psychicsam (psychicsam) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-06 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | haylee james, place: la, ~abaddon, ~samuel james |
Nightmares and Revelations
Who: Sam and Haylee, with a guest appearance by Abaddon
Where: Haylee's Hotel Room
When: Saturday Night, June 26th
A few moments passed before Sam got his breathing and heartrate under control, calming himself by taking long, deep breaths, a smile stretching over his features as he sank back fully against the pillowed mattress. "Phenomenal, " he murmured, reaching for her hand in the low light of the hotel suite. Finding her slender fingers, James laced his with hers, turning his head toward her, kissing her tenderly. "I am so very, very grateful that you were able to get out of the studio early tonight, babe," he murmured, releasing her hand and draping his arm over Haylee's hip, tugging her closer to him. Samuel leaned close, brushing his nose lightly against hers, eyes closed, smiling. "Mmm... this is nice... "
“What can I say? Sometimes..." Haylee gave a faux-innocent grin there, snuggling in close. "A girl's got to have her priorities." She playfully nipped one of his earlobes, giving a sexy little chuckle. "After all..." she put on that obnoxious, rich-girl tone that she knew annoyed people. "I have to make time for my Samuel..."
That particular tone didn't, in fact, bother him. In fact, it just made his smile grow wider. He chuckled, dipping his head low, kissing softly up along her jaw line, light, feathery kisses, his lips just grazing her skin. "As considerate as you are lovely, dahling," Sam replied, adopting a similar tone. It was their private joke, one that frequently drove people around them crazy, but resulted in peals of laughter from the couple. Lifting his head again, his hand slid up from her hip, along her side, and over her shoulder to lightly tangle in her hair as he looked into her eyes. Her blonde locks were slightly damp above her ear, a sign of their exertions. "Please tell me you don't have an early morning," he said.
"Not at all. Once we fall asleep... I dare say we can sleep as long as we like. My newly appointed bodyguards are guarding the outside of the room AND the hotel lobby, and supposedly NOTHING is going to get past them. Ben promised." She gave a triumphant laugh there, and moved up a bit to playfully nip at the tip of his nose. "Which means I can get some GOOD sleep when it finally happens."
Sam had a sneaking suspicion that Haylee's squad of bodyguards were more than met the eye - a polite way of saying that they were not entirely human. He didn't have any way to prove it - and he wasn't about to let on that he knew, not yet, at least - but he had a feeling. Clearly, his brother-in-law was a man of his word and was offering her the best protection he could possibly afford. That proved to be something of a comfort to the dark-haired man sharing Haylee's bed. That last comment of hers, along with the nip on the nose, brought forth a new smile and his hand slid lower again to rest on her bottom, tugging her to him. "Planning on keeping me up late tonight then, were you, Haylee?" Samuel asked her.
"Well... I was thinking about it..." She said with mock innocence, before adding the real kicker. "You know... we could have some board games or something sent up... I play a pretty mean game of Scrabble, you know." Because clearly, that's exactly what he had in mind when he asked her that.
"Oh, what a fantastic idea. And after that, maybe a game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos," Sam retorted, moving his hand higher again, giving her a light tickle on her side. He saw that sly look in her eye and leaned in for a quick kiss. Sam regarded her with something of a serious look, surprising himself a bit with his next words. "I really am glad we were able to make time for us tonight, you know," he murmured, his hand moving to her shoulder again, stroking her skin tenderly with his thumb.
"I'm really trying, Sam. I want... SOME part of my life to be normal. Nice. Comfortable. And I think you've got the potential to be that part of my life." Because really... something about him made her feel all of those things: and she hadn't felt that was in years.
"Hey," he replied, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his smile warm, amiable. "That wasn't a meant as anything but genuine pleasure and gratitude. You do just fine, honey. Hell, you flew halfway across the country to attend my sister's wedding as my date and stayed the weekend with me in
"Well, good. Because I hate to think I'm laying here being all normal and sweet with a guy who's just out for a good time." She said with an indignant huff, although she was obviously kidding. "Even if you DO stink at Street Fighter."
"Aw, hey, don't be like that," he replied teasingly, his arm going around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "I need to get some Soul Calibur up in here. Then I'll show you who's boss," Sam said, smiling at her. He looked at her fondly through half-lidded eyes, their nocturnal exertions apparently having caught up with him. "Jesus. I am getting old," he murmured, rubbing at his eyes and reaching down for the blankets to pull the sheets over them.
"Old. Right. Let's get some sleep, Geezer." She snickered, curling up next to him, nuzzling his side with her cheek. Cutely enough, she curled into him almost like a puppy would to its master.
Haylee had had this dream many times. TOO many, really. Enough that she knew it like an old, favorite movie. She was on stage, singing... yet there was no sound. No music. No crowd noise. It was like a television turned on mute. Yet, usually, it ended with her looking out and seeing a sea of people that all looked like normal, pre-fame Haylee. She had never figured out what the dream meant... but she still knew it was coming. But this time? She felt something different. Immediately, she looked to her side... and saw a familiar face on the stage WITH her. She looked over and spoke... and THAT made sound. "...Sam? What.... how are you here?"
By the time Samuel's face had hit the pillow, he'd been absolutely exhausted, only vaguely aware of the feel of soft skin against his chest. On nights like this one, he slept the sleep of the dead - no dreams, no visions, no voices, just glorious, blissful sleep. The dream came to him slowly out of the darkness of his slumber, fading into reality until he could look around and see that he was on stage standing a few feet from the woman whose bed he shared. "Haylee?" he asked, looking first to her, then out over the crowd, and back again. "What's going on?"
"Is... is this my dream? Or your dream? And... how are we together here? Am I imagining you?" She cursed under her breath, sighing. "Fuck. I knew I had it bad for you, but I didn't expect you to start turning up in my DREAMS, too..." Clearly, she didn't realize he WASN'T just... part of the dream.
"I don't... I don't think so," he replied, looking down at himself again, then patting his chest and thighs, finding himself both fully clothed and wholly corporeal. "I feel real, anyway." Again, Sam turned to look out over the crowd, surprised to see a faces of, well, of Haylees, perhaps a little younger than she was now, but with far less outrageous make-up. "Haylee... where are we?"
".....oh SHIT." It hit her then. She didn't know HOW it was possible, but he was real. Oh hell. "I... this is a dream I have. A lot. But you're not usually here. And... and..." Her eyes bugged out a little, as all the Haylees in the crowd started merging together, into one. And somehow... growing. And changing. Until they formed the one thing that, right now? NOBODY wanted to see in their dream...
...and that would be the dream killer called Abaddon. The demon crouched down, staring at them with hungry, ice-blue eyes. His long, stringy hair hung in his face, his fanged teeth gleaming as he gave a sick smile. "Hello... little piggies.... welcome.... to my nightmare." He motioned around him, grinning sickly. "I don't usually get two victims at once... this is very... VERY... exciting..."
"What... the FUCK... is THAT?" Haylee squealed, pointing almost comically at him. "You're not usually in my dream, and I know DAMN sure that thing isn't either!"
It was strange enough being there with her, wherever there was, but watching all of the Haylees shift and merge and grow, then mutate into something else altogether, something truly horrifying - well, that was something else altogether. No, I should be asleep... this isn't real... what the fuck is going on? "Haylee, what the fuck is going on?" Sam asked, his eyes widening as the thing - whatever it was - spoke to them.
Before she could answer him, Abaddon pointed behind them, 'tsk'ing with a little frown. "I don't think you're very popular here, sir..." he said in a mocking voice, as, behind Haylee and Sam stood, basically, Sam's entire family. Skylar.
"What...?" he asked dumbly, following the line of the monster's finger, turning around to look at the gathering of his family behind him on the stage. "Mom? Dad?" Sam asked, taking a half step forward, surprised by the hostile looks on their faces. Then Mikey spoke, followed by Skylar. Samuel winced, the words stinging him like stones as he took another step forward. "No... Sky, that's not... you said it'd be alright. Ben said... " But the words died on his lips as his sister turned away from him. "Don't fucking turn away from me! Look at me!"
"Wait... sweetie..." Yes... Haylee called him 'sweetie'. In a sweet, soothing voice. "That's not them... we're dreaming, honey... I don't know how we're here together, or what they're talking about... but it's NOT them..."
Sure... she could sit there and be calm when it was SAM... but let's see how she'd handle it when it was her OWN fears, hm? With a sick, almost perverse giggle, Abaddon stood, as he started to morph, into what looked like a hulking, red monster... huge black horns and long fangs... that seemed to grow bigger as the cheers of the suddenly there-again crowd grew louder. It slowly, menacingly, walked toward them...
Hayle tried to talk... but as she looked down... she noticed that SHE looked different as well. She looked... almost haggard. With track marks down her arms. And she felt frail, fragile. Oh god... "S-Sam? Help me..."
Mikey, Skylar, and the rest of his family hadn't disappeared, but he heard her voice, heard her calling sweetly to him. The rage, the fear of his family turning their backs on him, condemning him for what he was, it was still there. But then he heard her murmur, pleading for help, and he tore his eyes from his siblings. Sam's eyes widened as he looked at Haylee, gazing upon her ravaged body, his attention shifting quickly between her, the hulking monster heading toward the stage, the crowd, and back to Haylee again. He didn't know what drove him to do it, but he rushed to her, picking her up in his arms, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the monster, and headed for the back of the stage. Theaters always had fire exits. He just needed to look for the bright red letters pointing the way out. "I've got you, honey... " he breathed as he ran.
And it was actually a good idea... but in this world? Abaddon controlled everything. And when Sam got them to those doors? Not ONE of them would open. The monster was coming at them faster and faster, and finally? It was right in front of them... and talked. In Abaddon's voice, giving that evil, sick, in some ways childlike giggle. "Time to die, little piggies... time for your God to watch his children suffer yet again... by MY hand..." And then, that monster raised a large, clawed hand, preparing to slash down at them with razored talons...
"No... no no no no... " he chanted, his heart hammering in his chest, feet beating hard against interminably long hallway's floors as he tried door after door. Nothing worked. Every one of them was chained and locked. And all the while, he held the withered Haylee in his arms, the monster's breath at his neck, a hard, evil cackle echoing along the long walls. Turning away from yet another door, Sam moved to take a step, then froze, seeing the beast before them. "No... Haylee... " he murmured, cradling her against him, taking a step backward, then another. "Haylee... Haylee, I'm sorry... baby, please... " As he pleaded with her to forgive him for his inability to save her, the edges of this reality began to blur, colors muting, fading, the swooping claw rushing toward him breaking into a swirl of dissipating color. "Haylee--!" he called out, the world going black.
"--eee!" Samuel yelled, sitting bolt upright in bed, clawing at the air in front of him, panting heavily, gasping for breath, sweat standing on his shoulders and forehead, shimmering in the moonlight streaming in through her window. He brought his knees up to his chest, eyes opening slowly, and looked around. Her suite... but... how? he thought, looking down at the form next to him on the bed.
"What the FUCK???" Haylee shrieked, bolting straight up to a sitting position, which couldn't have been comfy, considering she'd BEEN curled almost in a ball. "How the hell? Who the... what the... I mean.... you... me... I... we... HUH?"
If he wasn't awake before, he certainly woke up when Haylee sat up shrieking in the dark of the room. Sam immediately reached a shaking hand out to her placing it on her shoulder, sliding his palm along her back, finding her skin damp. "Hey... hey, it's okay... it's okay," he breathed, turning toward her, pulling the petite blonde to his chest. He was still shaking.
Just then, a loud knock was heard on the other side of her hotel room door - it was one of her bodyguards. "Miss James! Miss James, are you alright in there? Do we need to come in?" one of the big men bellowed, having heard her screams.
"Oh..... hell." She groaned. "I'm fine guys. Just had a nightmare. Please let
"Alright, Miss James. We'll be down the hall if you need anything. I'll let
The hand on her back slid to close around her shoulder, and Sam breathed out a long sigh, holding her against his side. He felt himself shiver despite Haylee's close proximity; he wasn't cold, just terrified. It had all seemed so real. The woman beside him, however, felt solid, healthy, full of life, not at all the shriveled, haggard mockery of the human form he'd carried in his dreams. Sam didn't move to turn the light on, turning instead to kiss her hair. "You alright?" he asked, his voice breathless.
"Sam?" She tried to sound strong (it was sort of her thing now. She hated showing any kind of weakness), but it wasn't exactly working. ""What... what the HELL was that? That whole thing? How were we.... together?"
Well, you knew this was eventually going to happen, he thought. He didn't, however, imagine it would happen under circumstances such as these. James let a moment of silence pass between them as he held her in the darkness, the sheets tangled about their legs. "I... I think I know," he began, his fingers tightening briefly on her shoulder, relaxing again. "Everything you were seeing, I saw too. The crowd, the stage... everything," he said, trying to put the more horrific images out of his mind. Sam released her then, finding her hand, his eyes searching for her face in the darkness. "This is going to sound completely ridiculous - " and it's probably going to get me tossed out of your bed " - but I'm telepathic. I can read minds, Haylee. I think ... I think that's how I ended up sharing your dream."
"That..." She almost said 'that’s insane' but then she thought on everything else she'd recently found out about. Vampires? Demons? Werewolves? How was this any harder to believe? Actually... it was kind of cool, she realized. Although... "Sam... did you ever read my mind? I mean... I want honesty: did we connect because we're so much alike, or because you read my mind?"
Here it comes, he thought, his fingers loosely wrapped around her hand. "That first night, when we came back to your hotel room and started making out... " he began, reaching back into his memory. "You were asking yourself if you were ruining a chance with 'a sweet guy like this' by making out with him after just meeting him - me, I mean." He shook his head, jaw tensing. "Everything after that has been unintentional, and really, it's usually more along the lines of, 'Oh, I wish he'd move a little to the left,' y'know, when we're fooling around." Indelicate, Sammo. "Believe me, Haylee, I've never intentionally listened to your thoughts. I don't do it to anyone... to anyone I'm close to," he explained, squeezing her hand for emphasis.
"Ok... then tell me what I'm thinking RIGHT now." She said, an impish grin on her face as she relaxed a little, believing him totally, and opening her mind to him.
Sam swallowed, closing his eyes, letting his mental walls down, hearing her voice whispering in his head, reverberating in his mind. A smile crossed his face as he looked at her, his eyes having adjusted to the dark, clearly seeing her next to him. "You're thinking I'm a sweet guy. And you believe me. But if I ever read your mind purposely, and you find out, I'm never touching this again," he said, immediately snapping his mental shields back in place. "It only happens when I'm in a huge group of people - like at Avarice, and then it's all very indistinct, just lots and lots of voices - or if I'm... y'know, distracted." He paused, the smile still there, but fading a little. "Or, apparently, if I'm asleep."
"Ok... I can accept that. This is all so... strange to me. Telepaths, and vampires, and werewolves, and demons... it's like some twisted fairytale or something, that's ALL REAL." But then, because face it... there WAS some twisted part of her that was as strange as unusual as the persona she played up onstage, "But it's.... actually kinda NEAT."
"Trust me, this is all new to me, too. This thing with my mind, it only started within the last couple of months. Hell, it was about three-quarters of the reason why I came out to LA in the first place," he replied. But it's only a small part of why I'm staying. Ben, evidently, had been telling him the truth: Haylee did, in fact, know all about the weres and other supernaturals. "Ben knows someone who is trying to help me with this, get control of it." Something occurred to him then, and he turned to face her fully, studying the petite blonde's face. "Haylee, listen. That... whatever that was that was chasing us in the dream. That wasn't me. I don't know where that came from. I just hear thoughts, that's all. I don't create nightmares." Sam swallowed again, his throat feeling suddenly dry, and gave into an impulse to lightly caress her cheek.
"That was the scariest thing I’ve EVER seen, Sam. I.... holy SHIT I really don't wanna go back to sleep tonight. Like... at ALL." She whimpered cutely, shaking her head. "I'm gonna go make like... three pots of coffee."
"I'm not exactly eager to go back to sleep either," he replied, the memory of holding her emaciated form giving him another shiver. And that claw, that horrible voice. "Jesus... " he murmured, raking his fingers through his dark hair. "I'll stay up with you. And I'll give Ben a call in the morning. He'll know someone who knows someone. He always does." Sam paused then, frowning at himself. This had happened to her, too, not just him. "Do you want me to call Ben tomorrow, honey?"
"Please." She admitted to herself weeks ago... the guy knew a little about everything. "It feels like going to some kind of werewolf version of Don Corleone, but if anyone might know what the hell happened here, it's him."
Considering the circumstances of his meeting with Ben, Sam pegged him as more of a Tony Soprano, only with a bad case of lycanthropy. "Alright. It's as good as done," he replied, moving to stand from the bed. "Come on - let's grab a couple of robes out of the bathroom and get that coffee going. I'll get the lights so we can maybe rid ourselves of some of these creepy vibes." Sam turned toward her then, still sitting on the mattress, then leaned over to kiss her. "Thank you for not thinking I'm a freak, Haylee," he said gratefully.
"A freak. So you read minds. Big whoop." She laughed, returning the kiss, before getting up to head towards the kitchen. "When you start wearing outfits like mine? THEN we'll talk."