I wrote a blog awhile back that inspired an idea. One that never got to take off. So today I'm reposting the blog and the start of the story idea that goes with it.
Enjoy
Always J
Jumping up my heart races
Every inch of me shakes
My breathing rapid
My eyes looking for him
He randomly comes in the dream
The demon usually doesnt have a face
I feel his presence before I see him
My skin starts to crawl..
He reaches into my thoughts
My fear his playground.
He keeps looking trying to find something
He stirs so many fears as he looks
He stops and smiles
Hes found it
He walks to it quickly
I feel the panic
He reaches and grabs
I whimper as he holds my deepest most dark secrets
My fear
He shows his grin as he opens the box
Slowly he reaches inside
He moves his hand around
He looks puzzled
He has nothing in his hand
He rushes to me
And asks what it is.
I tell him my fears are laid out
"They are right there for you
You didnt see them because you were to busy wanting to find this.
My deepest fear is nothing
I fear being nothing, having nothing and nothing to love or love me back. I fear the emptiness the loneliness. I fear the dark and unknown. I fear loving and being loved. I fear myself."
He sets the box down huffed and looked around
"You have all of this and you fear those simple things." In that moment they stared, some how understanding eachothers role in this nightly game. They stood together knowing there would be more chases but tonight this one night they could bring eachother comfort.
Story:
He visited her nightly, sometimes looking for her fear, others just standing next to her. Every night starts the same but never has the same ending....
She lay in bed cuddled under the blankets. Shivering even in the warmth. She pulls them closer to her face knowing tonight he will come. Slowly sleep starts to take over and deep inside she knows he is already here.
Sensing him before she sees him she feels the blanket shift at her feet. His cold icy hands touch her feet. Lightly they move up her legs. Sliding over her skin. Her body wakes to his touch. Her flesh shivers at his touch. He works his way up and slides next to her naked body. Side by side nose to nose he touches her head and says "tonight I will find what I want, tonight I will take your desire and make it ours."
She moans in her sleep giving into his power and let's him in. He runs through her mind racing past the chaos. He stops when he sees what shes been trying to hide. He smirks and walks slowly to it. Picking it up he holds it carefully in his big hands. "This tiny thought is mine, this one little thing will make you mine. I will show you your fantasy and what you deserve. Do you choose to take this journey with me."
Slipping her hand in his she looks up and smiles . "Hold on tight" he says "this will be a night you wont forget." The light goes out and blackness surrounds her. She feels like she is spinning but her feet never leave the ground. His words whisper in her ear "Open your eyes little one and get ready to run tonight this dreamon will make your fantasy come true."
Opening her eyes she glances around. In a dark forest only small bits of moonlight break through the trees. Looking for the dreamon she hears the crack of the branches all around her. She feels trapped. Anxiety builds and her body takes over, fight or flight... she runs.
She runs as fast as she can the sound of others steps right along with her. Hands reach and grab at her but she slips away. Her body exhausting itself her pace starts to slow. He breathing labored she feels light headed. The adrinline burst gone she now has no other driving force. The others around her slow as well reaching and touching her. She jumps at each touch and starts to fade. As she passes out she sees him standing on the edge of the cliff, the dreamon watches it all play out as she fades to black.
She wakes on a cold slab of stone. hands holding her down. She hears his voice before she sees him. "You call me dreamon and use to fear me, others have different names for me. I can be an incubus to those who dont surrender, I can be a dream weaver to those who do. For you my pet I am your dreamon a mix of both. Tonight I will show you the good in your bad." She feels his hand slide up her leg to the hem of her t shirt. In one move he rips it open. Her body jumps to try to run again but the hands hold her down.
