As the day passes and our heros sleep their minds wonder and each one finds solace in dream or mind, whichever seems more real to the self conscious.
Harken finds himself in a mist filled alley, cobblestone below his feet and his breathe visible on the cool night air. Tall stone building rise on either side of the alleyway as the city of London stretches it’s arms to welcome the night. At his feet Harken’s focus is on the mutilated body of a young woman, her clothes are in taters and threads as her once beautiful body now lay sliced and lain open on the cold London street. A bustle of jumbled noise blocks his focus from most of the outside world as a team of police and detectives attempt to keep their meals down as they take notes and examine the scene. Harken’s thoughtless stare breaks as his attention is caught by a flash of light amongst the gore and blood. He reaches down toward the sliced uterus of the young woman, and to his surprise, upon a wipe and inspection, he held in his hand a ring.. A polished and golden ring, only stamped once with a decorative etching of the letter “M”… Perhaps it was the victims and she simply swallowed the treasure to keep it from her pursuer…
As Vlad’s eyes lids fall together and he enters his Dailey slumber his mind begins showing him images that have long sense been gone from his mind.. His eyes slowly adjust to the low light as he finds himself standing confused and alone, surrounded by the sound of movement but unable to focus on a single object.. Panic begins to set it but he quickly shakes it off and forces his eyes to focus on the room around him. As the light adjusts and he becomes aware he finds himself surrounded by hundreds, if not easily a thousand coiled bodies of snakes. A large statue of pyramid stands behind him and peaks at the only light source, a small door in the center of the room.. Assumingly unreachable if this statue had not been in place. In a rush Vlad runs up the statue, toward the opening in the ceiling allowing light to burst through but, with every step he takes, he can HEAR the snakes move closer and the exit he so desperately is reaching for, is closing more and more with each passing footstep. Its been years since Vlad had felt any sort of any resemblance to human emotion.. But in this moment, he could almost feel his heart racing in his chest as he lay dreaming. Just as he reaches the top of the golden pyramid and lunges out for the ever smaller opening at the very top. His hand closes around an object placed atop the tip top of the statue and the stone “trap door” snaps close and he finds himself, holding this foreign object and simply listening to the slithering grow louder.. Glad awakens face down in front of his containment pod in Bionetix… His hand still firmly gripped, he finds a key clenched in his palm!! How could a vampire dream for one!? For another, how could this key be “tangible” and plainly still on his person!!!
As Olias and Boltier find comfort and sleep when the sun meets the cold dew covered walls, the images that plague them both as they dream are sure to make themselves known, the world around them has become more chaotic than either of them had ever expected and a FULL week had passed since EITHER of them had any time to devote ANY time to any real work in the lab.. They recent nighttime activities and newly “restricted” areas down by the containment pods had more than “overtaken” their time.. The only person on the entire office who was truly aware of the recent occurrences was Russell, and he was in mind to betray his long time partner and friend!
Dreams overtake their thoughts as they drift to sleep:
The two mages find themselves in a sun baked and now moon-drowned dessert.. They look around and find only moonlit sand dunes, to which,, they climb the nearest and find a huge temple amongst the sands.. Its stands of solid stone and has the striking resemblance of a sphinx. Save an extrusion and a walkway atop the feline’s cold stone face. Dull reds, pinks, and purples dance in the sun as people being to gather around the dunes of sand that surround this temple nestled just below the sands but plainly visible just the same. Just as it seems no more bodies could fit on the ledges without toppling over into the void which holds the temple itself.. Olias and Boltier remain a full dune behind the temple itself, but still within full view and still remaining unseen by the apparent residents of this desert….
Just as the colors in the sky shift to dark reds and feel purples, the entire mass of gathered Egyptians, adorned in snakes, gold, and jeweled treasures, begin a simultaneous chant… The words become muffled in the distance. The chanting continues for several minutes and abruptly stops as a figure walks from the dark corridor atop the temple itself.. A hooded figure slowly walks out to the end of the slab of stone.. Teetering ever so closely to the edge his cloak falls away, reveals is greenish, scaly, snake like skin.. His hand raised high the entire crowd bows to their knees and begins to chant once again…
Olias and Boltier both experience this dream and find their way back to drowsy slumber..
But Boltier finds himself oddly focused on the image of the strange “being” he bad perceived in his “vision”, his mind would not allow it to so simply rest… His mind raced over ever detail, the cold solid black eyes, green scales…
There simply has to more to this, his subconscious tossed and turned just as his physical body mirrored. The last image Boltier can recall when he awakes.. Is the snake skinned beast of a man simply staring “into” him, as if piercing his very soul.. A smile crosses his face and he says in a raspy, almost struggled voice… “Come Bolt.. ’Ier.. Many ss..sss. Secre.. ’ts await you.. I await you!!!”
Boltier wakes in a sweaty panic, but can’t remember what exactly had caused the panic at all.. A dream of desserts, Egypt, and a “snake king” couldn’t have caused this sort of reaction. He shrugs it off and continues his night.. He’s sure the rest of the dream will “return” to him soon!
::TO BE CONTINUED::