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[color=#000000] Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova [/color]
[color=gold]Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova [/color][/center]
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[b][color=gold]Time[/color][/b]: Early Morning
[b][color=gold]Location[/color][/b]: Berova Estate
[b][color=gold]Attire[/color][/b]: -
[b][color=gold]Interactions[/color][/b]: -

[b]Trigger Warnings:[/b]: Blood, Mutilation, Death, General Horror

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He can feel the cold stone of the room beneath his bare feet. The room feels like it’s been blanketed in darkness, threatening to swallow him whole. It makes him feel tiny, insignificant and the air around him is thick and metallic, each breath tasting like rust. It’s a sensation he’s all too familiar with. [i]Blood.[/i] The walls of the room glistened in crimson, dripping sickeningly to the cold floor. It’s then that he realized the bodies that surround him. They lie tangled at his feet, pale limbs twisted at impossible angles, face slack in expression. There is a pool of dark crimson that surrounds them. It is slick and reflective. As he moved to look down at his reflection, a sound startled him.

A monster stands just across the room, a limp body in it’s grip.

Its form is vaguely human, familiar, but wrong. Its shaggy dark hair is disheveled and matted with both wet and dried blood. Its arms look proportionally wrong, and he can see that same slick crimson liquid covering its claw-like hands. He noticed, a horrified expression on his face, that the creature’s face was completely blurred in an unnatural way. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and smudged it out. 

The monster tilted it’s head at him. 

Nik’s heart stuttered, his chest tightening. It wasn’t just fear, no. There was something else there. Something he shuddered to consider. 

[i]Recognition.[/i]

A sound tore through the room, part growl, part scream. The sound of a creature that had long forgotten mercy. He swears he can hear his name in the depths of the roar. The monster took a step towards him and dropped the body it was holding. Then another. 

[i]Run.[/i]

The thought hits him too late. The creature lunged at him, screeching. Nikolai spun on his heel and sprinted for the exit, his bare feet barely finding purchase against the blood-soaked floor. He tripped over tools, bodies, but eventually breaks through to the outside. All at once he is outside in the forest. The brush cut at his feet as he ran. Behind him, he heard it. Heavy footsteps, relentless and gaining ground. He can feel its presence at his back, hot and suffocating, like a hand hovering inches from his spine. 

He stumbled, tripping over a root. His broke the fall with his hands, but the impact sent painful jolts down his arm.

Cold fingers touched his shoulder. He jolted. The world fractured. 

Nikolai jerked awake with a strangled gasp, bolting up in his bed. The sheets are soaked through with his sweat, clinging to his skin. His heart hammered painfully in his chest. Each breath felt like fire, and for a brief moment, he was convinced he could still smell blood. It took him several seconds before he dared to look at his hands and when he does, they’re clean. He let out a sigh, lifting one hand to rub his temple, which was throbbing. After several minutes, he pushed himself up off of the bed, unable to shake the certainty that the monster was familiar to him. He pulled on some clothes and a thick coat and began his walk outside. 

Another sleepless night. [/color]