Instinct. [Not your Average Vampire Tale] X Seventeen.Mature

Just a dream. It was just a dream. Oh, who am I kidding; that wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. With evil around every corner.

I knew I would not be able to fall asleep after that. Too scared. Too frightened that if I close my eyes, it will happen all over again. I'd see my mother and then she wouldn't be there anymore. That was heartbreaking enough.

Then, I'd have to hear him.

That cruel, merciless voice that could only belong to him. I could still hear his words, ringing through my ears.

Gone Forever. I shivered. Well, I could hear something anyway. Like a dull, rhythmic thumping. Except ... words? No. Lyrics.

'Pain, without love, Pain. I can't get enough, Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothin' at all ...'

Why is Three Days Grace playing? Where is it coming from?

Oh, I have nothing better to do. Sighing, I flipped the covers over and made my way over to open the door. Once again, Damien had thought ahead - a soft pair of burgundy pyjama's in the sidetable draw. I feel more comforted that I won't be investigating in the nude.

The music was much louder out here, potruding from the room at the very end of the corridor. Luke's room. A poster of a woman wearing a skimpy leopard print bikini was staring at me, taped by the corners on the wood. Typical.

I walked hesitantly down the corridor, my footsteps muffled by the carpet and I was just about to turn the handle of the door when I stopped. Should I? He might have fallen asleep and simply forgotten to turn his stero off. I don't want to disturb him ...

"You can come in, Faye." Balls. My eyes widened - I keep forgetting about his mind abilities. Touch isn't neccessary to know what someone happens to be thinking. I turned the handle, poking my head through the doorway, sheepishly. Luke was lieing on his bed, legs stretched out and his hands cupping the back of his neck.

"Sorry. I couldn't get back to sleep ... and I heard your music .."

"It's alright. You're not gonna stand out there all night I hope?" He smiled jokingly and gestured for me to sit beside him. As I did so, Far away by Nickelback started to play. Hmm. Luke has good taste. I propped one of the pillows behind my back, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"So why were you up?" He looked at me with tired eyes when I asked. Has he even been to sleep at all? Certainly didn't seem like it.

"Too much to think about. Perfect time to test out my new CD." He patted his sound system affectionately, causing me to smile lightly. He really was passionate about his music. Whenever I was upset or angry back home, I would draw. I didn't know why exactly, it just helped me to relax and let everything out. I guess the same appiles to his private time with his music.

"Why are you awake?" Because my father is in my head and I'm too scared to go back to that.

"Bad Dream." Is what I actually said.

"What happened?" The one thing I didn't want to do right now was tell anybody. Not Jamie, Damien or Luke. I turned away a little but when I recieved several pokes in the ribs, I gave in.

"You are the master of persuation, aren't ya?" I rubbed my sides, and he chuckled.

"Did you expect anything less? Now, what happened in this dream of yours?" In all fairness, I wouldn't have admitted anything to him the first time we met. But now?

"Lots happened. Everything was dark, but I saw my mother appear. She was just how I imagined her to be ..."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"It wasn't until everything changed. She was gone and I couldn't breathe. He was there." Luke nodded, knowing exactly who I spoke of.  I shrugged, ending the explanation. We both sat there in silence for a good five minutes; the CD had finshed, so there was no music to fill the room.

"You know, there's no reason to suffer by yourself. I can't stop you dreaming but we're all here if you just need someone to vent out to." He gave me a sympathetic look.

"Is it really me you should be telling that to?"





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