[013] † [dreamscape]

[kuraha]

Beautiful sunlit gardens, clear pathways, the most charming, lovely girl taking his hand, walking with him--

Cecila...

Shattered! Crucifixion at the hands of the brides - and then they melt away, leaving her, only her, ripping at his chest, screaming at him to give in.

Stop it! No! NononononoNO!

Dracula taking her from him, leaving him to the

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[kuraha]

[kind of staggers to a stop near him, almost stumbling, clothes torn and blood-soaked from the mob in his own nightmare, which seems to have dissipated around the other man]

You're not--

I'm Klaha.

[kuraha]

No, it's--

Dracula? I was just taking a job--

She isn't his. Is she? She was my fiance and he trapped me, and then turned her...