It hadn't escaped Klaus' notice that Samara had been sleeping poorly in general. The scream startled him, however, and the book he'd been reading dropped to the floor of the treehouse with a thunk as he lept up and ran, feet pounding loud across the floorboards.
"Samara!" he cried, bursting into her room to find her thrashing in her bed.
"Anna!" she screamed again, her hands reaching out blindly. "Anna, Anna..." Her mother's name, her friend's name, but not, Anna was not her mother, her friend was not Anna. The baby kept crying.
Her fingers hooked into claws, grasping at brick that was no longer there.
"Samara!" Klaus yelled again, by her bedside in an instant and grabbing hold of her flailing arms. "Samara, stop! STOP!" He shook her, and while he was trying to not be too rough about it, he was frightened. "WAKE UP! It's Klaus, wake up, wake up!"
Her breath caught, and her eyes opened. They took a second or two to focus, and then she was mostly back to herself. "Klaus?" Her throat hurt, and she must have snagged her fingernail on something. It was bleeding.
Without thought, Klaus pulled Samara against his chest and wrapped his arms tight around her slender body. "It's okay," he exhaled, willing his heartbeat to slow. That was the thing to say, wasn't it? He felt certain that was what Violet would say. He was no good at comforting people.
Tears sprung up all hot in her eyes and she pressed into him, almost like she could crawl inside his skin and be safe. "I was there again. Horses and... the baby was crying, and..." Samara shook her head.
It wasn't surprising to find out what she'd been dreaming of, but Klaus was confused nevertheless. "And Anna was there?" he asked as he stroked Samara's hair uncertainly.
Samara nodded, taking deep and ragged breaths. "She was there. Watching, and she looked sad." She didn't want to close her eyes again. The Ring was still there.
"I'm not going anywhere," Klaus promised, not even daring to so much as loosen his hold on Samara. This was far from the first time he'd known her to have nightmares -- And no wonder, with the place she'd come from -- but the intensity of this one was particularly frightening.
"Do you dream about Anna often?" he asked, his mind already racing.
"She's there a lot," Samara said quietly. "She can't do anything to help me. Just watch. And the baby..." She pressed her chin into his shoulder. "It's just a nightmare, right?"
"Samara!" he cried, bursting into her room to find her thrashing in her bed.
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Her fingers hooked into claws, grasping at brick that was no longer there.
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Shaking, she leaned into him.
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"Stay here."
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"Do you dream about Anna often?" he asked, his mind already racing.
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