Look at your mind, look at the strength you never found

[trapdoorspider]

What: Nightmare Event
Who: Myrnin + You
Warnings: Not pretty. Never, ever pretty. You've been warned.



Myrnin never wanted this. Amelie had only told him a fraction of it You'll be able to learn forever and that fraction had been all that Myrnin had needed to know. He's monster enough that even if she'd told him this part, he would have said yes.

That doesn't mean that he hates it even less. He hates the way the hunger and the need to hunt grow inside of him. He hates the way it takes over the intelligent man that he usually is, the intelligent man that he takes so much pride in. When the hunger and the hunt take him over he loses that man entirely, yet that man is able to remember every moment, every smell, every taste.

Moments like right now. He's surrounded by blood, his vision gone all red. There is nothing of that intelligent man. Myrnin is all monster, wrecking pain and death like some reaper. He is indiscriminate when he's like this and at his age, he is a perfect killing machine, and right now, he knows it.

He turns with an inhuman speed at the sound. Perhaps it's a heartbeat that alerts him, or the intake of breath or maybe just the smell of someone new, someone not yet dead. The chance to get out is now. There won't be one in 3, 2, 1....

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[clairedanvers]

Claire has been weaving her way through enough dreams tonight to know that she's entered another one. And, let's be real, they're nightmares. Every single one of them has been horrible. She's ready to be done with it when she enters yet another dream, evident as a dream because it's nowhere familiar to her.

Strange how you can learn what blood smells like. Claire knows the scent of it. The place may be non-descript, but it doesn't really matter if there's so much blood that she can smell it, right? That sends a ripple of fear through her. Blood isn't always a good thing. In fact, more often than not, it's very, very bad.

She doesn't speak. That's what stupid people do in horror movies, calling out into the strange, dark, non-descript place that smells like death and blood as if whatever answers them is going to be something nice, like a police officer or a John Wayne type of cowboy riding in to save the day. John Wayne is dead. Police officers are paid off by the Vampires for the most part. No, she stays quiet.

Watching... waiting...

Are those dead bodies? She turns in a quiet circle looking for a door or something, anything.

[trapdoorspider]

Myrnin, fortunately for everyone else, seems to be stuck in his own nightmare. It's not an usual nightmare for him. In fact, it's the same one he's had for centuries. There are always bodies, always so much blood. There's no particular genius in Myrnin's killings. He's a classic case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He slaughters, mindless, done by a bloodthirsty monster. Amelie often tired of cleaning up after Myrnin.

Blood definitely has a smell: coppery, alive. It's intoxicating, though maybe not so much to Claire. Myrnin takes a deep breath, scenting her fear. Sometime tickles in the back of his mind. He knows the scent of this human.

She's always been a smart girl. It's what attracted to Myrnin in the first place.

There are no doors. It's a perfect trap. As Claire turns in a circle, the surroundings might start to resemble the caverns under Myrnin's lab. When she makes one of those revolutions, Myrnin pops out at her like a jack-in-the-box, maniacal laughter bubbling out of him.

[clairedanvers]

She does start to recognize these earthy caverns beneath Morganville. They too have a certain scent, a certain feel to them. There are worse places to be. Unfortunately, there are also better places to be. This is where that machine had been. There's also one of those doors into the Founder's homes that should be able to open up here. She can't find it and that means no good.

Because in the next moment, Myrnin is coming at her like he's trying to startle her. An what she sees in his eyes isn't right, isn't sane. It's maniacal glee. In this case, glee is not a good thing. It's warmed. It's crazy.

"Myrnin." She holds her hands out, a universal sign of surrender that says she means him no harm, as if she ever could actually harm him. "It's me. Claire. You need to take your medicine." She pauses, still looking for a door and not finding one. "Will you let me get it for you? Let me help you."

[trapdoorspider]

No good at all. Myrnin knows she can't find the door. He's stalking her, ducking into shadows and going around corners. He waits and he waits until the moment is just right.

No. It's not right at all. It's a hunger and an insanity that rarely grips him anymore, but did at one time on a regular basis.

He recognizes Claire. He knows that it's her, but he's still not in his right mind. The surrender is good. Fighting him or running would only heighten that mania. "I don't need my medicine, Claire. It's a crutch. It makes me fuzzy and dulls my senses. What I need is to feed." He's leering at her like she's a meal. It's clear what and who he intends to feed upon. That might be fine, except he's still more monster than man and he has a hard time with limits when he's like this.

[clairedanvers]

If the way he lingers on the word 'feed' didn't scare her, the way Myrnin is looking at her like she's food certainly does. Not that he hasn't looked at her like that before. But with his added mania, it's all like she's staring in some horribly written horror film. Except this is real. It feels real even if she knows, logically, that it's a nightmare, a dream, a horrible horrible dreamscape.

Normally she wouldn't have any problem letting him feed from her. In his current state though, she can't trust that he will stop.

A part of her hates that confession though, that the medicine might actually make him feel fuzzy and out of it, that it dulls his senses. She wants to try to make it not do that and vows to work on a way to do it if she can get out of this nightmare.

"I'll try to make the medicine so it has fewer side effects. But for now... there's blood in the fridge." Blood from donations in Morganville. Because if that's where they are in this dream, there's always a store of blood in the fridge.

[trapdoorspider]

This is a rare thing (these days) for him, but it's something he has nightmares (obviously) about on a regular basis. Myrnin is most afraid of being a monster, but when he is a monster, he's not thinking about anything except blood and power.

No, in his current state he wouldn't stop. She's good about trusting her instincts, but this isn't an ordinary situation. This isn't a situation that Claire would ordinarily put herself into. Maybe dulling his senses is the best way to dull that predator sense, but really, Claire, that's not what should bother her. It should be the way Myrnin is stalking toward her, still looking at her like she's a steak.

"Why would I want to take medicine? More importantly why would I want cold blood when there's warm blood right in front of me?" He smiles, flashing his fangs. There's nothing friendly about that smile.

[clairedanvers]

"But Myrnin. Wait!" She sees him stalking toward her, looking at her like that. Very true and real fear spikes inside her. She's always been able to somehow get out of this when Myrnin is like this. But this is Myrnin's nightmare. He controls it. He's coming for her blood and she doesn't know how to stop it.

"AMELIE!" She yells franticaly. "Amelie wouldn't want you to kill me! And we're friends, remember?" Please remember, her eyes say. Please, please remember. "We're dating. You're... you're my boyfriend. You don't want to kill me. I know you don't."

All this while she's backing up and backing up. But her back hits a wall, the wall cold and rocky cavern behind her. She's run out of room ad looks left and right to try to find a way out.

[trapdoorspider]

He smells her fear and it's just as intoxicating as the smell of her blood. This is Myrnin's nightmare and it's going to get worse before it gets better.

He does pause at Amelie's name then growls, looking a little more furious. He stalks toward her, stalking until her back hits the wall and his hands go to either side of her shoulders, bracketing her in. "Amelie," he spits her name like it tastes bad. "She had me turned. She lied to me. She told me I would be able to learn forever." He licks his lips, eyes focusing on her throat. "Just a taste, Claire. I'm so hungry."

He doesn't wait for her to agree, simply tears into her throat with much more force and vigor than usual. There's no gentleness here, no love. He's all monster. Of course, his venom is still going to make it feel incredible after that initial tearing.

[clairedanvers]

The Amelie trick hadn't worked so well as Claire had hoped. She'd known that Amelie had done those things to Myrnin, had made him promises. Myrnin should have had forever. But his forever was alone and he'd been going mad until Claire found a way to help him.

"We are learning forever. Together. Remember?" Well, her forever was questionable. But not his, not Myrnin's. He's too smart and savvy to ever die. Claire can't imagine a world without Myrnin in it. Somewhere. Somehow.

She's about to make her argument on that. She's about to tell him that she loves him. But there's so much pain. It happens so fast. She can feel the tear of her own flesh and the warm wet of the blood sliding down her throat into her clothes. "Myrnin." She grips at his shoulders, but she's no match for him. "Myrnin." She mouths his name, the life quickly draining from her.