Dream [011] MONSTERS
((This dream is locked from Frank and contains violent images. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also, no one but Naomi will see Kaname's face.))
The light in Naomi's lab was unusually dim as the dark-haired woman crashed through the door. Disheveled was the only way to describe her appearance. The once white sleeve of her lab coat was torn and soaked through with blood. Her shoes long forgotten, the gash in her nylons went from below her knee to her thigh, exposing her soft skin. With frantic panting, the woman's eyes flickered about quickly. Her laboratory had always been a place of comfort, but in this strange darkness her lab equipment looked foreign- sharp ends sticking out at odd angles. Everything looked dangerous.
A low growl erupted from the hallway behind her, bringing about a new wave of panic over Naomi. Choking back a gasp, the woman turned quickly to face the approaching demon.
"Vamp? Tohru?" Her voice softened. "Frankie?"
With a giant mass of red veins coursing across his body, the half-demon grinned wide at Naomi. Heat, caught in the middle of his transformation, took a bite out of the thick fleshly arm in his hand. Though barely recognizable, the doctor couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the pale skin and green glove. The stink of Vamp's rotting arm brought a surge of nausea through her. Barely able to swallow down the bile in her throat, she pushed past the man, her bare feet pounding loudly on the hardwood floor.
Hearing no noise behind her from Heat, Naomi finally allowed herself a moment to pause, an attempt to catch her breath. The man must have been too engrossed in his meal to give chase. She couldn't remember her small house being so large before, but everything felt so unusual without light. Stepping softly through the darkened living room, the doctor almost found herself breathing normally again when a creaking floorboard gave away another person's presence inside of her cottage.
Her heart racing for a second time, she turned to flee through the front door when she found herself freezing. A sudden familiar tug began to draw her towards the kitchen. Finding herself unable to resist the allure of the person who was waiting for her, Naomi gave in, walking slowly into the small room.
Though his face was blurred within the dream so that no viewers could see him, Naomi recognized the man instantly as Kaname, his slender build and sharp grin burning deeply into her mind. The vampire seemed very amused to see the woman drawn so forcefully in front of him.
Opening her mouth to speak, the woman stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as blood began to seep out of the vampire's mouth. It was then that she noticed the warmth surrounding her bare feet. A sort of wet, sticky feeling that caused her to gaze down...
Neck twisted at an impossible angle, Adachi's lifeless body was surrounded by a pool of blood, his officer's uniform not soaking up enough of it from the large wound in his neck. Though his skin was always considerably pale next to her own, in comparison to the dark red around him, he looked like a ghost. Kaname smile only sharpened.
Knees shaking violently, Naomi can barely keep herself standing as she gazed down in horror at the dead detective. These demons don't seem to want to kill her, but it almost doesn't matter. Seeing the people she's become close to eaten and emptied was too much for her to take. If the gore alone wasn't enough to make her sick and vulnerable, the feeling of loneliness that suddenly cut through her made her feel completely helpless.
Turning from the horrid scene in front of her, Naomi pushed past her front door, running out of the cottage. As the sun shone down on her face, the woman almost was able to smile. The helplessness was gone. She was safe now. She was- She came to a pause a few feet in front of another figure.
His green eyes sharpened to a glare in her direction, Snake shook his head slowly before gazing down at the small form laying in front of him.
Frank, or Gray as the residents of Somarium know him, looked small and peaceful as he lay on the warm grass in front of Snake. Though he appeared as if he was only sleeping, the horrors that she had recently faced made the woman paranoid and afraid for her brother. Falling to her knees beside him, she quickly took his pulse.
Nothing. No pulse. His body was cold besides the small heat that the warmth from the sun had given provided him with.
Bowing her head, Naomi couldn't believe it. Her voice came out hardened to Snake, blaming him for her pain. "I-I thought you said you'd protect him."
The soldier's tone of voice matched her own. "Foxdie."
And with that single word, Naomi's world came crashing down, everything going black.
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[Letting out a small, sad cry, Naomi manages to roll over on her side, pulling the blankets up over her head.]
The light in Naomi's lab was unusually dim as the dark-haired woman crashed through the door. Disheveled was the only way to describe her appearance. The once white sleeve of her lab coat was torn and soaked through with blood. Her shoes long forgotten, the gash in her nylons went from below her knee to her thigh, exposing her soft skin. With frantic panting, the woman's eyes flickered about quickly. Her laboratory had always been a place of comfort, but in this strange darkness her lab equipment looked foreign- sharp ends sticking out at odd angles. Everything looked dangerous.
A low growl erupted from the hallway behind her, bringing about a new wave of panic over Naomi. Choking back a gasp, the woman turned quickly to face the approaching demon.
"Vamp? Tohru?" Her voice softened. "Frankie?"
With a giant mass of red veins coursing across his body, the half-demon grinned wide at Naomi. Heat, caught in the middle of his transformation, took a bite out of the thick fleshly arm in his hand. Though barely recognizable, the doctor couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the pale skin and green glove. The stink of Vamp's rotting arm brought a surge of nausea through her. Barely able to swallow down the bile in her throat, she pushed past the man, her bare feet pounding loudly on the hardwood floor.
Hearing no noise behind her from Heat, Naomi finally allowed herself a moment to pause, an attempt to catch her breath. The man must have been too engrossed in his meal to give chase. She couldn't remember her small house being so large before, but everything felt so unusual without light. Stepping softly through the darkened living room, the doctor almost found herself breathing normally again when a creaking floorboard gave away another person's presence inside of her cottage.
Her heart racing for a second time, she turned to flee through the front door when she found herself freezing. A sudden familiar tug began to draw her towards the kitchen. Finding herself unable to resist the allure of the person who was waiting for her, Naomi gave in, walking slowly into the small room.
Though his face was blurred within the dream so that no viewers could see him, Naomi recognized the man instantly as Kaname, his slender build and sharp grin burning deeply into her mind. The vampire seemed very amused to see the woman drawn so forcefully in front of him.
Opening her mouth to speak, the woman stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as blood began to seep out of the vampire's mouth. It was then that she noticed the warmth surrounding her bare feet. A sort of wet, sticky feeling that caused her to gaze down...
Neck twisted at an impossible angle, Adachi's lifeless body was surrounded by a pool of blood, his officer's uniform not soaking up enough of it from the large wound in his neck. Though his skin was always considerably pale next to her own, in comparison to the dark red around him, he looked like a ghost. Kaname smile only sharpened.
Knees shaking violently, Naomi can barely keep herself standing as she gazed down in horror at the dead detective. These demons don't seem to want to kill her, but it almost doesn't matter. Seeing the people she's become close to eaten and emptied was too much for her to take. If the gore alone wasn't enough to make her sick and vulnerable, the feeling of loneliness that suddenly cut through her made her feel completely helpless.
Turning from the horrid scene in front of her, Naomi pushed past her front door, running out of the cottage. As the sun shone down on her face, the woman almost was able to smile. The helplessness was gone. She was safe now. She was- She came to a pause a few feet in front of another figure.
His green eyes sharpened to a glare in her direction, Snake shook his head slowly before gazing down at the small form laying in front of him.
Frank, or Gray as the residents of Somarium know him, looked small and peaceful as he lay on the warm grass in front of Snake. Though he appeared as if he was only sleeping, the horrors that she had recently faced made the woman paranoid and afraid for her brother. Falling to her knees beside him, she quickly took his pulse.
Nothing. No pulse. His body was cold besides the small heat that the warmth from the sun had given provided him with.
Bowing her head, Naomi couldn't believe it. Her voice came out hardened to Snake, blaming him for her pain. "I-I thought you said you'd protect him."
The soldier's tone of voice matched her own. "Foxdie."
And with that single word, Naomi's world came crashing down, everything going black.
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[Letting out a small, sad cry, Naomi manages to roll over on her side, pulling the blankets up over her head.]