“Jennifer…”
Vincent felt her cool, soft hand on his cheek and lifted his hand to hers, holding it there a little longer. It was stupid of him to have acted the way he did, and the more he was near her the more he realized how big of a heart she really had for helping others. Maybe it was simply the byproduct of her healing powers, and the innate will to press on even under dire conditions. Either way, Vincent had a lot to learn from someone like that, because he knew his heart was never going to be as benevolent as he’d like it to be.
He was definitely relieved they’d finally made it to the cabin, a place that Vincent more or less imagined it would look like, complete with makeshift furniture, dusty antique wall hangings, and just about several other things that made him feel like he were in a shoddy and severely under-budgeted scene from a teen slasher film. His head was leaned against the backrest on the couch he and Jennifer crashed on, which could have been worse considering neither had seen a snake or tarantula crawling out of the tattered -and rather moldy smelling- cushions. Vin turned to look at her and he couldn’t help but smile as he gazed into a face that had seen so much hate and destruction in the world in such a short amount of time, and yet still come out looking damn beautiful.
For a moment, however, Vincent’s thoughts somehow shifted to the rest of the cabin, and realized something odd. “Where the hell did everyone else go?” He asked with a confused expression, looking back at Jennifer, who was grinning and seemed rather calm for the first time in a long while. She shook her head and simply shrugged, never losing eye contact with him. Vin sat up and looked around again, wondering if maybe he’d dozed off and the others were outside, but didn’t they just get here not too long ago? He felt Jennifer’s hand on his chest, pushing him to lean back again as she curled up rested her head on his chest. He smiled, and figured he’d been sorely over-reacting from all the previous events still rolling around in his head.
Maybe this was the break that they both needed.
His body felt warm and the skin on his arms and chest began to slither and crawl, burning him with a heat he’d never felt before. Vin tried to move but he couldn’t as Jennifer’s breathing became erratic and short, her hand reaching up to his face and he could see that the black wiry tentacles had somehow wrapped themselves around her wrists and throat. Jennifer looked up at Vincent in horror, as the life was slowly being squeezed from her, and the sound of cracking bone and cartilage filled his ears. He frantically tried to pull away at the serpent-like creatures that diligently went to work tearing and ripping at her flesh, opening fresh wounds that were quickly festering with disease and magots, and slithering up and around her head as they peeled away at her.
“J-Jennifer!...FUCK!...get off of her!” He growled, as he continued pulling at the massive number of tentacles that formed from his every tattoo on his body.
Again, Vincent tried to move from his position on the couch, to push Jennifer off of him if possible so she could be freed from the creatures that were slowly killing her. His face was a mixture of complete and utter horror and yet an anger that wanted it all to end as he helplessly watched his curse destroying the woman he adored. The more he struggled, the stronger the creatures of death became, until the only thing recognizable about Jennifer was her blood curdling screams as the creatures pulled her body apart, drenching Vincent in blood, tissue, and gore.
“JENNIFER!”Vin’s eyes shot open as his body convulsed and spasmed, causing Jennifer to get knocked off his shoulder that she’d been laying peacefully on since they arrived at the cabin.
“Shit!, shit!, shit!” Vincent frantically yelled out, rotating his body so he was kneeling on the floor as he examined, running his hand over her arms and across her chest, as well as checking her face. “Jennifer! Are y-you okay? I mean….holy fuck…”
Vincent’s heart raced faster than he’d probably ever experienced before, as he suddenly dropped his sweat soaked head into Jennifer’s lap and allowed his rapid breathing to slow down for a moment.
“Shit...that was wrong, so fucking wrong.” He grumbled, holding tightly onto Jennifer’s hand as though he were drowning in an ocean. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to die.” He repeated a few times as his heart rate and breathing began to level out, before rolling onto his back and onto the dusty wooden floor, and finally looking up at Jennifer’s puzzled expression with a half-smile while still holding onto her hand.
“Nightmare.”
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