02-06-2009, 03:37 PM
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The dream had come to him again. Gabriel had not dreamt of that night for months, but something had triggered it. He saw the woman, crying, begging. He saw a blue-eyed devil destroy her, and spill blood on the ground. He saw her crucified and saw that blood pour like a river, and this time he could smell it. He opened his eyes in the dark and saw the vision still, but now heard a voice that did not belong to God, nor belong to his mother. It was his father’s voice, as it had been when he last heard it.
Silently, moving away from the sleeping bodies of his son and two wards, the man headed down to the shore. He walked with a purpose, still tasting blood in his mouth. The hybrid found her, scarred, twisted, destroyed by his bloodline (as it was meant to be, it seemed) and stopped dead in his tracks. “You need to go home,” he said, not asking as he might have when Faolin was there, but now demanding.
The dream had come to him again. Gabriel had not dreamt of that night for months, but something had triggered it. He saw the woman, crying, begging. He saw a blue-eyed devil destroy her, and spill blood on the ground. He saw her crucified and saw that blood pour like a river, and this time he could smell it. He opened his eyes in the dark and saw the vision still, but now heard a voice that did not belong to God, nor belong to his mother. It was his father’s voice, as it had been when he last heard it.
Silently, moving away from the sleeping bodies of his son and two wards, the man headed down to the shore. He walked with a purpose, still tasting blood in his mouth. The hybrid found her, scarred, twisted, destroyed by his bloodline (as it was meant to be, it seemed) and stopped dead in his tracks. “You need to go home,” he said, not asking as he might have when Faolin was there, but now demanding.