From Your Dreams Part Seventeen
Overwatch AU
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The dreams were at it again.
But inside the cold cobblestone walls, you were surprised they weren’t worse.
You had entered the home of Dracula. The name could off strangely to you. He would never be Dracula to you.
He would always be Gabriel Reyes.
But his power seemed stronger here. His domain seemed larger.
He had ultimate control.
So as you tossed and turned with dreams mixing with memories, you forced yourself awake and dragged yourself from the softest bed you ever laid into the hard floor. You were left gasping for air. Your fingers curled against the wooden planks as if reaching for your own sanity.
You were being haunted.
The memories of death and betrayal sank deeply into your mind. You couldn’t shake it.
You were left more broken from the past than you’d like to realize. You hadn’t cried this much even after your parents passed away in the accident.
But you didn’t want anyone to know. It felt like it was a weakness. There could be no sign of that here because of the fact everyone seemed to be so above that.
The castle was swamped vampires. There was an air of hostility when you first stepped on the grounds but Gabriel made it clear that if anyone hurt you, they would pay with their life.
You replayed his words in your head as you hugged yourself in your robe as you walked the halls with bare feet. You felt like a thousand eyes were on you. There were voices, music, and candles covering every inch of the giant castle. It was like a constant party. You were thankful that you did not have far to go to get to Gabriel’s room. You were almost beside each other but the rooms were so large that it made such space.
You knocked on the door quietly before entering. He knew it was you. It was always you.
You padded your way through his dark room until you were in the back where his bedroom was. The fireplace was cracking as if it spoke another language to the vampire that was slumped into the seat. An ornate glass was in his hand and empty, but stained a faded red.
You knew what had been in there.
“Gabriel?” You whispered from the doorway as the shadows danced their sweet dance.
“Another nightmare?” His voice was low.
You made your way to his untouched bed and crawled into it, still clutching your robe. “It’s fine. I promise.”
“Will it ever be?” He whispered more to the fire than to you.
There was an uncomfortable air between the two of you. You think that he fully believed you would be merry and love every second of being here and with him, instead, you were traumatized and homesick with heartbreak from Miss Holly.
You spent some time convincing him that it had nothing to do with the small amount of time you had spent with Jesse McCree.
But it seemed Gabriel Reyes was a jealous man.
And as all jealous men were, he was mad.
Not with you. He spent time being mad at himself and then at the hunters, then at the deceased, which became a vicious cycle.
The two of you began to wallow in your emotions which resulted in the past few weeks of the two of you being as far apart as possible during the day time but as close together during the nights.
You told him your nightmares weren’t his fault. He felt guilty for causing you grief. Everything was piling up.
You snuggled into his blankets and stared at the high-backed chair he sat in. “We need to stop doing this.”
“Being with each other?”
“No.” You sighed as he always went there. Gabriel thought you didn’t want him. He assumed the hunters had got in your head about him being a monster. You raised your hand up and reached for the canopy above you. “We need to stop being like this. We are drowning. We need to move on.”
“I’m fine.”
You frowned. “Then drown.” You rolled over to face away from him and his fireplace to embrace the darkness on the other side. His curtains were pulled so you couldn’t longingly gaze outside to the thick woods. “I want to get better. I want to be happy.”
Silence greeted you. You assumed he had drunk whatever he did and a lot of it to put him in such a mood. Usually, he was kind of chatty. Maybe it was a bad night for both of you.
“Remember when you kissed me?” You asked the darkness. “I’d never been happier. I remember being so flushed from it. I hadn’t kissed many before you. Only one man from school. I was giddy.”
You heard movement from the chair. “And our date? I would call it a date now. It was just a small meeting at the time, just a run in with you but now it’s more.” You ran your fingers over the softness of his sheets. “I don’t want to live my life feeling the way I do now. I will overcome this. I will be better. I will be that girl again.”
“You will never be that girl again.” His voice was just above a murmur.
You sat up, staring at the chair with a fierceness. “Then I will better! I will be a woman. I will know and never look back again!” You were frustrated, to say the least. “I will not fall for foolish lies.” You said more to yourself than him.
“You’ll make me hate you if you keep this up.” You dragged yourself off the bed and started walking back off. “You’ll be just like dad, keeping secrets. You’ll be just Mr. Helsing, keeping secrets.” You glanced back to stare at him and his fireplace. “Maybe we’ll hate each other, huh?” Tears started filling up in your eyes.
“I could never…” You watched the man stand up, the glass falling to the floor and rolling across the carpet. “hate the woman I love with all that I am.” Smoke was pouring off his body erratically.
“Then act like it.” You whispered as the smoke gripped the floor and started dragging itself across the ground to you to engulf your form.