AN: This story is rated M, it can and does contain language, violence and sex. I do not own TDI, TDA, TDWT nor do I make any profit off this story. This is all just for fun. I do though own the the concept behind this story as well as any characters that are not related to the above mentioned shows. Happy reading you guys! This massive amount of updates is my way of saying sorry and my holiday gift to my readers enjoy!
Did you know that vampires dream? I didn't either and it turns out that while you are in the process of turning you don't dream, so I was completely unprepared for my first trip into the world of dreams. Let me explain before I go any further. The world of dreams is the collective conscious of the entire clan and any visitors staying at the main house. But you don't just automatically interact with everyone else in the world of dreams. I digress, anyways, if you're in the world of dreams and your dream involves someone specifically in your clan, then they will have that dream as well. And before you ask, yes you can be in more than one dream at once; you won't realize it until after you've woken up. It's weird, trust me I know. I only wish I had known all this before my first night in the world of dreams.
That night I dreamed and it was a nightmare.
The sound of my door opening caused my eyes to fly open. There was a dark silhouette of man outlined in my door frame.
"Who's there?" I whispered my voice fearful. An eerie laugh escaped the man's lips and ghosted across my skin. I shivered in fear as I pushed myself to the far end of my bed and slid down to the floor. Once my feet hit the carpet I felt marginally better that the impressive piece of furniture was now between me and my intruder.
"Forgotten me already mocha?" the man said, his voice somewhat familiar. My eyes widened in recognition only one person had ever called me mocha and that man was dead. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I mean, the turning does tend to change a man."
"Jeremiah," I croaked out, this couldn't be happening, I was paralyzed with fear.
"Yes, I was once called Jeremiah." He mused cruelly as took another step towards my bed. "But now you may call me Justin, my dear mocha." He lunged across the bed towards me while I took off in a run for the door. He snarled in furry and made a grab for my arm, his claws dug into my skin, with a scream I twisted out of his grasp and fled my room. I was out the doorway and running towards Duncan's room at the end of the hall, not caring that I was naked. My right arm clutched my left in an effort to slow the flow of blood from my wound. I was almost at Duncan's door, I risked a quick glance over my shoulder; Justin was nowhere in sight. I slowed my pace before stopping all together. What the fuck is going on? I wondered.
"Tsk, tsk, hasn't Duncan taught you anything yet?"
Where is he? I said looking all around me, then pieces of a year old conversation between Gwen and I floated through the air. A scene of Gwen and I eating popcorn while watching The Descent played out before my eyes.
"Courtney what's the number one rule towards surviving an attack from a serial killer?" Gwen asked me.
"Never stray from the group?" I replied as I popped a piece of popcorn into my mouth.
"Nope, but that's another important one. The most important rule is to always look up." She said, lifting one figure towards the ceiling.
"Look up?"
"Yeah, humans are so stupid, they never think to look up when they are scared, that's the best place to catch them-I mean us, off guard. We'd never expect an attack from above because we've got the whole top of the food chain complex going on."
The scene faded away and my body began to tremble, I now knew where Justin was and I sure as hell was not looking up. Instead, I bolted towards the door at the end of the hall, Justin laughed manically behind me.
"Just like old times, huh Kate?" He said dropping down in front of me right as I reached Duncan's door.
"My name is not Kate, its Courtney!"
That's when I made up my mind, there was no way in hell that I am going to let my abusive ex-boyfriend from high school keep me from my desired destination.
"Justin, get the fuck out of my way or I will kill you." I growled the surge of calm I had felt earlier while in Duncan's room coursed through my body, without thinking I threw my right hand up in front of me and swung it to the right. Justin's body flew through the air and hit the wall, with a triumphant smirk I darted past his non-moving form and into Duncan's room. Not realizing that by entering Duncan's room, I had changed the course of his dream and forced him to enter mine.
"What the fuck is so goddamn important that you needed to tear me from my dream?" Duncan growled as he sat up in bed. He ran a hand through his hair, before looking up.
"Courtney?" he said, while confusion etched its way across his face. The moment he said my name, it was like a damn broke, tears of relief rolled slowly down my cheeks as I crawled up into his bed and buried my face in his chest. "Princess, what's wrong?" He gave a quick sniff of the air, "Why do I smell blood and fear?" That's when I remembered that my arm was bleeding and that my assailant was laying unconscious out in the hall. I quickly launched into response, explaining everything that had transpired in the last few minutes. By the end of my detailed report I was close to hyperventilating.
"Easy now princess, you're safe now, Justin wouldn't dare enter my dream." Duncan reassured as he clutched me to his chest.
"In your dream?"
"You sure are darling, you don't think that Justin would have been attacked you within my house and no one from the clan would come to your aid, do you?" I shook my head no and he continued, "No, that fucker waited till everyone was in the world of dreams to attack. I'm going to have a little chat with Heather about her fuck buddies tomorrow once I wake up. And maybe if I'm lucky that deuce Justin will still be around."
"This is all too weird." I murmured against his chest, all of sudden painfully aware of my nakedness, blood dripped off my elbow onto his knee.
"Ain't that the truth." Duncan stated, he rubbed a hand along my back, the bandages around my chest prevented me from feeling skin on skin contact, but I still felt a small tingle go down my spine. He pulled my bleeding arm up to lips, gently he licked the blood off and to my astonishment my wound began to close and heal, he then focused his attention on my bandages. "You ready for these to come off?" he breathed into my ear, I felt heat begin to flow in waves over my body.
"When are they supposed to come off?" my voice came out shaky. Duncan placed a hand under my chin and lifted my face up to look at his; I felt a blush spread across my cheeks when we made eye contact.
"All of your bruises are gone, I'm pretty sure your ribs have healed now. How many bottles of blood did you drink?"
"Two, closer to three. Bridgette had me try all kinds of flavors until I found my favorite."
"Yep, the bandages are definitely ready to come off then." I felt his fingers edge their way across my back and down my sides looking for the end of the bandage. He found it and began to slowly peel the bandage away.
"D-Duncan," I stammered, heat was now coursing through my veins. He pulled me forward to better peel the bandages off my back. I rested my head on his shoulder, slightly embarrassed and highly aroused by the situation.
"Relax princess; I just want to make sure that you've healed fully." Duncan whispered before placing a gentle kiss against her exposed shoulder. With each layer, Duncan's caress became more definitive against my skin. On the last strand of bandage I found myself raising my head off his shoulder to look into his eyes, they were dark with need and desire, in one fluid moment he had the bandage off my skin.
"Courtney," he breathed before crashing his lips to mine, I responded to his kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance, his right hand circled behind my back while his left hand cupped my breast. I moaned enjoying his touch. We broke apart from our kiss, his lips traveled down my neck to my breast. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily, I gave an appreciative moan.
"Duncan, please." I begged, as we began to lather attention onto the other nipple. I felt a wetness growing between legs; it increased when I realized his hardened length was pressing up against my opening. He lifted me easily and laid me down on his bed, I ran my hands over his chest and his back. Eagerly drinking in the feel of his torso, my hands moved lower down his thighs as he kneeled above me. I timidly touched his cock, it was hard and hot and I had the intense desire to take it into my mouth, but Duncan had other plans. He moaned loudly when he pulled himself from my touch, I pouted, but was soon distracted by his talented tongue as he kissed me passionately.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." He said as he pressed his naked form against mine. I couldn't think straight what I had been wishing for, pinning after for two years was finally happening and I couldn't have been happier. He gently spread my legs apart and lined his manhood up against my opening.
"Please, Duncan, please I want it so bad," I emphasized my words by pushing down on the head of his penis. With a growl he thrust inside me, it hurt so bad, worse than I could ever imagine, I whimpered.
"Shh, Courtney I swear the pain will go away, it will be okay." He held himself still inside me, giving me time to adjust. Then slowly he began to move and the pain ebbed away. I found myself bringing my hips down to meet his thrust. It felt so good, the pleasure began to build, and every thrust took me to a higher plane. Then Duncan hit this spot deep inside me and a wave of pure ecstasy overtook me. I screamed his name, clawing at his back riding out the wave of pleasure. Then in an exhausted heap we collapsed on his bed.
"Good night princess," Duncan whispered, as he placed a kiss on forehead and pulled me close to him.
"Night Duncan," I said, before falling into darkness.
I sat up with a start that had to be the most realistic dream I have ever had in my life. My right hand automatically flew to my left arm; there was no wound and no sign of one ever being there. My bandages were still wrapped tightly against my chest. A small smile crossed my face; at least I could happily have Duncan in my dreams without him or anyone else knowing.
God I was so naïve back then.
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