Incubus Dreams - October 27th

[anita_blake]

As Anita wakes up, she makes several realizations.

She is on the floor.

She is on the floor of her kitchen.

She is on the floor of her kitchen, naked.

Slowly, she looks around and sees Nathaniel on the floor at her side, his cheek resting on her thigh. Memory comes back to her, of the hungers, of the ardeur, of the fucking and feeding and memories. Anita eyes dart around, looking for Damian, because Damian was with them, and they land on his form, bathed in sunlight.

Like his pale skin had been dipped in honey, and Anita has the distant thought of how beautiful the vampire looked with his blood-red hair, warm skin, and relaxed features. But the most overwhelming thought was that Damian was bathed in sunlight! She scrambles over to him, grabbing Damian by the ankles, and pulls him out of the sunlight, but then he's awake, screaming, struggling, and Anita panics.

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[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

First the nothingness of death, then a spark of power that burns and laps at him, searing at the edges of his raw spirit, and finally awareness beyond the pain and a rush of bright warmth.

Disoriented, all Damian is able to compute in his panic is the connection between the pain of Anita's power running through his soul and the burst of light that has enveloped him. He might be pulled from the golden rays quickly, but he knows those moments in the sunlight are more than enough to incinerate him.

And with the pain still stinging within, he believes that is exactly what is happening. The screams that leave his throat are harsh, filled with the terror of one who is living one of their worst fears.

There is no thought. There is no rationalisation. There is only that light, and his frantic attempts to remove it from his skin, to beat it off him before it makes his skin smoke and light up like dry tinder put to a raging blaze.