Lightheaded and uncomfortable.
This is not ideal. At all.
Would you like to eat, Rachel?
Dream Visit Five // Seblotte
Sebastian waited for the window to be pushed up enough for him to slink into the room, feet landing on the soft carpet soundlessly as he straightened up. The house was empty. One taste of the air revealed that hers was the only thickly pulsing human heart in the house, and he knew without leaving her bedroom that not only would it be devoid of people, but also devoid of anything but white walls and blank stretching floor unless Charlotte went too and her mind filled it. There was the low murmur of voices, one he recognized as Quinn’s and two that must have been her parents, but there were no hearts giving life to the words.
The bloodlust was never in his dreams unless it was a sharply vivid nightmare when he returned to the In between, and although he could feel her pulse thudding in her veins, could smell the sweet and layered scent, it didn’t send him into a panicked haze of hunger and need. That was one thing he didn’t miss about being alive. That same irrepressible need was the thing that had gotten him killed, when the need for blood almost drove him insane and he tried to tear out Quinn’s throat just to feed.
He wondered if this was what it would have grow old in his vampire skin, to have felt the years pass without changing until the edge of desire boiled down to pure pleasure instead of desperate need. They would have been together for eternity since they shared a sire, but he had lost his chance at forever before it had the chance to start.
Shifting his focus back to her, he lifted his eyebrows in surprise. It was the first time someone had looked and instantly known that he actually existed instead of arguing with themselves and stating that it was impossible, or letting their subconscious hide his presence with a simple explanation, something they could more easily absorb. No, Charlie looked at him and knew that he wasn’t supposed to be there; he wasn’t a thing of dreams, though that was where he lived now. “I’m offended, Charlotte. Am I not usually present in your dreams?”
He had to give her intuition credit, though in his last days of life h hadn’t gotten nearly as much attention from her as he was now in the first thirty seconds of slipping into the dream. “There are holes in every dream. Tiny little tears in the fabric. It’s never hard to get in.” He shrugged, turning to shut the window behind him before facing her once more. Sebastian wore the same clothes he’d died in, a plain black t shirt over jeans, minus the bloodstains and rips Santana had inflicted when she tore him apart. It was the first time he’d visited anyone without the intention to warn them against the vampire, but she had asked. “I died but…I also didn’t. There’s a vampire far older than Blaine who saw my soul when I died and trapped me in between life and death. So I’m here. And I could never leave you alone before, what would make my afterlife any different?”
Charlotte’s eyes did an upward roll. Of course, she hadn’t seen him in so long that she had forgotten his almost overwhelming car-salesman quality. Slick talking, almost slimy, but after the little eye roll, Char couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips. It was nice, death hadn’t changed him and apparently there might be something after because she knew that Charlie wasn’t conjuring this up, instead she was surprised the dying human wasn’t pushing this out of it, trying to relieve her human life more and win their ever present battle for control.
“If I had dreams, maybe you’d be there.” Her hand flew up and she motioned around the bedroom, “Instead, I’m trapped in hers, which is far worse than your limbo I believe.” Tsking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Charlotte’s face twisted in disgust as more images of Charlie and Quinn, a few of their human friends added to the walls as they stood. She was trying, that stupid human bitch was trying and there was a twinge of pain deep within her…a twinge of loss…
Shaking her head, Char uncrossed her arms and took a few more retreating steps until she could perch on the edge of the bed. Her bed…no, it wasn’t hers, it wasn’t real and Charlie Fabray was dead…but these words cropped up, forced into her mind.
Charlotte wanted to question his description. How could it be true? Would that mean…she wasn’t going to die again, but an afterlife, a hell locked into others dreams…not so different from her world now, her only peace in her waking hours when she had to deal with the scent of blood…the desire to destroy. The reason she couldn’t be around Quinn, the pestering reminder of Charlie Fabray, her hands shaking and fingers itching to tear into her twin until all reminders were gone, until Charlie could pass on and leave her alone…so she could win the battle, but those thoughts only made Charlie stronger as the humanity rose up to save anything from happening to the look-a-like…not to mention Santana would kill her and she and the humanity inside of her didn’t want that either.
“You really should have left Quinn alone.” Her voice laced with softness, both the vampire and the dead human were speaking, but for much different reasons, and Charlotte shoved her back down, forcing her away as some of the images disappeared from the room…was his presence making Charlie retreat? This would…this could be useful, “It got a lot more boring without you.” A smirk started to take over…
Until the voices from downstairs got louder, the echo of Quinn and her parents calling to her—for dinner, for company…anything that would draw her out of the room and shove her into more of Charlie’s memories. Char ignored…instead she focused on the soul in front of her, the only method she had for ignoring Charlie further tonight…to escape into the living hours and not be a complete bitch for most of it given how the human tried to haunt her.
Dream Visit Five // Seblotte
Charlotte was the reason he was here, and the reason for everything that had happened. He still remembered hearing about her disappearance, jumping on the bandwagon of people that set out to search for her. Except unlike the party of confused and anxious people, he had just tagged along because he didn’t want to miss the adventure. That, and he’d wanted to sleep with Charlotte for as long as he could remember. Though they were identical, there was always something more appealing to him about her. Quinn annoyed him beyond belief, even more so now that she had cause his death. But he’d always felt a strange attraction to Charlie that had only intensified when she’d lost the fumbling innocent school girl quality after she’d been turned. It had only been the first day at Crimson before she had come down to the basement, sinking her teeth into his neck in the single most seductive moment of his life, more alluring than any of his human kisses.
The dream vampire was distracted today. He had been studying Santana lately, having settled upon her as the weak point in the club’s armor. Sebastian knew he should be more concerned, but the vampire’s distraction meant he had longer than usual in the dream world. An hour, perhaps? Another warning or more information could be given tomorrow…tonight was for him. To get the one thing he’d always wanted, but never been able to have: Charlotte.
He slipped into the dream seamlessly, finding a hole and easing his way into the silky liquid of sleep. Sebastian was outside, taking in a breath of humid night air. Across the street was a house right out of Suburbia, white picket fence, green mowed lawn, and blue shutters. Hands in pockets, he moved his feet over the warm pavement, gliding smoothly towards the house until a light on the second floor caught his eye. It was her…beautiful as always, but softer somehow, even from this distance. She was dancing to a song he couldn’t hear from his place across the street, even with his amplified hearing. This was a dream, so it didn’t matter that she was on the second story. He shifted the material in his hand until he was hovering just under her window, peering in. Her ungraceful movements spoke of her humanity; perhaps she wasn’t loving her second life as a vampire as much as she led everyone to believe. He wrapped his knuckles sharply on the glass to get her attention, pointing to the latch on the window with a smile.
She didn’t like to sleep. It was easy to put on a strong front when she was awake, then the raging war wasn’t as loud, wasn’t as violent and the winner wasn’t so confusing. Her humanity was in battle with her vampire side. Struggling to stay afoot when her death had been so recent, her mood able to snap and twist and mutate quicker than her ability to move anymore. The hunger tore at the Charlotte Fabray she had been, but that weak human managed to take it, staying in the background until she could surface…
And that was when she was asleep. They weren’t dreams, not to her…not to who she had become. They were nightmares, taunts, loops of the life she had known—had lost and it never stopped. The bloodlust was gone, replaced for a few hours with this undeniable ache to regain what had left the minute her heart stopped, the moment her eyes reopened and were pitch black…she hated Blaine in her dreams, hated him from stealing this world but the moment she awoke every morning, her eyes still pitch black as she feed from the round of servants who came to offer their necks…she knew her sire was her savior and she hated the doubt that came from these dreams.
Curled up, beneath the silken sheets, Charlotte Fabray, the vampire was curled up, tightly as Charlie Fabray, the ghost of a human trapped in her mind started her nightly battle of ownership.
Her old room…the human’s room. Her sister’s would be across the hall but she never ventured out. Quinn’s voice, Judy’s…even Russel’s would float in from behind her shut door, trying to lure her out, trying to let the little bit of humanity win, but she refused, she stayed trapped in the room, trapped in the loop until she finally awoke…tonight….
Tonight, Charlie was forcing old songs through her. Songs that had meant something in her human life and she was trying to be as carefree as possible, instead of mourning her humanity, she danced…danced to prove that she wasn’t going back, she wouldn’t be weak, she was dead…no longer caring about the Fabray family or the memories locked with a heartbeat of her own. Her hips moving…only it wasn’t her, she was locked into her human form, her body not evolved into the higher sense of being that it was now, no speed, no grace, just the awkward human she had been…until something made her pause…
It wasn’t a voice, not the voices of her lost family trying to return her humanity, it was a knock…on the pane…something that hadn’t happened since she had begun to have these dreams. They rarely changed, just Charlie lightly trying to change up tactics to win, but as her eyes moved up to look out…it was Sebastian and she knew that this was nothing that Charlie was doing.
Her brow shot up and she moved at a normal speed to the window, missing the speed that came with her rebirth. Her fingers working clumsily over the clasp, not used to the lack of control that came with this body…not that it was any different than before but being a vampire…there was so much more that was discovered and controllable within the human body…not that it did her any good as she stepped back with the window moved up with her hands allowing him the room to come in. ”How’d you get in here?” No stammering, no pauses, her stupid dead human was probably pouting as she crossed her arms over her chest giving him an amused glance.
He was supposed to be dead, gone and dust somewhere…mainly because of her, but she didn’t find it in her heart to be concerned at her involvement in bringing him into this world that she now was a happy part of…the unbeating heart that would never have a rhythm again much to Charlie’s dismay but Charlotte knew it was just another way of beating the humanity away, because she’d never be alive again…at least not physically.
“How did you come to be in general?” She followed up as she took another step back. It wasn’t of fear….just the need to observe…study…understand something that denied even the world she knew now. The world that had once seemed impossible.
Another human has arrived.
Well…that’s….unfortunately a logical argument.
I’m not sure if that’s reassuring or not. I guess I can only hope that I don’t die of starvation, exhaustion, and oxygen deprivation.
Don’t worry too badly, Rachel, we don’t like to waste food.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
I’m not giving up on leaving, if that’s what you’re thinking. There has to be some way of getting away from this, eventually. Perhaps I’ll resign to being used as you so eloquently put it, but I refuse to accept it as a permanent thing.
You expect me to believe that I’ll develop a mental addiction to having blood sucked from me? How is that…?
It will be though. We’re stronger, faster and the beating of your heart could be heard from miles away…how it speeds up slightly and how it slows back to a normal pace when you try to reassure yourself.
…and some people like the pain.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
It doesn’t sound like there’s much room for improvement in this whole setup.
Those don’t seem to be the best choices for living. I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, from what I hear. Addictive…?
I’m just glad to hear that you’re not trying to fight it, it’s nice to accept one’s fate, Rachel…and yes, addictive, more so in a mental perspective.
(Source: vampedupsan)
vampbray started following you
Charlotte is that you?
Hello, Kurt.
(Source: brokenwings-kurt)
Another human has arrived.
That is…unfortunate. My opinion has been devalued before, but this is a new low.
I can either sit in this cell or be treated as a “bloodbag”? Those are my two choices? Ugh…
Your opinion might matter to one of them one day, but it’s very unlikely.
Yes, only two…once you experience the second, I’m sure you’ll get used to and enjoy it, eventually. I hear the bite can be…addictive.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
The word use has a negative connotation, don’t you think? Well then, I suppose we’ll see.
Is there a reason that I have to be locked in a cell like a caged animal?
Your sensitive side is going to have to take a backseat for this place, because like…Santana said, your opinion means little here.
And you’re locked up because no one has decided to take some pity on you and take you up to their room to be a pampered bloodbag.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
Multiple uses? I don’t like the way that sounds. Well, you can’t be all that different.
Really? Because I think it sounds amazing…and I am, Berry…you’ll just realize it later.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
Well, I’m sure that it can’t be good to have blood drained out of me, regardless of how…distracted…I may be. You sure look like the girl that I used to know.
Oh, please, I wouldn’t drain you…where would the fun be in only one taste? I like multiple uses. And, looks can be deceiving.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
As you can imagine having someone stab their fangs into me doesn’t exactly sound very enticing. Different…?
Well, it’s close enough to other…parts, that you’d forget about the fangs…and yes, different, not human…not the girl you knew.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
Excuse me? You did not just - Charlie?
What? It’s no where near those vocal chords, but very close to somewhere they could get an exercise…and yes, Charlie…one and the different.
(Source: vampedupsan)
Another human has arrived.
Mhmm chica. What do you say? Ready for your close-up?
No. I don’t know what you’re suggesting but I don’t like the idea of fangs anywhere near me. Especially near my throat, my vocal chords are valuable.
There is also your femoral artery, Rachel…much more tasty.
[Charlie, a pang of sadness clogging her mind as she forced herself away from her twin, keeping a distance because she knew Santana had killed Sebastian and her own need to try and free Quinn, free herself, and freedom from what she had become. The bloodlust gone and her drive, the drive to kill and take…it was still there but now it made her sad. Her humanity not as dead as her heartbeat…but Sebastian was…she had showed him little emotion. Seeing red and craving blood had meant she had ignored him, let Blaine turn him without a protest, fed from him. Moving from her own room, where she kept Rachel from the others, not feeding and keeping her from being fed from by others, needing to protect someone since she couldn’t protect Quinn from Santana…Charlie headed to Sebastian’s room…empty…he was dead…and nothing lingered. No smell, no life…no energy…and the heaviness weighed on her more.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, Charlie would have cried…had she still been alive…had she been alive…but she wasn’t…he really wasn’t. Her finger tracing along the dark bed spread.] If only… [She whispered.] If only I had really died that night…then maybe everyone else would be happy.
(Source: grantpayne)
