Chapter Twenty Six- Things Get Stranger- An Inexplicable Nightmare

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Closing the door behind me, I let out a long puff of air, feeling like I was drawing in my first draft of air after holding my breath for too long. I could finally breathe, but my heart was still pacing abnormally. When I reached my room and sat on my bed, it dawned on me like a bucket of ice cold water: I had witnessed the impossible, a supernatural phenomenon unfolded right before my eyes. My mother is married to a Beast, not a human being, and I do not think she knows it.

A lot of thoughts were pooling into my mind at once. I began to question a lot of things. Those chilling red orbs, which supernatural creature do they belong to? What is he? Are there more of his kind disguised as normal human beings, roaming our streets, living amongst us, pretending to be one of us, without us even knowing it? All the questions had me thinking a lot, but the most important one needed most of my thinking capacity, because I could not bring myself to an answer.

I asked myself over and over again how I was still attracted to him and still wished he could do unmentionable things to me after witnessing all of that!

I mean how sick in the head or out of my mind must I be to still be tempted to run back to his room and beg him to finish off what I started and claim what's his? How dissolute must I be to regret putting my relationship with my mother first? As much as I tried to shove those thoughts to the deepest pits in my mind, I could not ignore that gnawing doubt, that consuming regret. I was rueful, not because I had enraged him and as consequence a lot of innocent people were going to lose their lives because the Lord of Bervon blows off steam by killing; but I was rueful because I knew I had fucked up my one opportunity to have the man of my fantasies and all I will ever do is wonder what would have happened had I not stopped him. Wonder just how brutal he would have been. Wonder if I would have been able to take it. Wonder if the pleasure of him pounding into me was going to be just as enrapturing as it is in the visions.

I went to bed the most miserable I have ever been, by the time I pulled the covers over my body and my eyes closed, I was convinced that something was seriously wrong with me.

I craved his pain, I got a kick from him frightening me, from him handling me roughly and I was getting addicted to that feeling. I drifted off to sleep having told myself that I was going to do as much as needed to pull away from my father and his influence so I can extinguish these knotting feelings brimming within me. I thought sleeping would make me feel better, but instead I fell straight into the clutches of a nightmare.

It was darkest of nights, but I could see to some extent. I could make out shapes and structures and my vision is what aided me as I ran through the forest. I ran as fast as I could, covering meters and meters but still seeing no hope of escaping the forest before my unearthly pursuers find me. I was being hunted down in a never-ending forest with trees tall enough to have branches that grasp the skies and deny me any view of the sky. I could feel my muscles burning and my body begging me to put an end to the torture, but the sheer will to live kept me going, kept me running until there was a tightness in my chest.

I could not hear thuds, the only apparent sound was that of the swoosh of the wind and my heavy, hasty footfalls. I could not even tell how far behind my hunters were, but I knew that they were still chasing me. I took a left turn and almost tripped on some thick, snarled tree roots, but in avoiding them, my ankle twisted and I lost my footing. I stumbled down with a loud gasp and bit my tongue, grimacing as I tasted my blood and I felt the moisture of the contaminated soil on my hands.

I cried out in pain as I tried to lift myself from the ground but my limbs did not cooperate, I was in excruciating pain and my legs could no longer carry me. Just as my panic set in, a dark, diabolical, sinister, masculine voice echoed around me.

"I have been looking for you, I can smell you…" It taunted and I desperately began to crawl on all fours, foolishly believing I could outrun him on my knees. I heard heavy breathing come from above me, and then growls sounded from behind me. I could not even tell where he was or if he was alone or not.

"I am getting closer, my darling, don't let me find you… because if I find you, not even Leviathan will be able to save you."

Tears streamed down my face as the coarse texture of the ground and the small stones and hard roots inflicted tears on my knees, but I kept going. Growls and other animalistic sounds erupted around me and I increased my pacing, digging my fingers into the soil as the traction became heavier. I wanted to beg for my life, but I had went mute and could not bring myself to uttering a single word.

"You cannot run away forever," another one hissed, sounding just as evil as the first male, "we are waiting for you, beautiful, just come home, don't let us be the ones to bring you back where you belong." A menacing chortle resonated in my ears, now at closer range. Soon after the evil laughter ended, darkness overcame me. A dark shadow eclipsed my form and the laughter commenced yet again.

"Oh there you are." I made my last attempt to flee, but sharp claws caught in my back and I screamed-

That's when my body shot up. I woke up with a deep gasp, exhaling like I was being asphyxiated. My heart was pounding hard in my chest and I fisted the silky sheet, letting the fear leave my body. It was just a nightmare. I was not even close to calming down when I was fiercely startled by the sight of a presence in my room.

In the darkness, I could make out a tall, hulking figure standing at the end of my bed. The physique suggested it was a man and as much as I could not see his eyes, I knew he was staring at me, because I got that harrowing feeling of being watched. His aura was that of a predator and his presence made my heart beat even faster.

"Daddy?" I called out, my shaky voice reflecting my fright. "Daddy, is that you?"

I received no answer and my heart sank as I came to the realisation that the man wore a different scent. I panicked, but could not find the bedside lamp quickly enough, before the figure just disappeared- vanished into thin air.

I looked around, before rushing to the switch and turning on the main light. I was shocked to discover there was no one and I could not wrap my head around what I had just witnessed. My door did not even move, it was still locked, so how is it possible that he is no longer in this room?

Before I lost a few brain cells, I concluded that that was just the Devil watching me sleep. He has done it many times before, but he has never hidden himself, he always wants me to know when he is watching.

The nightmare however, I could not explain. It was frightening to say the least, and just like the visions, it felt very vivid and almost real.

What the fuck is going on in my life?!