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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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15. I can aee you but you cant see me, Ghost Peter and Aro; further shenanigans

This is very prefect for this au~

On with the fic!

Aro was becoming better at sensing Peter's presence whenever the ghost was nearby. He often unconsciously projected his thoughts and left rooms feeling cold, even if the vampires of the villa couldn't really sense it. Aro, however, was ancient, and could sense when the temperature was off, so he knew that Peter was close when the room seemed off.

That, and the human servants complained.

However, Peter was also learning to control his ghostly abilities, making it a bit harder to indicate where he was located when he put the effort in to hide.

Cold rooms were suddenly normal temperatures again, loud, obnoxious thoughts were cut off, and the sense that someone else was in a room was muted.

Aro found it both fascinating and irritating that Peter was getting better at hiding. That meant his stupid need to cause trouble was increasing.

"At this point," Aro heard one of his council members sneer to another, "we might as well bring in a bloody priest in here. Might as well attempt an exorcism, that's probably the best we can manage with... whatever this nonsense is."

"I agree, but Master Aro will not allow such a thing." The other one said, it appeared that neither of them seemed to notice that Aro was within earshot. "It's clear we have a problem, possibly something supernatural, and he chooses to play ignorant."

Aro frowned at the casual slander. He was not ignorant nor playing at it, he chose simply to ignore Peter to teach him a lesson to not bother him while he was working. Peter, obviously, was not a fan, and went off to bother others on the villa's grounds.

He'd deal with these two later, for now, he needed to return to work.

As he walked through the old, marble halls, Aro heard something metallic hit the ground. He turned to see what looked to be a ring on the floor, spinning a few times before dropping completely.

There was another metallic ting and it was a brooch down another area of the hall.

"Thievery is beneath you, Peter." Aro commented as he picked up the ring, noting that it belonged to one of the two who had been talking about him. He decided not to say anything about it.

There was a laugh from somewhere in the hall, but it was hard to pinpoint. Aro didn't have time for this. "Come out, Peter, no need for childish games. Where are you?"

The laughter got louder, still hard to specify where it came from exactly. "I can see you," came a sing-songy response, "but you cant see me!"

The vampire rolled his eyes and carried on with his walking. "This is beneath you, just come out and follow me, I know that is what you wish to do."

"Uhg!" Peter was suddenly at his side, popping up out of the floor. "God, you're in such a bitchy mood, you're not fun! At least throw me a bone, I stole those off the guys who were shit talkin' you!"

"Yes, thank you for defending my owner with the time-honored craft of pickpocketing."

"You're welcome!"

"But I am not in the mood for your brand of chaos right now. So, if you want my attention today, behave yourself, and do not try and pull your newly found need to be as quiet as an empty cemetery."

Peter pouted. "You'll give me attention later then?"

"Yes, but leave me out of your nonsense today, alright? Go... bother someone somewhere else on the villa, try to see if your temperature control can be used for better uses."

The ghost smirked, punching Aro in the shoulder, even though it felt more like icy silk passed through him. "I'll hold you to that! I'll be back to have you lavish attention all over me. Maybe I can get a better reaction outta those twins with what I tried to do to you!"

And he was gone, through a wall, leaving just the faintest hint of chill in his wake. Aro shook his head, he was in for a long evening, he was sure of it. He wondered if Peter was going to attempt for of this childish nonsense in the evening, forgetting what Aro said. It was very likely.

#vincturi #ghost (vampire) hunter au #john's drabbles

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gaal-dornick · 3 years

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if there’s no family feels, does it even matter?

#it doesn't #it really doesn't #not to me anyways #this is the point that makes me pass so many tog fics #i love romance as much as the next person but i can't personally do it if it's just that #call it a character flaw if you will #personal #this is probably the reason i haven't managed to write the third part of don't let go yet #today in: am i aro or am i just bitchy #who knows

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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okay firstly hello Wolfie my dear ilysm and i am giving you a big internet hug in this moment ^_^ if you're open for prompts, could i ask for some platonic sickfic? whoever you feel like writing, im happy with anyone gently caring for someone else thru like a stubborn cold or w/e. maybe some tired cuddles interrupted by a sneezing fit lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (if this doesn't grab you that's fine of course, im always happy to read your stuff! <3)

Aww hello <3 Thank you darling! I went with Geraskier... cos why not? (although you very nearly got Gerlion). Oh and Geralt is aro/ace now. I don’t make the rules. (in my head Jaskier is also aro in this but... that’s up to you.)

WC: 723

CW: Jaskier has a cold soo... yeah. Light whump/comfort

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Jaskier woke up with a loud groan. His throat was burning, the telltale sign that he was getting sick. He fucking hated getting sick. He whined and buried his face in his pillow, blinding reaching for his water bottle that he kept near the edge of his bed. He desperately hoped that maybe, just maybe he was dehydrated. He did often forget to drink after all. He struggled to sit up enough to pour the cold water into his mouth.

“Oh cock!”

He’d spilt water all over his pillow and down his chest. He groaned, running his fingers through his hair, sniffing loudly, and then he cursed again. He was definitely getting sick. His head was heavy and there was a tightness in his chest. Looking around the darkness of the room, he considered whether he should go back to bed or get up to find supplies before he felt too shitty to do anything but nap and scroll through his phone. With a quiet cough he decided on the former. If he got up now he might be able to catch his roommate, Geralt, before he went to work. So he wrapped his duvet around his shoulders and padded from his room, pausing only to wipe his nose.

“Geralt?” He asked loudly, cutting his own question off with another cough and whine.

“In the kitchen!”

Jaskier muttered a string of curses under his breath as he went to find Geralt. His friend was prodding bacon around a frying pan. Jaskier pouted, he hadn’t been able to smell the delicious breakfast food from his room which was honestly a tragedy. He fucking loved bacon. He flopped down onto a chair and thumped his head against the table, despairing at his life. It was his week off from work and he’d had so much planned. Of course he’d fucking gone and got sick.

Geralt’s hand touched his shoulder, and he pouted up at his friend, bottom lip quivering. “I’m sick.”

“Come on,” Geralt rolled his eyes, a fond but exasperated smile playing on his lips. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“I don’t want to be sick!” Jaskier whined loudly.

“No one does, Jask.”

“I had plans!” He threw his arms out widely, and then swore as he scrambled to pick up his duvet from the floor, the sudden movement of leaning down made his head spin. “Oh bollocks.”

He vaguely registered Geralt turning off the hob and setting the bacon aside, before being bundled back into his bedroom. “I’ll get you some Olbas oil and decongestants. Rest Jaskier.”

“You’re not my mother.”

Geralt smirked. “Hmm.”

Jaskier hummed back and stuck his tongue out at Geralt, but there was a warmth in his chest. This was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He adored being coddled over by his best friend, it made him feel wanted. It was what he craved, to be loved, adored, and most of all… wanted. He hummed happily as he pulled his duvet up to his chin, wiggling as he tried to get comfortable. Geralt would be back soon. It was his last thought before he fell back asleep.

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Geralt didn’t take long to gather a steam inhaler and a packet of cold and flu tablets. He quickly messaged Vesemir to tell him he’d be late for work, then pushed open Jaskier’s door. The brunet was snoring loudly, gasping for air through his mouth on every other breath. His hair was ratty, sticking up all over the place, and there was already a drool patch on the pillow he was cuddling. Geralt shook his head. Jaskier was known all around the bars in town for being a flirt and an irresistible lover. It always made Geralt laugh. They’d been best friends since childhood, and he meant more to Geralt than any other person on the godforsaken planet… but he’d never quite understood the mindless lust that drove the rest of the world. He sighed and gently roused Jaskier long enough to get the cold medicine down his throat then lay down on the bed next to him. Jaskier snorted in his sleep and then latched onto Geralt like a koala like he always did.

“Geralt?” Jaskier slurred, the syllable blending into one.

“I’m here, go back to sleep.”

“Hmm… ok.”

Geralt chuckled as Jaskier flopped back down to sleep.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #sickfic #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #wolfie's witcher writing #Anonymous

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mor-beck-more-problems · 3 years

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Face Heel Turn || Morgan & Ben

TIMING: Current

LOCATION: UMWC

PARTIES: @professorbcampbell & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Morgan and Ben face an unpleasant problem on campus and make a run for their lives.

(art credit @professorbcampbell)

With a sigh, Ben removed his glasses and slipped them into the soft travel case that he then tucked away into his attache case. Meetings. While he was sure that many of his colleagues despised such events, Ben had always thrived in them. There was nothing quite like watching the interdepartmental politics at work and he enjoyed giving the invisible strings that wrapped around his peers a gentle nudge from time to time. One of the other professors approached him, asking if he wanted to go for drinks with the others. “Ah, no thank you,” He said with a polite shake of his head, “I was hoping to talk to David- chair duties and all.” Ben gave a regretful smile before stepping to the side. To his great annoyance, Ben caught sight of David making a quick exit from the room, escaping one Morgan Beck. Of course it was her. She was the mousy looking thorn in his otherwise pristine working life. “Morgan!” He said with a hearty smile, “Wonderful to see you.”

Morgan didn’t need to have real magic to work her will. Lots of pagans didn’t have a mainline to the universe and did just fine. She could too. She could. And if her will was getting a real contract with real responsibilities, something worthy of settling into for a few years, maybe until she stopped being able to convince people about her age, then she would take any opportunity the universe presented to her to make it happen. Sometimes that opportunity was cornering the dean of the liberal arts and social sciences college after a meeting.

Unfortunately, the dean wasn’t having any of it.

“Not now,” he mumbled, sliding past her.

“I just noticed three deceased faculty from my department in the obituaries, sir, and rather than waste university resources looking across the country, it be to everyone’s credit to promote from within and--”

“Not now, girl.” He shook his head. “Building codes.”

It took Morgan several seconds to process what she’d heard, and another to decide that, no, she was not going to respond politely. But that time was more than enough for the dean to get away. Worse, it was time enough for Ben Campbell to get in her way. She fought herself not to sneer openly at him. “Hi, Ben,” she managed, her cheer thin and shrill. “Great seminar today, right? Just love those PD review sessions. Keeps it fresh!” She shouldered him out of her way, scampering out the room and toward the dean’s office as she said, “Woops! So sorry, Ben. But I really need to catch David for something.” And maybe consider reversing her new policy on violence. “So sorry! Tootles!” Surely, she thought, Ben would hate her enough to not try and follow.

It had been amusing, at the very least, to see the Dean completely brush of Beck. Ben didn’t let any emotion show on his face, pretending instead to be focused on trying to see where David went. But on the inside, he couldn’t help the smug, triumphant gloating wash over him. Served her right, for getting ideas beyond her position. She should keep her nose down, like any good adjunct would. Work hard, don’t bother people who clearly couldn’t give a shit about you, and make relationships. And the only relationships she’d made, as far as Ben could tell, were negative ones. Pathetic. “Oh yes, PD review, absolutely riveting.” He said with a good natured nod. Grunting as she shouldered him with more force than he would have expected out of such a tiny woman, Ben’s eyes followed her as she headed for the door. “Ah, you’re trying to talk to David as well? Wonderful, so am I. Co-chair duties. Quite a lot of work, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it.” Ben said with a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “What,” Exactly, “are you asking him about?”

Politeness kept Morgan from sprinting down the hall to the dean’s office, but determination kept her pace brisk and steady. “Oh, co-chair duties, of course. I bet you have lots to discuss and get approved. But so much of our paperwork is digital, right? I’m sure David would appreciate it so much more if you sent him a solid email with bullet points.” She walked a little faster. “I just need a few minutes with him alone to make a proposal for the english department. Plans for next semester, staffing, the usual problems this university seems to be facing. I’m sure you’ve got a hot date or somewhere else you’d rather be.” She skidded to the door and grabbed the handle. “But it was so nice running into you!” If she said it loud enough, he’d get the idea and leave, right?

Eyes narrowing as Morgan moved past him, Ben sucked in a breath and forced his face into a smile. Walking after her, his own long strides more than keeping up with her shorter ones, Ben shook his head. “I wish it was so simple. We’re meeting about recruitment for the prospective graduate students to the college. I need to hammer out some of the finer details with him that an email simply wouldn’t cover.” He said with a long suffering sigh. As Morgan explained what she was going after, Ben’s eyebrow arched. What exactly was Bitchy Beck up to? Staffing… they’d had quite a few deaths in the department-- nothing related to him, of course. But there had been some unexpected openings. With a laugh, Ben shook his head, “No dates for me, I’m a bit too busy for that.” As she pulled open the door, he followed quickly behind her. There was no way he was letting Morgan monopolize David’s time. “I’m sure Dave can pencil both of us in.”

“Aw, no someone special?” Morgan said, barely bothering to put on a guise of sympathy on her words. “That’s so sad. You should really do something about that, Ben. I mean, unless you’re aro in which case, friend dates are still a thing! In a place like this, you could die alone tomorrow.” And sometimes she wished he would. “And that would just be kinda sad and tragic, right?” She twisted the handle and swung open the door onto the dean, or who she thought was the dean, fumbling to open the window, not realizing it was sealed. This would have been enough to make her freeze in the doorway on its own, but by the desk, another dean writhed on the floor and clawed at the smooth fleshy plane that was once his face. The secretary was next to him, the skin around her sealed, lipless mouth already turning blue.

“Uh…” Morgan edged back until she stepped on Ben’s toes.

The dean who was not the dean whipped his head around to look at them. He opened his mouth.

The corner of his lips quirking with barely concealed irritation, Ben hurried after the woman. How could such a tiny thing be so quick? “No, no, not aromantic. Or asexual. I’m a very average American man, just with a busier than average work schedule. But, I might try to see someone, who knows.” He said, remembering that the Nichol’s woman had mentioned knowing Beck when she’d dropped by for that post lecture disaster. Just as he was about to mention that he was very interested in getting to know Erin better and, oh, did she happen to know her? What a coincidence, what a wonderful coincidence indeed--Morgan had already pulled open the door to the dean’s office without even the slightest decency to knock. And he was startled to see a pair of bodies writhing on the floor, their faces smooth, fleshy masks.

“Good Lord!” Ben swore, raising his arms instinctively to defend himself as the decidedly not-dean stood and screamed at them. The human lips split like seams and Ben could have sworn he saw circular rows of teeth lining the thing’s throat as it bellowed. His hands clasped over his ears at the harsh shriek and he stumbled backwards, not in fear but in pain. He’d seen demons do far worse than this, he’d done far worse than this himself. But, he was only human, after all. And without a weapon at his disposal, he could hardly do anything to protect himself. And, as irritating as Beck was, it wouldn’t do to explain how she’d been murdered as well. “Let’s get out of here!” He said, grabbing her by the shoulder and tugging her to the door as the dean moved with jerky, alien movements across the office towards them.

Several things happened at once before Morgan’s eyes: a very bright dangerous-looking something spewed out of Not-the-dean’s mouth and landed on the door next to her head, Ben pulled her away, and her confusion and panic erupted into a scream. She didn’t fight Ben. Not-the-dean had leapt to an open chair, landing on all fours and his toothy, four lipped mouth spread open again.

She started to run with Ben, but from the galloping thumps behind them, she could tell it was gaining. “Fucking fuck,” she hissed. She pulled back on Ben’s arm and made a sharp turn down the nearest hall. “You’re too slow!” Then again, so were her pumps. Morgan stopped long enough to kick them off, which so happened to be enough time for Not-the-dean to come bounding down the hall. He stopped just shy of the turn Morgan made and swiveled his head.

“If I carry you, are you gonna be a baby about it?” She asked.

The dean leapt for them, apparently determined. No time to find out. “Hold on tight, spider monkey,” she said. Then she swept her arm under his legs and went off with him.

The way the imposter’s face opened into a disgusting, peeling-apart mouth was enough to convince Ben that they needed to go post-haste, immediately, now. Scrambling out of the room, he sprinted down the hallway as quickly as he could and was startled to see Morgan was keeping pace with him? What? How could she possibly do that-- he wasn’t that old. But this tiny little thing was running alongside him, barely even winded from the effort. Turning an unexpectedly tight corner, the combination of his momentum and his considerable frame had him smacking into the side of the wall. Meanwhile, he could hear the loping sound of the creature echoing behind them.

“Carry me? I’m nearly 200--” Ben started but before he could finish his sentence, Morgan had already grabbed hold of him and was lifting him off the ground. And then, she began to run. Instinctively, Ben clung to her shoulders tightly, not wanting to fall off the woman’s thin frame. Gritting his teeth in irritation, he muttered, “Twilight? Really?” under his breath as Morgan sprinted his way through the hallways. As thoroughly emasculating as it was, to be packmuled out of danger by Beck of all people, there was a silver lining. Morgan had revealed herself to him. She was distinctly not human-- what breed of that, he had no idea-- but she was… unfortunately, a part of the true world.

Morgan managed to laugh wryly as she ran. “Got a problem with that, Bella?” Just a few more feet. It would be easier out in the open, right? Not-the-Dean thundered behind them, galloping the way no person should be able to. The air hissed, and Morgan heard something sizzling on her back and bubbling splatter on the wall beside her.

“Was that acid?” She wasn’t sure why she was alarmed. It wouldn’t do anything to her that couldn’t immediately be undone. But who liked getting acid thrown at them anyway? And there was still Ben in her arms, even if wiping away his face might be an improvement to his character. “Maybe duck your head!” They were almost out the hall. “And brace for impact!” If he was so tough, he shouldn’t mind her blasting through the double doors. Once outside they could split up, or double back and have it lose their trail that way.

Morgan barreled through the doors and into the purple evening, still running, until she crashed into the bike rack and fell over, dropping Ben and sprawling onto the ground.

“Yes.” Ben grunted emphatically, as he was jostled on the woman’s back rather roughly as they ran through the corridors. What the ever loving fuck was happening? What the hell was Morgan? Definitively not human, not human in the slightest. Unless she was moonlighting as some kind of bodybuilder or pro wrestler or something, but that seemed doubtful. But, he couldn’t dwell on this for very long as something hot, wet, and bubbling splashed against the wall next to them. Chancing a glance over, his face went pale as he saw bits of exposed concrete peeking through spots where acid had already begun to chew through the structure.

“Acid. Yes, yes, that was acid-- run faster, Beck!” He yelled, holding on tightly to the small woman’s shoulders. Twisting his head, he watched as the thing behind them was still hot in pursuit, barrelling after them on all fours. “What?” He asked, before turning back just in time to duck, though the crossbar of the door still caught the back of his head. He was seeing stars as Morgan barrelled out into the quad and spilled out on the ground when she slammed into the bike rack. Stunned, barely able to see, and head splitting with pain, Ben blindly scrambled backwards, wanting to put as much distance between him and the creature as possible.

For one terrible second, Morgan stayed on the ground. Too fast and she might be seen, identified for what she was, or else frighten Ben into telling enough people about her that she found herself hunted in her office one day. Too slow and it wouldn’t matter because Not-the-Dean and his acid was going to eat her. Ben was already moving beside her, getting up and far the fuck away. That was as good enough of a cue as any. Morgan jumped to her feet and kept running, past Ben and toward the nearest building. As she passed him she called, “You’re welcome! Don’t die!” Then she kept running, into the music building, then architecture, in and out praying that just this once the universe would bend her way and that she hadn’t been seen and she wasn’t a good enough target to be worth pursuing anyway. When she finally made it inside her car, she let herself take a beat and scan the horizon for signs of...whatever the hell she’d just seen. But it could look like anything, couldn’t it? One of the teenagers ambling toward the parking lot, the janitor pushing their cart into the next building, the MBAs strolling out in their suits. And she hadn’t even looked back, had she? Was Ben still alive? And what about the students, playing frisbee in the sunset and coming in for their late night classes and-- Morgan let her head hit the steering wheel and sighed. Too late to tie up loose ends now. She needed to go home, be grateful, and not think too hard about how bad she didn’t feel about Ben Campbell maybe losing his face.

Blinking the spots from his vision, Ben picked himself up to run from the creature that was still pursuing them-- him, he realized. Because as he was turning to dash away, he watched as Morgan scrambled past him, shouting such incredibly insightful advice as she left. Bitchy fucking Beck was going to leave him to die-- or worse, have his face ripped off and masqueraded around on some disgusting creature. “Lord!” He swore as he ran across the quad, his tie whipping behind him as he sprinted away. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yanking open the nearest building’s door, he fumbled to pull his lanyard from his pocket, his staff keycard in hand. The top floors here were barred to relevant staff and he had access, he could go up there. Running towards the staircase, Ben chanced a glance behind him and saw that the creature had shoved open the doors of the building. A fresh spray of acid was shot his direction and he let out a yelp before slipping into the staircase.

Taking the steps three at a time, Ben hurried up the spiraling staircase and waved his keycard frantically at the heavy metal door. Green lights flashed over the electronic lock and he threw himself inside, slamming the door behind him. Sore, tired, and breathing hard, Ben slumped against the door and listened for the creature. He could hear it tearing through the stairwell, screeching and raging as it ran. But, it didn’t seem to know where he was. And he was fine with that. As the monster’s screeches faded, Ben was at last able to relax and reflect on just what exactly had happened. His mind was putting together all the pieces, forming a very hazy, very concerning picture.

About three things, Ben was absolutely positive. First, Morgan wasn’t human. Second, there was a part of her, and he wasn’t sure how large this part of her was, that was fine with him being dead. And third, he unconditionally, irrevocably hated her.

#heel face turn #wr ben #wr chatzy #wr ben chatzy

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midnightwitch92 · 5 years

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Chapter 9 | Nightmare and dreamscape | Eric Yorkie

At the hospital, I and the gang were anxiously waiting to see how Tyler was doing. After he helped lift the truck to save Bella, he passed out. He took a nasty bang to the head during the crash, which the doctors said could have killed him. He had to be taken to intensive care and permanently monitored. We couldn't be allowed in to see him so we had to sit in the waiting room for what seemed like ages. My stomach was doing somersaults as I sat there wondering if he was ok. I'd already been to Lacey's funeral, I didn't fancy going to another.

While waiting I decided to check on Bella. Once the truck was lifted, Jessica, Angela and Mallory crawled under it to pull her and the other person out. Surprisingly, she was unharmed. Not so much as a scrape on her. She just lay on the ground in stunned silence. The doctors said it must have been the shock that stopped her from moving or crying for help. The other person seemed to be handling it a lot better. Turned out it was Edward Cullen who had been under the truck with her. Earlier, despite the doctor's insistence that he take it easy and get examined for unseen injuries, he ignored them and went for a wander through the hospital. When I reached Bella's room she wasn't there so I decided to head toward the hospital cafe. As I walked down the hall, I was nearly run over by a crowd of nurses rushing in with a patient who was on a stretcher. The man was still alive, trying to say something but unable to get out a word. He was covered in blood and massive wounds, which the nurses were trying to keep the pressure on. I wasn't sure if he was another victim of the Washington Vampires or what.

When we entered the hospital earlier, it was in such a mad dash that I didn't pay attention to what way we were going. Now I struggled to find my back through the maze of hallways that all looked the same. As I tried to remember which way led towards the elevator I entered an oddly quiet part of the hospital. I walked down the cold, white-walled corridors, looking for the signs to point me in the right direction. Instead of signs, I saw Dr Cullen disappearing into one of the rooms at the end of the hall. At first, I didn't want to disturb him, especially if he was with a patient, but after some thought and a slow walk down the hall, I decided to ask him for directions anyway. I could just give the door a quick knock and be on my way. What harm could it do?

As I neared the end of the corridor I recognised a voice from the other side of the door. It wasn't Dr Cullen but his adopted daughter, Rosalie. I could hear her timid whispers growing more incensed as I approached the door.

"How could you be so stupid? That boy could die!" She snapped, but not at Dr Cullen.

"Don't get bitchy with me." Emmett's apathetic tone rang through the door. "He started it," he said.

"Will the pair of you lower your voices. I must confess I am very disappointed in you, Emmett. Are you trying to get us all hung? Interfering with my plans and Flying off the handle like that. Today could have been a disaster for us." Dr Cullen said in a calm voice. I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean.

"I agree with that last part." Rosalie urged. "If anything, I think today just proves we must forget the whole thing and get away from here."

"Not a chance Rose. Luckily for you Emmett, your little stunt today only confirmed what we already suspected. That we have a huge opportunity in our sights." He said. What little stunt? Was he talking about the fight with Tyler? What the hell did he think would come from that? I thought to myself.

"We couldn't possibly get all of them without raising suspicion, and even if we could, we don't have the time. Not with those murders drawing attention to us." Rosalie said.

"The wolves are suspicious of us and I've no doubt Aro is looking into this as we speak. The boy will recover and be back to his old self in no time. We just need to keep our heads down and carry on, till there is no doubt about us in this. Understand? Running will only raise more suspicions." Carlyle asked.

There was no response. Instead, I heard one of them coming towards the door. It was a bloody good job one of those old hospital trolleys was there for me to crouch behind or Rosalie would have seen me.

"Don't you dare walk away from me." Carlyle snapped at her.

"I'm not. I just... thought I heard something," she said.

"close the door and get back here. Edward's coming for a chat. He says it's important. Hopefully, he's found a way to fix this mess." He commanded.

When the Door closed I quietly stood up, wondering what the hell all that was about. I didn't feel hungry anymore and headed back to the waiting room, but not before hearing Bella talking to Edward as they came around the corner.

"I saw you standing beside the entrance. You were nowhere near me when the van lost control." Bella argued with him.

"Think what you like. No one will believe you." he sneered and walked away from her. I just kept walking towards her as he passed me by. I asked her to join me on the way back to Tyler's room and she agreed. As we reached the room it turned out our visiting time had come to an end, the doctors asked us to come back and see Tyler tomorrow.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about the Cullen's. I always knew they were a strange bunch but that was just weird. What were they after? How were they involved in the murders and why were they suspects? What was that about wolves and someone called Aro? My head was pounding as I climbed into my bed.

That night I dreamed I was walking barefoot through the cold streets. It was so strange as I walked along in my pyjamas, not sure where I was going. I soon found myself headed towards a large field that shouldn't have been there. In fact, the more I looked around, the more I realised that Forks was different. It was like I knew where I was but everything had been rearranged. My friend's houses were all together and facing the field which I now recognised. It was Mill Creek. It was the place were Lacey was killed.

As I looked out on to the field I saw a running figure appear from the distance. I didn't recognise Mike until he saw and screamed for me to run, and I saw more figures coming up behind him. I froze to the pavement when I saw that they were covered in blood, massive wounds and missing body parts.

"RUN YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! RUN!" Mike screamed as he shot forward and nearly knocked me off my feet as he grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him. The zombies chased us through the empty streets as we just kept moving. We tried to get inside the houses, battering on the doors and screaming for help. When no one responded we just kept running through the streets. As we went on, more zombies seemed to appear keeping us on Bogacheil Way and making it difficult to lose them.

"OH MY GOD! MIKE WE CANT KEEP RUNNING! WE NEED TO HIDE." I screamed.

Finally, we came to the open doors of the hospital, slammed the door shut and hid inside. "What the fuck was that?" I asked, struggling to catch my breath.

"I don't know man. This nightmare is freaking me out. I thought Lacey was really going to kill me this time" Mike cried.

"Lacey? Why on earth would she kill anyone?" I asked.

"I don't know. Last night I had almost the same nightmare. She turned up in my bedroom, but I was floating and I couldn't move, and tonight came back and just whaled on me and chased me out the door. I don't know what the hell she wants from me."

Before Mike could continue, we were interrupted by a noise around the corner. Hiding behind the receptionist desk, we listened to the sound of footsteps. I peeked over the desk and saw someone eerily walk past us. He was pulling something along the floor behind him, a body. We couldn't go back through the main entrance for fear of the zombies, and we couldn't use the emergency fire exit because of the automatic alarm. The only way to get out without drawing attention was the entrance at the other end of the hallway, which he was headed down.

"We need to get to the other entrance as quietly as possible," I whispered to Mike.

"Oh, you are out of your mind. Mr Body-bag's is headed down there." He whispered.

" If we can just get past him without being seen we should be fine. Its only one guy." I whispered.

As he slowly moved down the hall, we came out from behind the desk and peeked around the door frame. He stopped at another corridor with a sign pointing to the morgue. As he headed down that way we Quickly followed behind, hiding behind the water dispenser. The door was only a few feet away. "Laurent? What took you so long?" I nearly shit myself as a woman's voice called out.

"Sorry, Victoria. This one was more trouble than I thought." Laurent said.

We peeked around the door frame we saw Laurent more clearly. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with thick dreadlocks. The woman, Victoria was pail with a mop of fiery red hair. She had two victims tied up at the entrance to the morgue. As they talked we saw one of the three injured morticians trying to crawl away, but Victoria slowly walked up to him and hauled him back towards Laurent. "I want out. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." he tried to walk away, nearly spotting us, but Victoria took him by the arm.

"Please don't leave. I swear everything we are doing will be worth it in the end. Once James gets here with our getaway ambulance, we can finish the job, then everything will be alright. Don't you understand? Everything will be alright." She urged him.

Suddenly, a noise from behind the locked door caught their attention and Victoria smiled. "The newborns have awoken and they are hungry. I will ask you one final time, are you in or are you out?" She asked, to which he looked down at the terrified mortician before nodding in approval. With that Victoria opened the door and the pair began shoving the hysterical morticians in the room to be devoured by the newborns. We could hear their screams turn to choked whimpers as blood seeped out from under the door.

We tried to stay quiet but as we stood up I must have knocked the water dispenser because it suddenly started pouring water. Their heads snapped in our direction as their wide, blood red eyes locked on us. We bolted for the door as they gave chase, nearly ripping the door off its hinges when we opened it. We dashed out into the parking lot, only to be stuck in the path of blinding light of a speeding ambulance.

I felt a massive jolt as I sat up in the dark. "ERIC? ERIC WHAT HAPPENED?" My mother screamed as ran into my bedroom. "WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?" She cried.

"I'm... I'm Sorry mum. I just had a bad dream. That's all." I looked around my room, wondering what the hell just happened.

"Eric? What's that on the side of your pyjama top?" She pointed to me. I looked down an realised it was water, but I had no water in my room. The only way water could have gotten on me was in my nightmare at the hospital.

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Chapter 9 | Nightmare and dreamscape | Eric Yorkie

While waiting I decided to check on Bella. Once the truck was lifted, Jessica, Angela and Mallory crawled under it to pull her and the other person out. Surprisingly, she was unharmed. Not so much as a scrape on her. She just lay on the ground in stunned silence. The doctors said it must have been the shock that stopped her from moving or crying for help. The other person seemed to be handling it a lot better. Turned out it was Edward Cullen who had been under the truck with her. Earlier, despite the doctor's insistence that he take it easy and get examined for unseen injuries, he ignored them and went for a wander through the hospital. When I reached Bella's room she wasn't there so I decided to head toward the hospital cafe. As I walked down the hall, I was nearly run over by a crowd of nurses rushing in with a patient who was on a stretcher. The man was still alive, trying to say something but unable to get out a word. He was covered in blood and massive wounds, which the nurses were trying to keep pressure on. I wasn't sure if he was another victim of the Washington Vampires or what.

"How could you be so stupid? That boy could die!" She snapped, but not at Dr Cullen.

"Don't get bitchy with me." Emmett's apathetic tone rang through the door. "He started it," he said.

"I agree with that last part." Rosalie urged. "If anything, I think today just proves we must forget the whole thing and get away from here."

"We couldn't possibly get all of them without raising suspicion, and even if we could, we don't have the time. Not with those murders drawing attention to us." Rosalie said.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Carlyle snapped at her.

"I'm not. I just... thought I heard something," she said.

"close the door and get back here. Edward's coming for a chat. He says it's important. Hopefully, he's found a way to fix this mess." He commanded.

"I saw you standing beside the entrance. You were nowhere near me when the van lost control." Bella argued with him.

As I looked out onto the field I saw a running figure appear from the distance. I didn't recognise Mike until he saw and screamed for me to run, and I saw more figures coming up behind him. I froze to the pavement when I saw that they were covered in blood, massive wounds and missing body parts.

"OH MY GOD! MIKE WE CAN'T KEEP RUNNING! WE NEED TO HIDE." I screamed.

Finally, we came to the open doors of the hospital, slammed the door shut and hid inside. "What the fuck was that?" I asked, struggling to catch my breath.

"I don't know man. This nightmare is freaking me out. I thought Lacey was really going to kill me this time" Mike cried.

"Lacey? Why on earth would she kill anyone?" I asked.

Before Mike could continue, we were interrupted by the noise around the corner. Hiding behind the receptionist desk, we listened to the sound of footsteps. I peeked over the desk and saw someone eerily walk past us. He was pulling something along the floor behind him, a body. We couldn't go back through the main entrance for fear of the zombies, and we couldn't use the emergency fire exit because of the automatic alarm. The only way to get out without drawing attention was the entrance at the other end of the hallway, which he was headed down.

"We need to get to the other entrance as quietly as possible," I whispered to Mike.

"Oh, you are out of your mind. Mr Body-bag's is headed down there." He whispered.

" If we can just get past him without being seen we should be fine. It's only one guy." I whispered.

"Sorry, Victoria. This one was more trouble than I thought." Laurent said.

As We peeked around the door frame we saw Laurent more clearly. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with thick dreadlocks. The woman, Victoria was pail with a mop of fiery red hair. She had two victims tied up at the entrance to the morgue. As they talked we saw one of the three injured morticians trying to crawl away, but Victoria slowly walked up to him and hauled him back towards Laurent. "I want out. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." he tried to walk away, nearly spotting us, but Victoria took him by the arm.

We tried to stay quiet but as we stood up I must have knocked the water dispenser because it suddenly started pouring water. Their heads snapped in our direction as their wide, blood-red eyes locked on us. We bolted for the door as they gave chase, nearly ripping the door off its hinges when we opened it. We dashed out into the parking lot, only to be stuck in the path of blinding light of a speeding ambulance.

I felt a massive jolt as I sat up in the dark. "ERIC? ERIC WHAT HAPPENED?" My mother screamed as ran into my bedroom. "WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?" She cried.

"I'm... I'm sorry mum. I just had a bad dream. That's all." I looked around my room, wondering what the hell just happened.

"Eric? What's that on the side of your pyjama top?" She pointed towards me. I looked down and realised it was water, but I had no water in my room. The only way water could have gotten on me was in my nightmare at the hospital.

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