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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 1st Generation
Characters: Vincent Romero
Race: Vampire
Age: 528, physically about 24
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 782 words
More dreams from which I can’t separate truth from fiction. Anything that has to do with my childhood is a lost cause and I don’t know why my brain is attached to bringing these strange dreams to the surface, especially around the summer months. It has been happening for close to a decade now, usually in the hotter months of July and August. Three or four times during those months, my mind will do whatever it desires, and I will dream of things that seem as though they might have been from my childhood—before I was turned.
Even when, my memories of the turning are non-existent, I really have lost about the first two or so hundred years of my life’s memories and I am actually fine with that, as odd as it might sound. It just is one of those things that I have had a lot of time to get accustomed to and that’s all it is.
This time, however, it felt even more personal, that dream. I wasn’t so much a child as I might have been closer to sixteen, maybe even seventeen. Back then, you were long since considered old enough to do your part though you still weren’t quite an adult, as far as I can find.
It doesn’t change much, though, does it?
Lost part of my life and all.
Though I might have been a little older, I remember the scene rather vividly as I tend to with scenes where blood is involved. Mind you, that’s not so much because I crave blood anymore more than because blood just remains with me as a general marker in my life. Not out of choice but I wouldn’t be here without it, and I wouldn’t have my beautiful mate and the not-so-little ones we’ve called our own.
It was dark, the alleyway was barely lit but there was a clear moon in the sky. It was mainly hidden behind thick clouds that looked as though they were getting ready to release their anger out on the world. A storm unlike any others. There just was something in the air. Even in the dream, I could feel that the storm that would come was going to be a big one.
Not very far from me, there was this woman. She’s a stranger to me but if the dream is in any way based on those forgotten memories, maybe she was someone I once knew. We both were looking deeper into the alleyway and I’m the one to tell her that we shouldn’t be where we were. That we had to let it go and not linger over it.
There was the scent of blood around the whole scene, not quite washed out by the scent of the incoming storm. It feels as though it had permeated the whole area. It possibly was a general drinking ground for the likes of us nightwalkers, I just don’t know.
She gave me this look as though I had told her that she had to rip her heart right out. I still don’t know what was going on in that alleyway other than it was highly possible there was—or had been—a dead body somewhere along its depths. Maybe it was someone she had loved. Maybe it was someone we’d both known. Hell, maybe it was another one of us that had met their demise, I just don’t know, and I couldn’t get much more out of that dream other than we had to get out of that alleyway, we couldn’t just stay there.
I didn’t even get to see much more than that. I woke up as the storm started. There was a lightning strike just moments before I was drawn back to the world of the awake but even that didn’t light up enough of the alleyway for me to see deeper within. She took off inside the alleyway, I remember reaching out as though to stop her and well, I woke up.
It wasn’t even with a start, it wasn’t with a jerk, I just woke up naturally as though I hadn’t been mid-dream. These aren’t all that uncommon ways for me to wake up. Most of the time I seem to find myself waking up in the middle of dreams but maybe it just feels that way and the dreams end abruptly. I don’t know how the brain works and while I could ask, it’s not really all that the kind of stuff I’m interested in knowing more about.
I just wonder as to why there seems to be a timer on the general memory-like dreams but it’s fine, they don’t cause any harm.