element_wizard | nightmares and dreamscapes

It had been a long day at work. Several nasty sues and then there was a Stu'd Harry Potter who refused to be exorcised. That one had actually burnt the canon book. But the day was done and Alec was looking forward to a quite evening at home. Or at least at the Inn. Home was still a smoldering pit in the ground. Verra promised that she would have plans done at the end of the month. Alec hopped that she was right. He did miss his home badly. Idly he thought about moving back to the city, as he walked up the path to the Inn. It wouldn't be too hard and he could set up a front in the City for the Inn. Of course, most Innkeepers lived at their Inns.

Maybe they should too.

Turning that idea over, he pushed open the door.

And froze.

Everything was wrong.

There was a dead silence in the lobby of the Inn. Physical and mental. The normal buzz of emotions that he normally felt was gone. It was if he was walking into an abandoned building. As he entered the lobby he saw that the front desk was in possesion of a large scorching hole. The mail boxes in the back were broken as if something had slammed into it.

"Andy...?" he called out, his voice sounding loud in the stillness. Nothing answered. He walked over to the front desk and cautiously peered behind it, before jerking back in shock.

Andy was there, on the floor, impaled by a series of metal spikes, and quite dead.

"Oh gods... oh gods..." then, "Verra!"

Alec raced up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He entered the darkened Room Corridor at a run and nearly stumbled in shock.

The door to the machine room was hanging open. Someone had managed to get into the heart of the Inn.

Eyes wide he crept over to the room and looked inside. Machines sparked and fizzled at him as the monitors flickered in static. The chair was sticking out of one of the computer banks. The machines were broken. The Inn would start collapsing soon. He had to find Verra and the kids.

Pulling himself away from the room he drew his sword out and walked silently down the hallway, the darkness not bothering him at all. He didn't run. It was too dangerous to run. Who ever was out there was more powerful than him at the peak of his powers, if they could break into the machine room. Rushing into something would get him killed. And he would die.

He was mortal now.

He would die.

If he wasn't careful.

The door to the family suite was closed, which gave him some bit of hope. Touching his palm to the door, it swung open silently. Before him was a room that looked as if a tornado had gone through it. Furniture was swirled around in disaray. The curtains were torn off and the window was broken, splaying glass on the floor. Feathers from the pillows difted in the air like motes of dust.

But Alec saw none of that, for laying on the floor was Verra. She was spread out, in mid transformation, her wings broken and bent. Her hair fanned out around her head like some sort of halo as she stared up at the ceiling in a pool of blood looking like a fallen angel.

"Oh gods no. No. No. NO!" Alec dropped his sword and rushed to her side. He picked her up and craddled her in his arms. "No, godsno, please oh please gods no." Sobs heaved up into him and he started to cry, rocking as he held her.

"What's the matter?" A voice purred out from the doorway to the bedrooms, "She's just like she was in your dreams."

Tears streaming down his face, Alec looked up and then swallowed a gasp of fear. He clutched Verra close to him as he scooted away, his face drawn with fear.

"Hello Love, Miss me?"

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Caretaker materialized in the main room of the inn, trying to keep a straight face. He'd been mucking around in a tentacle hentai universe when he heard about what happened to the PPC.

So after laughing himself silly, he'd come by the Inn to tease Alec unmercifully.

"Hey! Alec! You here?" Caretaker yelled out and then the mirth vanished from his face as he took in the emptiness. "Alec?"

As Alec is currently occupied at the moment, there's no answer. But the stairs look rather inviting. Yes they do.

*Comes up the stairs and pauses when he sees Jono and Alec* Well . . . . this is interesting

Interesting is really one way to put it. Alec is pinned against the wall by his left arm, spikes petruding from it. His right arm looks broken. His shirt was torn open and Jono is stradling him, with a kinfe. Jono looks over at the Caretaker curiously.

*Crouches down next to Alec* Well, haven't you gotten yourself into a right sorry state? *Tsks* You've really fucked up this time, haven't you?

"Not yet," Jono says cheerfully. He smirks at Alec, who really doesn't seem to be in any coherent shape to talk. "I'm getting to that."

Have you tried cigarettes? They leave such interesting burn marks.

"Don't need them," Jono said and kissed Alec, bitting his lip hard enough that Alec cried out. "That's what this is for." Jono creates a small stream of flame on his finger tip. He traced the burning finger down Alec's shoulder lightly, watching as the skin reddened and Alec whimpered. "He has a natural resilance to fire, you know? But I can make that go away..."

Yup *Nods *Looks back at Alec* What is it with you and your foam spine, Alec?

Alec whimpered as Jono bit him on the ear. "Ah now... he just knows his place. Don't you Love? You like this, don't you?"

Alec shook his head violently. "No..." he croaked out.

Ah, Alec, this is all your fault, you know. If you would just learn to stand up for yourself, stuff like this wouldn't happen.

"Can't!" he whimpered as Jono shredded the remains of his shirt.

"No. You can't. You're right where you belong," Jono said, nipping at the burnt shoulder, causing Alec to cry out and jerk away. This made his pinned arm gush some more blood. Jono put his finger in it and tasted it with a smile.

And that's why Verra is dead. That's why your kids are dead. You killed them Alec. You killed everyone.

"No! No... gods no...no... no..." Alec shook his head violently until Jono grasped his head and gave him a deep kiss while drawing his knife down the burnt and pinned arm.

Yup. Your fault. Lorac went nuts, your fault. Jono got in, and killed everyone. Your fault. All your fault.

Alec screamed as the knife dug into the muscles of his arm. He then shuddered and tried to shake his head, but Jono wouldn't let him as he kept on kissing him. "Should have kept your powers love," Jono said. "How else can you fight me? You're nothing now. I should kill you out of pity. But that wouldn't be fun." He twisted the knife, and Alec screamed harder, in between heaving sobs.

Dead, all dead, Alec, you killed them all dead, all dead.

Which was when Alec woke up, screaming. He was drenched in sweat and he immediately curled up in a fetal ball. Verra rolled over and gazed at Alec worriedly.

"Alec...?" she asked.

"Oh... gods... gods... gods... oh gods..." he moaned.

Verra reached over and tried to pull Alec into her arms, but he flinched away. "Alec... gods, Alec... tell me something?"

"I can't... gods... I can't. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"Live... I can't... do this!" and he shoved himself out of the bed, running from the room. Verra lept up after him, but he was faster than her, and the Inn bent to his will more than it did hers. He was gone when she reached the door.

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