I wrote a creepy dream thing about my undead priest, Kinlee.
It was dark and cold when Kinlee woke, and the wet sheets clung to her like a blood-stained shroud. The first searing cramp had passed by the time her eyes opened, and a second ripped through her as she tore the covers off of her. The baby! Oh Light the baby! Panic gripped her, blood flowed slick between her thighs, and as her hands flew to her belly she screamed. It felt like she was being torn in half, and with a massive push something slithered hot and wet and slippery from her and balled itself between her thighs.
She sat up, through the haze of pain and the throbbing, empty ache in her belly, and reached for her son, she knew it was her son before setting eyes on him. Wet, matted wool stained her fingers red as she picked him up; a little lamb, with six hooved legs and a perfect little baby’s angel face, topped by thick black hair and long-lashed blue eyes. Oh he’s so beautiful he’s so perfect my baby my baby.
The lamb-baby cried, and Kinlee lifted him to her breast, baring it for him to suckle his first meal. A swath of light fell across her bed as the door opened, and the smile as she looked up to show Gren his son froze on her face. The man wasn’t Grenfield. He had Gren’s face, his hair, his body, but he wore her Daddy’s clothes and had his rifle pointed right at her.
“...Daddy?” She was afraid, but his face was stern and hard as stone. “Kinlee, we gotta put it down. A lamb like that is a curse, and it’s not going to live long anyway.” The lamb, ‘no, the baby, not a lamb not a lamb’, twisted in her arms and bleated pitifully, and she held him tight, shaking her sweat-dampened hair.
“I’m sorry, Kinlee.” Her daddy took aim and fired without another word, and the scream that ripped from her throat shook her awake, panting with breath no longer needed. It was dark still, and cold, and she’d almost convinced herself it was only a dream when the cold wetness that slicked her thighs and pooled beneath her in the bed had her tumbling out and to the floor with another scream just waiting to be released. No, no, no it was just a dream but I don’t dream anymore please oh please just a dream but as she tested her skin her fingertips came away covered in wet black and she choked out a sob. It was okay, her thighs were wet with Gren’s seed, nothing more.
The shape on the other side of the bed was as still as ever, and she took care not to wake him as she left their shared bedroom. It was going to be a long time til morning came, and for once she wanted to spend it alone.