How much time had passed since he brought her here? When had he brought her here? The night was a terrible never ending thing that seemed to span the universe. It was dark, it had been dark, it was going to be dark... forever. The vampires would no longer need to fear the terrible retribution of the suns rays, and there would be little to distinguish a vampire from a dhampir any more save for the missing of nails and the cuisine that they decided to feast upon. Eventually it would lead to his kind being routed out... hunted down. The meager protection of the daylight no longer enough for them not to be sought out and destroyed by the vampires as they spread out like a disease, uncontainable... unstoppable. The balance that kept them from wreaking havoc upon the world finally falling out of place and giving them dominion over the land of the living, with as much resources as they needed to make a truly unstoppable army.
"Desmond..." He blinked a little as he was sitting in the chair of a house he had not lived in for years. He blinked slightly as he looked down at the firm stone beneath his feet, reaching down to touch it, to make certain that it was real. It felt how he remembered it, firm, but comforting at the same time. A rock to build his house upon, a foundation as solid as that of the vows that he had taken with the woman who was waiting for him in bed. He closed his eyes a little and breathed in the air as familiar as it was, knowing with a part of him that this all was fake, that none of it was real, and yet at the same time he would allow himself to get lost in this fantasy...
"Desmonnnnd..." a familiar voice purred again as the smooth form of a body rose up from the bed sheets and padded slowly towards him, her night gown barely hanging off of her features, the comforts of their union being such that she no longer worried about such things as modesty when around him. He blinked though as her silloutte came into focus and became a face, a face that should not have been there... displaced from the memory. Beth was smiling at him a little with her impish grin, shaking her head slowly. "You're going to wake the children if you lurk about here in the dark like some sort of prowler... even if you are the best prowler that I've ever known..." she murmered as she leaned in to kiss his lips. It felt strange, unreal to have those lips upon him, and yet he knew even though it felt as such he was leaning into the kiss.
It all felt so very real, and yet it was the mention of children that made Desmond's mouth go suddenly dry as ice ran through his veins. He opened his mouth to say something, to ask what it was that she could be talking about, but there was no sound that made it out of his throat, it seemed as if it were stuck, paralyzed as Beth's eyes maddeningly seemed to bore into his thoughts, into his mind beyond a place where he could stop her from doing such things.
"I know what will motivate you to seek the comfort of our bed again..." Beth purred lightly against his lips as she kissed his chin, then his neck, her kissses starting to trail a bit lower... and lower until...
Desmond's head snapped up and he realized where it was that he happened to be. He was still huddled in the corner, he was still where he remembered being before. How many minutes had he dozed this time? He couldn't tell... time didn't really have a meaning anymore... it was ungrounded... free from the confines of logic that had once chained it down to mere hours and seconds. Here it was something fluid, alive... yet hateful as well. Time hated him, he could feel it's eyes bearing down on him oppressively, feel it's breath upon his neck as it held him there in place, made the minutes, seconds... fractions of seconds all hold on for far longer than what seemed normal, like legato notes in a song, each one drawn out to the point of madness. There was madness here... but he couldn't let himself move until the sunlight came up...