red, heart-shaped bed. It could get real confusing in here at times when her mood was constantly changing.

"My Hero. I think it's time to give you your reward." She said as she stuck her finger in her mouth then slowly pulled it out. "Why don't we get you out of those nasty clothes?" she said as she walked as sexy as he could ever imagine. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing six-inch stilettos before, but it did look good to him

You know, maybe this isn't the real thing, but it isn't half that bad.
he thought.

"Room service!" a loud knock at the door interrupted them

"Did you order anything?" He asked, expecting a yes.

She shook her head. “Tell them to go away."

"Not now!" He yelled at the door, "we're busy, come back later."

Heather giggled and bent down to unbuckle his belt. A loud crash caused them to both jump as an ax-head burst through the hotel door, producing a large hole. A man with slick backed hair and black sunglasses stuck his head in a moment after pulling the ax back. "I said
ROOM SERVICE!
" The agent screamed at them.

"Oh my God, they're coming for me!" Heather screamed as the agent took another chunk out of the door with the ax he was using.

"I cannot believe this..." Brian shook his head

"We need to run, we need to get out of here!" She put her hands on her head and started jumping in a circle.

"Heather, relax," Brian stood up and walked to the door. The agent stuck his head back in and growled at him barring his teeth. Brian leaned his face just out of reach of the growling agent and locked eyes with him for a split second. "Hit yourself with that ax."

The Agent paused, then pulled his head back into the hallway, a second later a meaty 'thunk' sound came from the hallway.

Brian smiled to himself and turned back to calm Heather. Two, red, glowing eyes looked in from outside the room's window. They were there for only a second, staring at him, as if pondering him, then they vanished.

A sickly feeling filled his stomach as he locked eyes with whatever he thought he saw, then, like the eyes themselves, the feeling was gone.

The smell of her hair was the thing he thought he would remember the most when he came out of her dream. It wasn't surprising as his face has completely buried in it at the time. It had a strong cherry smell to it. Whatever shampoo she must use, it had to be pretty good as even after a day and a night, her hair still smelled clean and wonderful. Her body shifted away from him as he just laid there and just enjoyed the smell of her. It was disappointing, really. He hadn't quite realized how good she felt against his body until she rolled away. Now his body actually began to ache as she stretched and rolled onto her stomach.

He contemplated going back into her dreams for a bit longer, after all, there was no telling what trouble or fun she could be getting herself in to, and he would be missing it all. Glancing out his window from where he lay, he could see that it was already lightening outside. He had stayed inside with her for longer than he meant to, but it really couldn't have been helped. She'd needed him, and without him, she would still be lost in those crazy nightmares she was having. Usually, she had nice dreams, rarely ever had she anything like it'd been that night. Well, then again, he couldn't remember
anything
quite like that before. when she did have nightmares they were disjointed and chaotic in nature. No one thing was able to keep itself prominent in her mind for any length of time. Brian could usually break up anything that would actually, on those rare moments, stay for longer than normal.

He felt it was part of his job in watching over her. She needed it in this world, and since she wouldn't let him be in it except at long distance, he chose to protect her in that world, The world of her dreams. It was only a few months ago that she had caught swine flu. The dreams that sickness produced had been the worst. She had a high fever from what he had heard, and he could believe it, as her dreams were everything one would expect from fevered dreams. Clashing colors, continuous sounds that never went away. People and things morphing continuously, and situations completely replaying themselves over and over. He could remember one scene where he took it to be from a TV show she had watched earlier that week. The scene was innocuous in itself, that was until it kept playing over and over, faster and faster as if it were some sort of crazy carnival ride. It had taken him quite some time to stop it from restarting. The effect of it was akin to some sort of crazy water torture. At least, it felt that way to him, as he too had to live through it.