THIS POST IS VERY GRAPHIC. Teo's nightmares are terrible. D: I almost cried writing this.
Tawny. He'd keep that in mind. The girl faded off to sleep shortly after speaking and with a sigh, Teo deemed her fit to rest without being hawked over. He shooed Camilla to her room for the night and turned back to the girl, gently draping the blanket over her, up to her chest, and then stepping back to blow out the candles in the room. His work was done.
He wandered back out into the main room and took time to wait up for Alaki another hour. When the male didn't come home by the time the clock on the wall said it was midnight, the albino worriedly went to bed, blowing out the candles as he went and stripping down to his fur before sliding into his and Alaki's huge bed. It didn't take long for sleep to clutch him and the boy faded into his dreams.
A sunlit feild of golden wheat. The sweet scent of Italian wine in the distance. Matteo stood in a daze, gazing out across the wheat feilds of his mother's farm. It hadn't changed a bit. Behind him, as he turned to look, the old homestead still looked as good as new. It was the sight of his mother on the front porch, knitting a sweater, that clued him in that this was a dream.
Fear engulfed him instantly. His dreams about home always led to one thing...
Suddenly, he was tied up, legs spread, arms cuffed, a gag in his mouth and blood already running down his face and chest. Above him, that familliar outline of a beast; Giuseppe. He was hunched over the smaller albino, carving into him with a knife. Teo tried to scream, but the gag kept him silent in his suffering. The pain felt so real and suddenly he'd forgotten that this was all just a nightmare.
He stared up in anguish at the figure above him as the taller man sat up. Suddenly, those long ears weren't so long anymore... more fur. Darker. Thicker. Brown eyes turned blue and suddenly Alaki knelt over him, with something... or rather, two things in his hand, dangling limp. A white pelt, a black pelt. Ivory and Ebony. Avresti dovuto rimasto lontano, puttana poco. The voice wasn't Alaki's, nor Giuseppe's. Like something out of hell, his mate's body, his brother's cruelty, but his father's voice.
Matteo screamed, just in time to watch as the nightmarish man grabbed hold of the limp bodies by their tails, the other hand still holding their tiny heads. He held them up above the frantic albino, to show him that they were still moving, still squealing in terror. Occhio per occhio, caro fratello.
A terrible pair of gurgled shreiks, the scream of someone, though he couldn't tell who, the laughter, sick and crazed, of the nightmarish man above... and slowly, that man pulled his arms apart. Matteo watched in horror as his phantom tore his childrens' heads off in front of him, dropping them carelessly on the terrified albino...
..and then going in for the final kill.
Matteo woke with a start, silent as ever but crying and in a cold sweat (that is, if dogs could sweat and cry). He sat up slowly, reaching for his neck as he did. Still whole. The room was silent, but Alaki's scent was faded. He still wasn't home. Camilla was still in her room and Matteo couldn't think enough to realize that his patient had snuck in while he'd been sleeping.
Instead of going back to sleep, the boy curled up and cried. His shoulders shook and near silent sobs broke the silence in the room, choked and tired, as if he'd been fighting a war only a minute ago. He could still smell the blood, the scent of fear, the rot. He wasn't sure how; normally scents didn't follow him once he'd woken from dreams like this.
Dreams like this... He'd slept alone again. Normally, if Alaki couldn't make it home in time for bed, the boy curled up with Camilla and read her bedtime stories until they both fell asleep. He'd sworn to give her space once she'd become a Zepar. Now he had no one to cling to when Alaki was away or busy.
He hadn't had a nightmare like this since... since the last time Giuseppe had...
More sobs, a touch louder this time. The broken angel was feeling the pain of his suffering yet again.
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