Nightmares were fewer and further between these days. Months had passed since Selra, but the constant revisiting of the memories had them still vivid as if Maman and Clem had been stolen yesterday.
Still, they sometimes happened. It was Claes, lately, the one being stolen. It made sense that terror over his goat-injury scare would affect what happened in her dreamscape. But the bloodiness of the affair had changed things too, again.
He wasn’t just guided off by Selra, wasn’t just hauled off by black tendrils and green eyes cackling from the depths of darkness. Now he bled, silently screaming as arterial spray spattered the den or alcove’s walls, silver fangs and darkness and green eyes, green eyes, green eyes and sharp curse words that grate against her ears, anger and malice painting every word and snarl as Juliette’s brother is….torn like a rabbit between her jaws-
Her heart is about to pound out of her chest when she jolts awake, jaws wide to suck in oxygen. She’s never able to move in her dreams, so Juliette bolts to her feet as soon as she gathers a few wits about her, trying not to wake Adrienne. These warm summer nights are perfect to walk off the residual panic, and the clear sky makes it feel open and free, despite how tantalizingly close the stars seem, too. She heads off without a word to Adri. She’ll be back, hopefully before her sister wakes.
Her nose tilts to the sky, watching it as her paws guide her where they will.
Juliette’s a bit of a control freak, but she loves nothing more than to let it all go and chill for a bit. Like tonight.
She’s growing bigger and stronger and smarter and faster every day, she knows. But at the same time, every time she has a new success she can’t help but feel a twinge of pain. She wishes she had a mother to show off to, to present her proud achievement to. She misses her Maman, misses her gentle elegance Juliette tries so, so hard to emulate. She’s just a little too stubborn and and little to brash right now to pull it off totally, but she’s mastered a swagger she thinks reflects Jacqueline nicely. She doesn’t know how much her gait resembles her mother’s, her birth mother’s. She misses that one, too, if only because she longs for a connection she’s unable to make because death ripped Bea from her too early, much too early. She doesn’t even have a single memory of the woman who brought her into this world, where with Maman she can at least lose herself in hazy puppy-memories. She misses Clement, because she still believes completely and totally that she was meant to protect him. He’s hers just like Adrienne is, and she feels nothing but a sickening pool of acidic hate in her gut when she thinks about how she failed him. She misses her father, because he’s another family member she can’t love and learn from, but she’s much less upset about Stephan. She has no idea how much she resembles him.
But soon. Soon she’ll be big and strong enough. She’ll find her mother. Find her brother if she has to rip this earth apart to do it. And if she finds Selra….she’ll run like never before, she’ll run like she can’t in her dreams, run away, run away, nothing but danger here she’ll face her mortal enemy and destroy her. Then she could sleep in peace. Then she could be safe. Then she could explore the world, see it all with her brother and sister by her side, her Maman and Claes and Anna safe at home to return to when she’s ready and-
She ran into a tree, yelping with startlement and and pain from tripping over a root and falling first into the tree, then onto a rock digging into her hip. Ouch. The girl gives an annoyed huff, more embarrassed than anything at the moment, though soon she’ll find a shallow scrape on her flank that will have her whimpering softly and continuing to huff and puff in self-admonishment.
Jan 17, 2019 11:24 PM
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