Simon Lewis (maccabeus) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-02-19 00:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, simon lewis |
Who: Simon Lewis
When: sunrise, 2/19/2015
Where: Simon's apartment
What: becoming a vampire
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Although the dreams were never the fairy tale life it wasn’t like they were nightmares. Well…. at least they weren’t the worse dreams that he had heard about. It was kind of disconcerting that he was pining for his best friend in both lifes. It didn’t exactly sit well with him but he could live with it. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to it already. For a while there he thought that maybe there was a happy ending in the running for him. It didn’t exactly turn out that way. Even though he was told in this world that the dream selves of the two people were not actually related there were feelings there. Incesty, upseting feelings and he wasn’t even sure what to think about it. He was going to take the word of those he knew and not the feeling of some dream. It wasn’t until recently that the dreams had taken a turn for the worst, for him personally. He should have suspected that. It was getting darker for him and in his last dream he was actually headed for a vampire hotel. He had wanted to stop his dream self. To yell, slap, or trip him to make him not go into the hotel. He felt lucky and unlucky that the dream stopped as he approached the hotel. It had made him not want to sleep ever again. This was easier said than done. Each night Simon tried to stay up but failed. Luckily the dreams seemed to be repeats instead of continuing from where they left off. Each time ending in the exact same stop. It was as if something was preparing him for was coming next. Which he thought was mostly likely his death since he didn’t tell anyone that he was going to the vampire hotel. Again, Simon was trying to stay up as long as he could. It wasn’t going well with him doing some many hours at his internship. Today he was trying not to sit down for too long. Keeping himself busying by doing things around his apartment, even redoing things. Anything to keep himself from thinking about how tired he was. A couple hours past midnight he decided to make himself a late night (early morning) snack. Nothing special, just a pop tart. After grabbing it out of the toaster he walked over and sat on the couch to watch some TV while he ate. He told himself he would only be sitting down for five, maybe ten minutes. Not even realizing when he drifted off to sleep. It looked like whatever was preparing him for the dream thought it was ready. Words couldn’t describe the horror and fear that was this dream. No, not a dream. This was more like a nightmare. It was worse than any nightmare he had ever experienced. It wasn’t even the being attacked by vampires that was the worst of it. The worst part was when he climbed out of the dirt and attacked the one person that he cared about the most. Like she meant nothing, she was no one. That wasn’t enough to wake him from the dream. It continued on and somewhat died down. At least he wasn’t a soulless killer. Still it hurt when a girl, Maya, said those things to him. Recoiled and attacked him when they had gotten along before he was a vampire. In the waking world, as the dream continued on, Simon was sleeping on the couch. Slowly from the window a ray of sunlight was creeping up the carpet as the sun rose. Slowly approaching the sleeping man until the small ray of light trailed across his fingers. The pain of the sun was enough to cause him to jump from the couch and as far away from the window as he possibly could get in one movement. He thought he felt his breath hitch in shock until he realized that he wasn’t breathing. He pushed his back against the far wall and looked back at the window. There wasn’t enough light to fill the room at that time but he wasn’t about to stay where it could get to him. Without a second thought he grabbed his cell phone and went into the closet. Scared he put a jacket down by the bottom so that no sunlight could come in. His hand shook as he looked down to his phone. He didn’t plan for this, he was supposed to have died in the dreams. Shit, his thoughts kept circling back to blood. He couldn’t focus on what he had to do next. He wasn’t even sure who he could call. It wasn’t like he could call his sister and he wasn’t sure if Clary had dreamt that far. He didn’t want to freak her out with vampirism. Wait…. Jace was keeping something from him. It was probably this, that bastard dreamt about this and didn’t tell him. With no one else coming to mind to go to for help.... |