sanguine dreams [judas]

[Mora]

A hand lazily fell over Judas’s sleeping frame as she turned over. She originally had her back to him. The air around them was hot. Like it was finally changing seasons, you could feel the heat in the air. Eyes opened as she looked around the darkness of the crypt. It was usually illuminated by candlelight but she had blown them out, to help the sleeping process, Mora could rarely sleep with any form of light around her. Judas didn’t mind either. She got out bed, and slipped over to the small bathroom next to the bedroom and splashed her pale features with cold water. Moss green orbs looked at the taps before turning the water off and heading back into the bedroom and back into bed. She felt cooler now, cool enough to sleep.

Mora did what she normally did each night and nestled into Judas’s cold frame. Her own cold hands wrapped around his torso as she pulled herself closer. One half of her face was pushed against his back as she let herself relax, until finally she was asleep.

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Dream
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Forest green eyes found themselves locked on the scene around her, a low grey fog slowly rolling in around her ankles. When she found herself looking down on herself, well she didn’t realise she would be barefoot. Pale toes pushed against the dirt beneath her, as the brown dirt nestled itself between her toes. She wore a long white nightgown. Her golden hair was down, caressing the pale skin on her chest. She didn’t know where she was, she was expecting a dream about chickens. Mora usually dreamt about chickens, she didn’t know why – it just usually happened.

So, she took a step forward, then another until the fog slowly got thinner around her until she could see where she was; a graveyard. She blinked a couple of times. This was rather morbid for one of her usual dreams, but then again. Mora wasn’t the morbid type. She was a pacifist did anything for family, but never got involved in public affairs unless it directly involved her or her own. Still trekking through the foggy graveyard she was admiring the tombstones looking for any names she may have known. Yet, most of them were run down and cracked.

Until she came across one, it was alone atop a small hill. A bouquet of roses lay against the stone, as she neared closer. There was a name. She squinted at it until she knew what it read. Addison Reid. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she turned around. Only to be greeted by the face of Judas. She didn’t think she just fell into his arms. Nestling her head against his shoulder. “I am so sorry.” She said. Unsure why she was apologising, she didn’t know much about his past. She didn’t ask, he would tell her when he wanted to.

Yet, she still didn’t understand that this was his dream, and not her own.

[Judas]

He was dreaming. He knew he was.

Judas was back at the scene of the crime so to speak. In front of him stood the remains of Cai’s childhood home, still smoldering as if the fire had only just happened instead of two years prior. That’s how he knew it was a dream. Cai had still been himself then, and had been with Lia then. So much had changed since that fire but Judas knew that Cai had never regretted what had happened that night. Addison Reid had been a ***** and that was putting it politely. He doubted anyone had missed her. The world was a better place without that toxic woman.

Judas.

The voice was so quiet at first that Judas didn’t pay any attention to it but he knew something was changing. Fog was rolling in, encasing the sad remains of the ruined house mixing in with the slight plumes of smoke that rose from the blackened wood. The scene shifted and the house was gone. Instead of standing in front of the house he was now at the cemetery gates. Even though he had no clue where he was he seemed to have a general idea of where he was supposed to go.

Judas.

This time he heard it. “Addison.” Lovely. Now she was haunting his dreams and he had no idea how to get rid of her. Thankfully it only seemed to be her voice and by now Judas had become an expert at blocking her out. If only there was a way to get rid of her entirely but as far as he knew, it was all in his head. No one else could hear her but him. Maybe he was losing his mind. He pushed that thought away. Now was not the time to think about it.

As he climbed the hill he saw her. Only it wasn’t Addison as he had expected. It was Mora. His wife. His beloved. What was she doing in his dream? She was wearing a long white gown and her hair was loose around her shoulders just as he liked it. He stooped in his tracks to admire her form. She looked quite like an angel standing there with the fog swirling around her bare feet.

He didn’t even have to look to know where they were. The roses gave it away. They were standing in front of his mother’s grave. But why? Mora turned then, taking him by surprise. A slight smile had his lips curving upwards. “Why are you sorry?” He gestured towards the headstone. “I’m not. She was a miserable ***** in life, and I’m sure she’s the same in death.” His arms wrapped around her small form and his lips brushed over her forehead. “What are you doing in my dream beloved?”

[Mora]

What an odd dream.

She couldn’t help but think it. She knew vampire life could be morbid. Eternal life, with an extra dose of ‘you will always remember the things you most regret’. One of the things she’d always regret – the murder of her own mother. She’d never be able to tell her mother goodbye, or even that she was sorry she killed her. What she had done was in a blind fit of rage, nothing more. Granted there was a fair few years stock piled full of anger and pain. She had only hoped the woman was at peace now. No more alcoholic binging for her.

Yet, she was unsure why she was standing before her mother’s tomb stone, how did she get here? Who was Addison Reid. Her head shifted against Judas’s shoulder as she brought her eyes up to look at him. His arms wrapping around her slender form as she planted a kiss to his neck. As his own lips grazed against the flesh of her forehead. She edged a little closer into him so her whole body pressed against him then. If she could feel the cold around her, she would.

“I do not know who this person is, but they must’ve been someone you cared about.” She said. Looking down at the bouquet of roses. She had to have been someone close to him. A sister perhaps? Or maybe a mother. Then he mentioned that he wasn’t sorry and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Then I am not sorry.” The telepath peered at the male then looked down at the dirt that still covered the bare feet. She wiggled her toes, the dirt scratched against the flesh. It certainly felt real, for a dream.

His Dream?. Mora blinked. “This is my dream, my love.” She laughed. “Isn’t it obvious that I dream of my husband when I sleep?” Another laugh then. “I cannot insert myself into another’s dream.” She knew there were some people who could essentially dream walk. Mora was almost certain she didn’t have that ability. She was a telepath though. Telepaths could manipulate the mind. “Unless, this is…..vathia.” She gasped. Clutching to Judas’s shirt.