Drink drink (Peter, Bad Memories) The darkness is the worst part of it. The vast, all-encompassing darkness, which claims sight and time both at once. There's a chill to his skin, though the cold stab of fear in his belly is a chill of another sort.
He's back in the Templar compound. Back in that godforsaken hole in the ground, and if he's there then that means there's no way his family is getting to him this time. They were able to rescue him years ago because the secret location made it nearly impossible to find. Now though, now they would have replaced their one guard with countless numbers inside the nearly impenetrable fortress.
This is it. This is his eternity, here in this inky blackness. And Peter Kemp truly does have eternity.
He cries out, the forlorn sound of it amplified when it echoes off the towering compound walls. There's no answer, not that he ever expected there to be. He's alone and no one is coming for him.
It almost makes him miss the work room-
Peter jerked awake, a sheen of sweat over his skin, dampening the sheets. He hissed a breath quietly out between his teeth as he realised he wasn't in fact a captive of the Templar. No, he was in bed beside his gorgeous wife, his children sleeping safely upstairs.
The chill of his skin remained.
He slipped out of bed, Aly sleeping fitfully through it. Peter's brother had visited the other day and even though Peter had made a public show of being disappointed in the fact that Jeremy had brought quite a lot of alcohol with him, secretly he had stashed some of it away for just the odd occasion like this.
Not that Peter drinking was an 'odd occasion' these days. Not with renewed panic attacks and his best friend facing Amaris and being casual about it, and whatever the fuck Templar wolves were. No, these days, Peter was having at least something to drink almost daily.
He slipped down into the pantry and found one of the bottles he had squirreled away. It was a strong beer, hoppy and dark. He drank it down quickly, not wanting to get caught, and then he placed the bottle with other empty ones Jeremy and Aly had gone through. He was pleased to have an easy way to dispose of it. Burying bottles had become so frustrating.
With a quick stop by the bathroom to flush his mouth with mouthwash, he headed back towards bed. Maybe the slight buzz in his head would keep the nightmares at bay.