In the Realm of Nightmares (Closed for Lotharian and I )

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Morgan ... Morgan Elizabeth ... Her life was pretty basic... she worked as a nurse in the local Hospital... She lived in the top floor apartment at the Landeau Complex... She had just had a birthday.. double dueces... 22... and she was alone... all alone...

On most days.. that did not bother Morgan... she went to work.. walked... she did her job... saving lives... she came home... again walked... and she ... HATED IT...

Morgan was lonely... the last time she had anyone in her life.. she had been a teenager... that was when life was good... parties... boyfriends... Denny... her first real... love... oh she knew she wasn't going to marry him... but Denny was sweet.. and had been alot of fun... she missed those days... those good ole days...

Now .. at 22.. Morgan was alone... she retreated into the worlds of fantasy novels.... of fantasy movies... and the world created out on the internet...writing and talking with strangers... usually fantasy related.... she hated the world she lived in... she often went to bed... dreaming about the worlds of fantasy... whether it was dragons and knights... or vampires and maidens... to angels and demons... heros and princesses.... she longed to abandon her world and live in theirs.. it seemed life was... beautiful.. in the world of fantasy and dreams...

The dreams started one summer night... she had dined out.. alone.. and found the expierence especially lonely... all around her .. couples dined... in the moonlight... and it made her feel... all the more alone..

She went to sleep.. after perusing online for a while... she entered her favorite dream world....

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The wind in her hair... gliding over her skin... as the horse under her galloped... she lifting her head.... a cry of pure pleasure and freedom coming from deep inside her.... He was at her side... riding with her... keeping pace with her... and as they reigned in the horses... their favorite place... the lake.... appeared in the moon's light.... Morgan so loved midnight rides.. especially with Him...

Once off her horse.. she glides into His arms.. a passionate kiss shared.. she dancing away from His strong embrace... at the water edge she slips off a boot... dipping her toe in... the water warm .. inviting...

the dream was just like the others she had been having... at least at the beginning... but this one... would end... very differently...

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OOC: Morgan Elizabeth West

22 years old

Nurse

5'6"

120 pounds

Long dark chocolate brown hair... and dark brown eyes...

Morgan is a natural beauty in a very plain sort of way... not model gorgeous... but when she smiles... her stunning beauty shines thru.. she wears no makeup... letting that natural look shine thru

She is alone and lonely... living her life thru fantasy books... movies.. and online sites and chat rooms... and in her own created world of dreams... when she sleeps.. she can be anything she wanted.. with anyone she wanted...

Her dreams were her refuge... until the Nightmares started.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

He was a being of shadow who had existed for the better parts of eternity. When Men came about. He was born from their lust. Their hatred. The raw emotions that dwelled in the subconcious beyond them. He existed in what some called 'The Dream World'. And insubstantial reality made completely of the mind. He was dwelling about again when he felt something... A disturbance... There was a woman with a bond to his world he hadn't quite felt before.

A woman who's deep lonliness made her want to enter his world more deeply than most. He knew little of the world beyond but something seemed to be causing people to want more of fantasy. And this woman seemed to have a strong connection to the dream world as it is...

She was currently lost in a dream. Of some kind of fancy it seemed. He entered it silently, like a poison. She may not notice it at first, but maybe this could be what he was looking for for the past couple of centuries... A being that he can tie so greatly into the dream world, he could use her to begin to enter the REAL world.

He decide to start small...

She was currently cooling her feet in the water. He would cause her to begin to become tied to him. To his fear. To his hatred.

From the water, did a shadow begin to creep up her leg. Like a piece of silk, yet cold as ice. He would begin to test her....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she giggled as she let her foot slip into the water.. she moving it slighlty to watch the gentle waves flow outward... Morgan had always loved this place... since childhood.. at least in her dreams she had...
She heard the heavy step of one of the horses.. and turns.. seeing the animal move in the shadows... her... companion was gone.. where had he gone? Why would he leave her ... alone? Especially at their favorite place?

A chill shivered thru her... it was never cold here.. she thought.. the night had started out so warm.... yet now... her form trembled with that chill... It was then she realized... that cold caressing feeling was coming from the .. water...
Morgan glances down... her eyes widening as she watches a shadow... slithering up her leg... gliding along the skin where she had so delicately pulled up her long skirt... the darkness.. the cold...it felt like the wet... raw.. touch of a serpents tongue... and it slowly advanced... she tried to pull her foot free of the water.. and found.. she could not... the cold tinge of fear grasped her.... she looked frantically around for her ... companion... but he was gone... she was alone... all alone...

"no.. no wait" she pleaded... she trying to brush the darkness .. the chill... off her leg... "no..."..

What was happening...?? This was her dream.. what was happening... In her bed.. Morgan moaned.. murmering "no.. wait" outloud... to no one.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

The shadow didn't hear her please but began to feed on it. Expanding and began to grow up her leg, writhing seductively up her body like a a growing blob that seemed to caress and yet chil her. Caress her enough as to keep her from being so afraid as to awake from her dream. But enough give what he needed to grow.

The shadow slid up her smooth, pale leg that contrasted his shadow. Comforting and chiling, expanding and seeming to draw in her body to his sweet shadow. Pushing forward and onward as long as she writhed and attempted to escape from him.

'Scream for me...' he thought as his shadows writhed. 'Feed me and let me have the strength to grow...'

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ In her bed... Morgan began to groan... her body moving slightly.. especially her leg... she seeming to try and shake something loose... kicking the covers from her as she did so....

In the dream.. she looked down and saw it... something.. that slithered up her leg... the touch was cool... haunting... but it was not the touch upon her flesh that scared her... it was the brush of ... evil.. that she felt deep in her mind.. shaking her head... she trying to pull back...

"no.. let go... " she pleaded... but what was she pleading too? Who? She thought she heard something.. a deep voice....

"Scream for me..." he thought as his shadows writhed. "Feed me and let me have the strength to grow.."

Violently she shook her head to that thought... NO.. she would not scream... as the tendril glides around and upwards.... that slippery... creepy... feeling... touching her inner thigh... higher... closer...

"NOOOO".... Morgan does scream... in her dream her eyes widen as she falls back in terror.. seeing something ... feeling something...

In the real world... she blots upright... the scream caught in her throat... her body shaking... blankets kicked to the ground... she could still feel that touch on her leg... she brushing her hand over it... nothing... nothing there...

"Scream for me"... echos.. fading.. in her mind....what the hell was going on???

Climbing out of bed... she looks at the time... it was no more than 3am.. still the middle of the damn night... but that night sleep would not come again for Morgan...

At work that day... her co-workers commented on how.. tired she looked.... so very tired... Morgan just smiled and told them she had a bad night is all...

She was looking forward to going to bed early and getting a good night's sleep that night... She had no idea that perhaps it would be her last... ~

 

[Lotharian]

It had forced her to awaken too early... no matter, it had drained some of her energy and this would be just the beginning of his rise to the Real World. So quickly had she been brought under his sway, and not just that, but he swore he felt something beyond already... She was very receptive of him.

His embrace had gotten up the better part of her leg... tonight he would aim higher and drive her fear onward to something she wouldn't have felt in the real world. And even when she awoke from it, he would deny her proper sleep. In the world beyond, she would make mistakes. She would get angry... Maybe even loose her job given time. All of which would make her an even more willing recepticle of his darkness...

But now, that shadow stood in wait for it's prey to return her mind to his realm. Waiting for her to give herself to him yet again that he may resume his work...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Morgan made her way home that night... stopping for a sandwich at the local deli... that and a cup of herbal tea.. something to soothe her... she wanted to sleep well tonight...

With a yawn.. she finishes her sandwich and sips her tea.. sitting on the balcony of her apartment.. the breeze was warm...relaxing... the night quiet.... the darkness luring her to sleep... she never even made it to bed... her dark eyes slowly disappearing behind her long lashes.. as her head slips down... and she falls asleep...

She had been reading... as always with her.. the book sitting upon her lap... the story of a haunted princess.. haunted by her true love's death...

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Morgan blinks open her eyes.. sitting up... she was in her bedroom... in the Castle... in the real world.. Morgan was asleep on her balcony.... ... she slips from her grand bed.. slipping the robe about her form... she could hear her father.. the King... down in the courtyard... His voice loud and booming... speaking of finding the killer.. protecting His daughter.. why was He down in the courtyard at night?? The Queen.. her mother was there.. guards were left behind as they walked away... Morgan blinked... drawing the robe tighter about herself.. as she stared out the window...~

 

[Lotharian]

Tonight, the shadow decided to use the dream more fully to his advantage and begin to turn the dream world against her. That would most certainly cause her fear... maybe even enough fear as to try and avoid sleep. All the better for him. She would sleep eventually. And the less sleep she got, the more angry and desperate she would become. He would have to avoid having her come to insanity too quickly though...

The shadow took the form of a figure he had enjoyed from dreams of fear in the lands of Japan. 'Silent Death' were the dreams of those lords, possessed by fear at that time. They called it a 'Ninja'. A man who's goals were to live in the shadow and to bring death... and fear. The perfect form for it to take.

He flitted about the shadows of the courtyard when the dream began, seeing the happy couple that were obviously this woman's fantasy parents. A King and Queen on a loving walk in the bright kingdom... Couldn't have that. With a well thrown shuriken, he began tonights events. And after watching the Queen fall down with a shuriken imbeded in her throat, he flitted off again to see what more chaos he could cause...

Before the night was done, her kingdom of dreams would be torn by flame and sorrow if she wasn't thrown out by fear before it. The shadow now made his way towards the guardhouse to dispose of the Captain of the Guard as well.

Chaos. Pain. Fear.

He was easily able to get within this dream guardhouse with his skills and the fact he wasn't bound by the ideals of 'Physics' or 'Normality' mortals normally bound their dreams with...

He found the guard captain standing in a Hall shouting orders to find the murderer and to save the Princess... Order. Pah! Another shuriken let free upon yet another unsuspecting victim, and with it he made his way out of the window he came in. Defying laws of physics in small enough manner to escape easily, but if the woman was able to see him (which he doubted) she wouldn't be completely aware this was a dream world.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Morgan drew away from the window.. no.. the voice was not coming from the courtyard... no.. wait.. it was the guard... the gurad out in the hall.. outside her door... save the princess???

Morgan looked around confused... what was going on.. what was happening.. she again moved to the window.. staring down... the King.. the Queen... her parents.. were walking away.. away from the guards that protected them.. why.. why would they do that?? .. she tried to cry out to them.. but had no voice... silence was all that came from her lips... what was happening??

From her window.. Morgan saw.. something... moving in the shadows... she never got a look at what It was... just a seemingly flow of darkness... the scream... her mother the Queen... struck down... the King's mournful cry... Morgan screaming... no sound coming out.. and that moving shadow...

She looked around her room.. in a near panic... before running to the door.. throwing it open.. in time to hear the grunt of the guard as He fell to the floor...

Morgan screamed... falling back against the wall of her room... and this time.. her voice came to her.. the sound of her scream echoing into the castle...

She slamming the door... leaning against it... what was going on.. did someone.. something want to kill her... ??


On the balcony... Morgan thrashed.. caught in her dream.. and at the moment.. not waking up..

She paced back to the window.. staring down.. and felt a familiar chill .. seeming to touch her... she shook her leg... without looking... but that persisitant shiver seemed to stay... she steps back from the window... looking down at her leg.. seeing nothing... but feeling that ... cold.. again...

what.. was happening to her...

She sat down on her bed.. taking a deep breath.. no.. no.. she would stay calm ... she could her hear father wailing out in the courtyard... she would... stay calm... lifting to her feet.. she did not bother getting dressed.. the robe all she wore... the princess fled the safety of her bed chambers.. stepping over the body of the Guard.. she ran down the stairs.. emerging onto the courtyard...

"Daddy" she yelled... dropping to her knees beside her father.. the King...

and the dream .. continued.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

The being drew the fear she was feeding into him... yes... That sweet embrace of fear that he loved. Especially this one... if felt like a direct feed of her suffering and fear. She was trying to find a way to escape, and was thus far unable to find one. Good... now what could he do to draw in more fear from her... Then it came to him....

The shadows shifted once more and he moved into the form of a Dark Knight, and summoned forth her Dream Love in this realm before him as to cause something that would bring such suffering and chaos...

A couple of minutes later, the figure in dark plate came into the hallway. His head hidden beneath a pot helm. The guards saluted him, as he exuded an illusion that he was some great soldier of this realm. In his hand, he bore the a head drapped in the dark cowling of the ninja.

The knight pushed open the door to the Princess' chambers and held the head before her. Presenting it. His manner was cold, and cruel. Seeming to bear a sign of malice...

"He wouldn't have gotten close enough to do this if not for you..." The knight said in a voice that seemed to reverberate with coolness and cruelty. And he removed the cowl of the shadowed figure revealing the head of her dream love... her reaction would be priceless.

"I found him shortly after he killed the Captain... and your mother... This damn peasant must've been an assassain the whole time!"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Daddy" she cried...

~ The King lifed his head .. seeing his daughter...

"please .. Morgan.. go back to your chambers.. you are NOT safe out here"... he implored... pointing to a guard to escort her back... giving her no choice in the matter...

Morgan struggled back to her feet.. her cheeks wet with tears.. the guard escorting her back to her chambers... the door closing behind her....
She moves to her bed... sitting down.. sobbing lightly... but not understanding what was happening... a part of her knew this was a dream.. she had yet to descend fully into the dream world...

The door to her chamber swung open... the dark Knight thundered in...

"He wouldn't have gotten close enough to do this if not for you..."

She stared at Him.. He had always scared her.. and from His dark.. menacing figure... she felt that same... chill... seeming to begin to coil around her...

He thrusts before her the head of.... of....

Her scream tore thru the Palace... she fell back... half on the bed... half off... her body shuddering.. shaking as she fell to the floor and backed away from the advancing Knight holding the.... HEAD ... of her... Lover...
She shook her head.. screaming.. "NO.. NOOOOOO".. eyes wide... staring... first at the head.. then at the figure that held it...

Ascending up her leg... she felt the cold tendril climbing up her leg again... her back hit the wall... she had no where to go... her screams echoed in the Castle... bringing her Father.. the King... and the other guards.... but Morgan was lost... and she finally passes out ...

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On her balcony.. Morgan jolts awake... a scream nearly torn from her throat... shaking... she blinks.. trying to focus... chilled... sooo chilled.... she wraps her arms about herself.. as she finally gets up and head inside.. shaking her head... the book is left out on the chair... she wasn't sure she wanted to read that book again...

It was 3am... again...

Climbing into bed... she closes her eyes... "I need more sleep" she murmers to herself... what little she had gotten seemed to have been marred with quite a nightmare.. she could still see that Dark KNight in her mind.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

He was in ecstacy with the connections she had drawn in this dream world... so many to draw off to cause fear and malice! She was addictive... He had never had anything quite like this before in his existance. It seemed all she really had was in this dream world, and he was slowing cutting into her. He swore he felt a strange... tinge when she saw the head of her dream lover... Like a feed-back...

The shadow sat in wait once more, awaiting her to fall asleep once more and what further chaos he can cause to give himself more power... and make her more his. That the only thing she could have in her dreams was him... And that she would suffer for his meal...

Though he wondered what she would create this time for him to play his games in.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

More Dreams

~ Morgan slowly opened her eyes... blinking... long lashes brushing her cheeks as she did so... a hand lifted and slender fingers stroked thru her long dark mane that lay disheveled about her shoulders...

"Morgan.. sweet Morgan... it is time... time to play"... the voice sounded like a haunting song in her ear...
She drew her blankets about her... she could hear music... from downstairs... in her own manor... not a castle.. more of a mansion.. her room was furnished with velvets and flowers... silks and satins... long windowed doors lead to a blacony... music floated from down below... she could hear voices.... as if a party were going on...

"Morgan.. sweet Morgan... it is time.. time to play"... the voice again... she lifted to her feet... letting the blankets fall away... a party... she was to go to a party... time to play... she thought.. feeling a chill...

She selected a gorgeous black gown... that clung to every curve... a low v-neck .. lace dancing along the edges.. her hair fell in a darkened waterfall about her shoulders... a mask... yes... this was a masqurade party... the night... All Hallows Eve... the ebon and ruby mask glides over her eyes.. a smile tickling her moisted.. pink.. lips...

"Morgan.. sweet Morgan... It is time... time to play"

She steps from her room... smoothing her gloved fingers over the silk of her gown... she shivering slightly at the chill... before descending the staircase.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

Ah... so she returned this night for more games? And well and truly was this games. A grand ball but a bit more... dark. He liked it. The entire thing had a much more gothic vibe to it than her other dreams. And for the occassion, did the Shadow dress up for the gothic ball as well.

He appeared as a pale man, dressed in all black, and with a fine rapier strapped to his side. His hair and eyes were a nice black as well... nearly to a supernatural point. His hair was tied back into a pony tail common to the old Imperial Age as some called it. He wasn't well muscled, but wasn't scrawny. And some might fight beauty if they could look beyond the contrast of his ebony dress and hair, and his near ivory skin.

The music playing was a nice, melancholy orchestral piece. The shadow decided to entince her by reaching out to her mind... "Morgan.. sweet Morgan... It is time... time to play" he whispered to her mind. Attempting to draw her out and into the melancholy world where he could begin twisting her mind again.

That is when he saw her... dressed to kill some would call it. More to be killed for him. It allowed him to view that she wished for a more... sensuous experience. So be it... He would turn her wants to fears.

And he would gain so much more strength...

He met her at the stairs and bowed his head to her. "Good evening miss Morgan and welcome to the gala... may I have this dance?" The shadow said as he entended his hand to her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Morgan paused upon that last stair.. as a masked man.. hidden within the game of the ball... the grande masqurade ball... allowed her to take His hand... as her gloved fingers touched His... she felt the slightest of shivers run thru her... but her hand slid within the grasp of His... He bowed His head... she allowing the slightest cant of hers in return...

"Good evening miss Morgan and welcome to the gala... may I have this dance?"

"Good evening.." she whispers back... "I apologize.. but I do not know Your name"... her voice was soft...alluring... the sound of translucent wings that glide in the breeze... she steps off the last stair.. and into His embrace.... she found Him... haunting... and that shiver that seemed to linger... He seemed to glide when He walked... she had to wonder how He would dance...

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Asleep in her bed... Morgan trembled slightly.. drawing the covers over her tighter... to protect herself from the chill that seemed to be coiling around her...
Beside her bed... lain on the table... another book... a series of books... all laced with the stories and tales of a maiden... taken by a vampire... a monster... the grande ball that He hunted her within.. these stories of course have a happy ending... the maiden lived... saved by her love.... the monster vanquished... but Morgan had not reached the end of the story....

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She turned her dark gaze to His... thru the veil of the masks they wore... His eyes were dark... she had never seen such... midnight hued eyes... they were enchanting... hypnotic... she had to rip her gaze away.. for fear of becoming... lost .. within His... ~

 

[Lotharian]

The shadow wore a simple black mask, that merely covered his appearance. (Imagine like the one from Phantom of the Opera, except black and full-faced). He smirked lightly at her remark of not knowing him, and when they got on the main floor, he went upon a simple four-step waltz she could easily follow.

"I apologize.. but I do not know Your name"

"Then that means that I have chosen a good mask..." The shadow said as he took her along for the waltz, his gaze unnerving upon her. And as they danced, every so often would a tendril of his shadow take a feel of her... a taste... But whenever she looked, she would see nothing.

The shadow felt an oddity in his mouth... fangs? Ah... she was in the dream involving vampires... already a nightmare and with him it would be so much more dark. So much more... entertaining.

"What is it that brings you here?" The shadow asked, deciding to play along and lure her to a darker end to his even darker means.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ He had indeed chosen a good mask... for Morgan was mystified as to who... held her in His embrace... He led her to the dance floor...

Morgan was a sensual dancer.. both in life and in dreams.. a little known... talent.. of hers... as He led her into the dance...her body seemed to become one with the music... she glides along the floor.... He easily leading her.. His own movments matching hers... while she floated.. as if on a evening breeze.... He slithered like the serpent in the Bible... her long dark hair shimmered in the flicker of the nearby firelight... her gown... the ebon black.. seeming to cling to her even tighter... she could feel that chill again.. even tho they danced so very close to the fire... she found her breath catching... as the shiver coiled around her..

"What is it that brings you here?"

The question hung there between them... she was unsure of the answer.. how had she come to be here... this was not her home... it was as if she were... drawn... there... the room had been prepared for her... as if awaiting her arrival.. the dress had been... selected... as if knowing she would chose that one... what... had brought her here???

"a .. dream" she answered... truthfully... Morgan did not understand that answer.. not in the dream....

Morgan in the real world.. was suddenly struggling to awaken.. as if a premontion of the nightmare to come had been made known to her... yet she could not wake up.. she was caught in the web of the dream.. of the nightmare...

May I ask... "What is it that brings you here?" ...

Morgan hoped to perhaps recognize His voice... His mask was chilling... but she liked it... she liked the darkness... the intrigue... but inside she felt the slightest pang of .. fear... ~

 

[Lotharian]

The two flowed silently and smoothly along the dance floor like a glass of spilt wine. He enjoyed the taste of her... the lingering fear that hadn't peaked the surface but as of yet was laying beneath the surface. Lingering like the taste of a good drink (or so he had felt from his other journeys).

"What is it that brings you here?"

"A dream..." he said with a beguiling grin. She seemed to be doing well with this simple waltz, so he kicked it up into a six step, to try and keep her focus on moving and less on what he was doing. As more tentacles joined in with the taste.

"I ask dear Morgan... what do you fear? What is it that you're afraid of?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"A dream..." he said with a beguiling grin.

~ His answer.. lacked the .. confusion of hers... His answer was dominant... assured... He knew exactly why He was here... she... did not... Morgan had to shake off that touch of cold that threatened her throat then.. a caress of fear.. she unsure why... why would she fear Him? They were dancing... bodies flowing together.. in a room filled with people... yet... yet it felt as if it were only He and she.. and that thought suddenly scared Morgan...

"I ask dear Morgan... what do you fear? What is it that you're afraid of?"

"Fear?" she asked... her voice trembling slightly.. she looked up and into His eyes... eyes as black as the mask that He wore... she no longer could hear others around them.. the music still played.. taking on a haunting.. etheral meoldic sound... "fffear" she again repeated... she felt it inside.. that welling of ... terror... around her .. the subtle touch of .. tentacles... tentacles of shivering dead touching... she squirmed a bit.. both in His embrace... and in her bed... darkness seemed to be all around her...

"who.. who are You?" she asked the stranger again... His touch was cool... yet strong... she could feel Him.. drawing her to Him.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

"who.. who are You?"

"Just a dream..." the shadow said as he pulled her into him, enjoying that sweet sensation of fear. "Nothing more than a simple dream..."

With that, he begin to feed into her terror and the slight pang of lust that drew her to that outfit, embracing her a deep fierce kiss against all protests made and screams. And as he did this, one of the dark tendrils, no longer needed to be hidden, snaked around her throat. Another two moving to enthral her arms to keep her from thrashing back if she would.

"A simple dream with a simple goal... terror..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"who.. who are You?"

"Just a dream..." the shadow said as he pulled her into him, enjoying that sweet sensation of fear. "Nothing more than a simple dream..."

~ She was drawn against His body... It felt as if a thousand snakes were slithering along His form... her eyes.. locked within His .. widen.. in near panic... the frantic beating of her heart became louder and louder in her ears... mingling with the music that continues to play...

A kiss... He drew her into a kiss... a kiss that surely was with the Devil Himself... her lips meet His... He delving within... she felt as if He were feasting on her soul then.. she tried to pull back... a muffled cry dying in her throat.. the curl of darkness... thick and powerful... wraps about her throat.. as if to claim her air from her... 2 more coil about wrists... she felt caught... a butterfly caught in a rapidly spinning web....

In her bed... Morgan moaned... that same muffled cry becoming caught... her fear seemed to flow from her... heated and sweet.... in both dream and reality...

"A simple dream with a simple goal... terror..."

The words stilled her.... she staring up at the masked face... ~

 

[Lotharian]

The shadow laughed cruely as it held her enthralled now... and he would milk this for the best he could until shocking her best to reality. He would have her so afraid to return to sleep.

"I am he that haunts your dream world..." The shadow said, as it seemed his clothes and mask were melting... forming into a less noticable and defined being of before, and more a humanoid mashing of darkness and shadow. The closest thing the human mind could comprehend to his true form.

"I am he that has caused you such pain and suffering..."

The coil of shadows were once more growing on her legs and she was beginning to be consumed once more by their silky, deadly caress. This time moving much more quickly along her in her growing state of fear. Feeding off her fear to grow.

"Scream for me... let the terror embrace you fully... let it enter your soul..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am he that haunts your dream world..."
"I am he that has caused you such pain and suffering..."

~ She felt Him.. changing... seeming to flow... to slither.. to undulate agaisnt her... she pulls back from the hellish kiss... unable to scream.. the tendril about her throat tightening... stealing her voice... her air... she shudders.. as she feels that cold... chilling... caress..

She felt as if she were drowning... smothering... as the darkness began to overwhelm her... she saw the Devil.. a horrendous Demon... luring her into the depths of hell.. she felt her soul.. as the tendrils of darkness .. those invading tentacles.. tried to rip it from her....

and...

she....

SCREAMED...

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Morgan fell out of bed... tumbling hard to the floor.. she was flailing now.. the blanket and sheet tangled about her shaking form... she was still screaming... loud enough to bring her neighbor running and banging on her door...

Morgan was sobbing now.. as she finally manges to get herself under control... grabbing her robe... she wraps it about her body and goes to the door... the neighbor banging frantically...

"Miss West... Morgan.. MORGAN .. Are you OK?" the voice yelled... *BANG BANG BANG*

She opened the door... and screamed again.. thinking she was seeing that.. NIGHTMARE... once more... but .. wait.. no.. no.. it was only her neighbor... Justin... a nice.. younger man that she saw from time to time....

But it was too much for her.. and she passes out on the floor at His feet.. ~

 

[Lotharian]

The shadow smiled as everything returned to shadow and she was gone, possessed with an exquisite fear. He loved it. Every minute of it. The resonating of it he felt much more... powerful from the whole thing. His once gliding self was seeming in the dream world to become less viscous... as he tried to move about, he felt more like... Ooze than what he was. Truly an odd experience for the being that once moved through the dream world so easily.

But once more she was gone, and he decided to lay in wait for her to return to him...

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Justin was put into shock at how Morgan seemed to just pass out from whatever happened. What was wrong with her? The young man picked up Morgan and mover her to the couch so she could lay down.

He had been awakened by her screams and it sounded like whatever happened it was terrible. It was about 4 or 5 in the morning so he decided now is as good a time as ever to be up. He went to brewing some tea for when Morgan woke up.

He had visited her only on the odd occassion in the past, so it took him a bit but he was able to find where she kept the tea-bags and kettle. If she didn't wake up in fifteen minutes, he was going to call an ambulance. But he decided to first make sure it was serious before giving her a scare.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Morgan indeed was out cold... and no dreams invaded her mind at that time.... when her eyes fluttered open a few moments later... it felt like hours to her... she sat up fast... the room spinning around her... the room.. her room.. her apartment...

Focusing.. she sees someone.. and that image almost invaded her mind yet again... but... no.. it was Justin....

"Justin... how... what.. what happened... ? Did I pass out?"

He offered her a cup of tea... and gratefully she took it from Him... wrapping her fingers around the warmth...

Her mind was racing... the nightmare still fresh in her mind.. her thoughts turned to.. work.. WORK.. she had to get ready and go to work... a glance at the clock.. it was only 6am.. she still had a couple hours.. a sip of the tea helped calm her nerves... ~