Gwen Shepherd (therubyred) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-06-23 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, gwyneth shepherd, peter wisdom (616) |
WHO: Gwen Shepherd and Pete Wisdom
WHAT: Gwen has a nightmare and goes to the person she knows best
WHERE: Gwen's apartment, then Pete's
WHEN: Late Monday night/early Tuesday Morning
RATING: SFW, though maybe language? (Pete, after all)
STATUS: closed; complete
"You have no idea what I'm capable of, child. And you will never know." The words filled her head, but the mouth of the count did not move at all. His smile, which seemed supercilious at first, now seemed to morph into a terrifying grimace. Gwen could feel the sensation of fingers tightening around her throat, though she could see nothing. She turned in terror towards Gideon, and suddenly Gideon's face was blank as a sheet. Desperate, she clawed at her throat, her breath leaving her, and her consciousness slipping between both the terror and lack of oxygen. She couldn't even scream.
"The Ruby, last indeed," the count said, his laughter filling the room. And suddenly she was falling, so far that she did not know how she would survive it, and everything went red and black.
Gwen sat up, a scream escaping her lips. She could hardly catch her breath, and she was drenched in sweat. It was a dream, she thought rationally, but she knew that it was more than that. The count had been inside her mind, she felt him choke her without touching her. Maybe he could reach her here? She realized she was just being panic stricken, but she couldn't shake the sensation that the dream had given her. For a moment she contemplated talking to Lilah, but she didn't feel comfortable waking her. A glance at her arm, and the bandage from where Pete had taken her to have her tracker removed, told her at once where she needed to go.
She threw a bathrobe over her pyjamas and avoided looking at the clock. If she felt bad about the time, she knew she would feel even worse if she didn't get out of her flat and talk it out with someone who wouldn't dismiss her. Pete seemed to understand, and though she'd never had a big brother (or any older male figure, really, not except her grandfather, and he died when she was 10) she felt like Pete was what a big brother ought to be.
It was only a few minutes later that she was knocking on his door, biting her lip as she waited for him to answer.
"Pete, I know it's late but I didn't know where else to go," she said, not waiting for him to say a word before explaining. "Can I come in?" she asked, her blue eyes big as saucers and tears barely holding themselves back, making them shine.