{Anita Blake} Nightmares - Standalone
Story Name: Nightmares
Fandom: Anita Blake Vampire Hunter by Laurell K. Hamilton
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 12
Time Taken: 15 Minutes
Words: 640
Summary: A response to Word #178 from 15minuteficlets. Anita is having a hard time sleeping thanks to some rather nasty nightmares.
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Anita ran as if her life depended on it, and it did. Already she could hear the howls behind her echoing through the trees, the snap of jaws as they bit at her, feeding from her fear. A russle in the trees ahead sent her skittering off in another direction. And there he was, standing there in front of her, dark as night and with that cold look on his face. His hand rested near his gun, a taunting smile on his lips.
Before she knew it, she was reaching for her gun, the Browning in her shoulder holster, but it wasn't there. Her hand dropped to the inner pant holster, trying to draw the Firestar instead but her hand had nothing to wrap around. She heard a gun discharge, seeing the muzzle flair and watching the bullet coming towards her. She tried to move, but nothing would work. Her legs stayed stubbornly pasted to the ground. She could feel the wolves behind her, their breath hot against her skin.
Pain blossomed from her chest as she was blown backwards. The world moved, changing angles, confusing her. Then she was on her back, staring up at the sky. Her attacker moved forward, now standing over her. She looked up into Death's cold eyes. Death, or Edward, or Ted depending on who you asked, knelt down beside her and reached out to touch the side of her face.
"Guess we finally found out," his voice was soft, almost full of regret. "It's a shame to lose you, Anita, but curiousity got the better of me."
Anita tried to say something but it came out garbled. Not even she could understand what she was saying.
"She's all yours." Edward turned to look at someone.
Anita turned her head slightly and saw a wolf approaching, teeth bared. She knew instantly that it was Richard. She had seen him enough times when he'd been furry to recognize him. It stopped beside her and seemed to smile before sniffing her. His muzzle was right beside the bullet hole in her chest. She watched as the tongue darted out, tasting her. She thrashed around, trying to get away but Wolf-Richard just pinned her with his weight. She cried out, screaming for Edward. But it was in vain. Richard looked her in the eye again before spreading his jaws and snapping down to rip her flesh apart. She screamed and screamed and screamed...
She was sitting bold upright in her bed, gun in hand and panting hard. Cold sweat made her shiver as she reassured herself that it was all just a bad dream, just like it had been every night this week. She snapped the safety back on the gun and put it back in its holster. Right now, she needed security and for once, the gun wouldn't do it. Some things were solved by bullets and some things weren't. This was definately one of the things that wasn't. Give her something to shoot, a credible threat, and she could deal with it. Give her bodies to process, vampires to stake and she was fine, but this middle of the night crap was beyond her.
Damnit, didn't she have enough men problems without them stomping all over her subconscious as well. And Edward? Edward was nightmare enough in real life. Last thing she needed was her own mind making him scarier. She slid out of the bed, careful not to wake Micah or Nathanial and padded down to the kitchen carefully avoiding any mirrors or shiny surfaces. She knew she looked exhausted, she didn't need it confirmed. She made herself coffee hoping against hope that it would stave off sleep for the rest of the night. Just one night without the horrid images. One night of decent sleep. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently.
Fandom: Anita Blake Vampire Hunter by Laurell K. Hamilton
Author: Rebekah Davenport
Rating: 12
Time Taken: 15 Minutes
Words: 640
Summary: A response to Word #178 from 15minuteficlets. Anita is having a hard time sleeping thanks to some rather nasty nightmares.
~#~#~
Anita ran as if her life depended on it, and it did. Already she could hear the howls behind her echoing through the trees, the snap of jaws as they bit at her, feeding from her fear. A russle in the trees ahead sent her skittering off in another direction. And there he was, standing there in front of her, dark as night and with that cold look on his face. His hand rested near his gun, a taunting smile on his lips.
Before she knew it, she was reaching for her gun, the Browning in her shoulder holster, but it wasn't there. Her hand dropped to the inner pant holster, trying to draw the Firestar instead but her hand had nothing to wrap around. She heard a gun discharge, seeing the muzzle flair and watching the bullet coming towards her. She tried to move, but nothing would work. Her legs stayed stubbornly pasted to the ground. She could feel the wolves behind her, their breath hot against her skin.
Pain blossomed from her chest as she was blown backwards. The world moved, changing angles, confusing her. Then she was on her back, staring up at the sky. Her attacker moved forward, now standing over her. She looked up into Death's cold eyes. Death, or Edward, or Ted depending on who you asked, knelt down beside her and reached out to touch the side of her face.
"Guess we finally found out," his voice was soft, almost full of regret. "It's a shame to lose you, Anita, but curiousity got the better of me."
Anita tried to say something but it came out garbled. Not even she could understand what she was saying.
"She's all yours." Edward turned to look at someone.
Anita turned her head slightly and saw a wolf approaching, teeth bared. She knew instantly that it was Richard. She had seen him enough times when he'd been furry to recognize him. It stopped beside her and seemed to smile before sniffing her. His muzzle was right beside the bullet hole in her chest. She watched as the tongue darted out, tasting her. She thrashed around, trying to get away but Wolf-Richard just pinned her with his weight. She cried out, screaming for Edward. But it was in vain. Richard looked her in the eye again before spreading his jaws and snapping down to rip her flesh apart. She screamed and screamed and screamed...
She was sitting bold upright in her bed, gun in hand and panting hard. Cold sweat made her shiver as she reassured herself that it was all just a bad dream, just like it had been every night this week. She snapped the safety back on the gun and put it back in its holster. Right now, she needed security and for once, the gun wouldn't do it. Some things were solved by bullets and some things weren't. This was definately one of the things that wasn't. Give her something to shoot, a credible threat, and she could deal with it. Give her bodies to process, vampires to stake and she was fine, but this middle of the night crap was beyond her.
Damnit, didn't she have enough men problems without them stomping all over her subconscious as well. And Edward? Edward was nightmare enough in real life. Last thing she needed was her own mind making him scarier. She slid out of the bed, careful not to wake Micah or Nathanial and padded down to the kitchen carefully avoiding any mirrors or shiny surfaces. She knew she looked exhausted, she didn't need it confirmed. She made herself coffee hoping against hope that it would stave off sleep for the rest of the night. Just one night without the horrid images. One night of decent sleep. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently.