♥ dream 001 ♥ blood bath
Warnings: A lot of blood and death?
Effect: Pure joy and happiness turned into complete shock and horror, which can lead to devastation and self-loathing.
Laughter of children could be heard in the distance, as well as bubbling of the water in a fountain and people immersed in their conversations. From the light shining through the windows and the chatter of birds it was easy to tell that the day was beautiful and sunny, one of the nicest so far this summer.
Angelina found herself in a hallway of a very familiar house. Looking out through the window, she saw a magnificent sight - it was as if her dearest memories had become alive again. Lingering there no more, Madame hurried outside to the guests.
As if still not believing her eyes, the woman just stood on the first steps of the stone staircase that led down into the garden and observed the people. Then a joyful scream resounded and a young, blonde girl almost fled into her arms, hugging her as tight as one so small and fragile could.
“Oh, Madame, where have you been? We missed you!” young Elizabeth exclaimed.
Angelina still was too shocked to be able to say anything, when another pair of arms wrapped around her. These deep blue eyes, filled with love and joy, and a mouth, opened in the most sincere and beautiful smile, moved something deep inside of her, and she laughed lightly.
“My apologies, dear ones, I had business to attend. But I won’t leave you waiting ever again. I won’t ever leave you…” Ciel and Elisabeth smiled, still clinging to her dress, as they pulled her down the stairs and into the garden, where other guests were enjoying themselves.
As Madame Red looked into those beautiful blue eyes of Ciel, the weather suddenly changed. It felt as if a storm was approaching in an impossible speed. Day turned into the night; all of the previous sounds - birds, laughter, chatting of people - were gone, turned into a deadly silence.
Averting her eyes from Ciel, who still was smiling as joyfully as before, Angelina looked around in horror to see every last one of the people, who were attending this party, lying in the grass soaked in blood. There were people she knew, people she had been friends with… turning around to face children again, the woman realized in terror that Elizabeth was as dead as the rest of them, her lifeless eyes staring directly into Madame.
Suddenly a scream, completely different to the one she heard before, wavered the air. Ciel fell on his knees, both hands pressed to his stomach, as the blood-red colour spread wider and wider, soaking his robe in dripping blood. In his eyes Angelina could see betrayal that hurt more than anything before in her quite painful life. But she didn’t do anything, why her beloved nephew looked at her like that? A sharp object in her hand bore the answer.
Madame watched as the blood kept dripping down from the knife on the grass and felt hot tears pouring down her cheeks and falling on her blood-red dress. How could she…? Why would she do that? She loved Ciel and Elizabeth, even if the rest of the people weren’t so worthy, how could she do that to both of the kids?
“I… I’m…” There were no words for that. Sorry didn’t even start to cover that. And what could she say anyway?
Turning her gaze back to Ciel, she watched as the last drops of life flew away from him along with the blood, which now was gathered around the boy in a protecting circle of death.
[Angelina woke, breathing heavily and still sobbing, eyes filled with tears, which didn’t stop flowing even now. It was just a horrible dream, merely a nightmare. But was it supposed to feel so real? Surely, she often dreamed about the people she had killed, but never about Ciel… like this. Why this happened?]
Effect: Pure joy and happiness turned into complete shock and horror, which can lead to devastation and self-loathing.
Laughter of children could be heard in the distance, as well as bubbling of the water in a fountain and people immersed in their conversations. From the light shining through the windows and the chatter of birds it was easy to tell that the day was beautiful and sunny, one of the nicest so far this summer.
Angelina found herself in a hallway of a very familiar house. Looking out through the window, she saw a magnificent sight - it was as if her dearest memories had become alive again. Lingering there no more, Madame hurried outside to the guests.
As if still not believing her eyes, the woman just stood on the first steps of the stone staircase that led down into the garden and observed the people. Then a joyful scream resounded and a young, blonde girl almost fled into her arms, hugging her as tight as one so small and fragile could.
“Oh, Madame, where have you been? We missed you!” young Elizabeth exclaimed.
Angelina still was too shocked to be able to say anything, when another pair of arms wrapped around her. These deep blue eyes, filled with love and joy, and a mouth, opened in the most sincere and beautiful smile, moved something deep inside of her, and she laughed lightly.
“My apologies, dear ones, I had business to attend. But I won’t leave you waiting ever again. I won’t ever leave you…” Ciel and Elisabeth smiled, still clinging to her dress, as they pulled her down the stairs and into the garden, where other guests were enjoying themselves.
As Madame Red looked into those beautiful blue eyes of Ciel, the weather suddenly changed. It felt as if a storm was approaching in an impossible speed. Day turned into the night; all of the previous sounds - birds, laughter, chatting of people - were gone, turned into a deadly silence.
Averting her eyes from Ciel, who still was smiling as joyfully as before, Angelina looked around in horror to see every last one of the people, who were attending this party, lying in the grass soaked in blood. There were people she knew, people she had been friends with… turning around to face children again, the woman realized in terror that Elizabeth was as dead as the rest of them, her lifeless eyes staring directly into Madame.
Suddenly a scream, completely different to the one she heard before, wavered the air. Ciel fell on his knees, both hands pressed to his stomach, as the blood-red colour spread wider and wider, soaking his robe in dripping blood. In his eyes Angelina could see betrayal that hurt more than anything before in her quite painful life. But she didn’t do anything, why her beloved nephew looked at her like that? A sharp object in her hand bore the answer.
Madame watched as the blood kept dripping down from the knife on the grass and felt hot tears pouring down her cheeks and falling on her blood-red dress. How could she…? Why would she do that? She loved Ciel and Elizabeth, even if the rest of the people weren’t so worthy, how could she do that to both of the kids?
“I… I’m…” There were no words for that. Sorry didn’t even start to cover that. And what could she say anyway?
Turning her gaze back to Ciel, she watched as the last drops of life flew away from him along with the blood, which now was gathered around the boy in a protecting circle of death.
[Angelina woke, breathing heavily and still sobbing, eyes filled with tears, which didn’t stop flowing even now. It was just a horrible dream, merely a nightmare. But was it supposed to feel so real? Surely, she often dreamed about the people she had killed, but never about Ciel… like this. Why this happened?]