Thread: Faustian Contract RE: Faustian Contract{  MysticSparxman x Flamette}

....She was have that nightmare again, and it wasn't the nightmare many would guess. If they had too. It didn't involve obscure, altered images. Or memories of her dead mangled parents, or her own torment within her kidnappers, from years past. It had to do with HIM , her demon butler. Playing out her final days, when he would claim her soul, and she would banned to see gates of heaven. Oddly even in her nightmarish dream, hell denied her. Dreams are always funny and unexplained-able. Even doctors who major in such things, were merely guessing.. This neither a dream, or nightmare always followed...It was blurry and not clear. A small ghostly trail followed, as her hands and surroundings move with her. She could see Alastair beckoning with a bend talon finger..Walking slowly to him, as he offers her hand. Helping her to over step what looked to be a rocky store. Once free from the rocky shore, now on a smooth sandy beach. Mina could see a foggy ocean, that looked to like lava or blood. She soon starts disrobing and offering herself to him, in the non-sexual sense. As he sized her up, as if he was expecting a piece of a raw stack in the produce alie. Leaning in to whisper into her ear. Shh, just reflex.. Then in mere seconds, she could see his changing, Glowing an alerting red, as his canines grew longer. Then before she can take another both, he lunges at her. In that distorting blur, followed by that numb sensation, and ringing... Mina's eyes flattered open. Still adjusting her numb body, trying to get feeling back. Taking notice to her sweat cover back, her shirt was stoked. She hadn't have this, in a while. It was even more questionable, as right up the last she was his mistress, and he would come at her like that. This dream wasn't factual, well none never are..But some elements could have been true, in a dream..Just not this time. Very little fucked with her, but nightmares and dreams still hit a nerve with her. Tossing the covers over, and stepping to her wooden floor. Mina pushed herself up, walking along her collaborate rugs to her attached fancy pants bathroom. Giving a huge sigh, as she reached for the light switch. Placing her hands firmly to the sink's rum and lowed her down quickly. Looking as if she couldn't support its weight on her shoulder. With her still lowered, reaching for the a twisty nobs. Mina lowed and twisted her head, under the spout, taking huge drink. Firmly twisting it off, turning her gaze to the mirror. Pulling her long auburn locks behind her ears, taking a deep breath. Flicking the light from on to off, she returned back bed. Pulling the covers over her head, rolling into her belly. Tugging her hands under one of her highly expansive pillows, pulling one leg close, leave her other limp and straight. Try to steal a few more hours of sleep.. She had so much to worry about.. Keeping her ice queen facade, to all. Even to her own demonic ' friend ' She couldn't forget playing lap dog, to the cit's main police. While worrying about her own special importsexports, and the blackmark's wheelings and dealings. While trying to keep clean, play a double spy. To the police, and her own business associates in the undergroundblack market...SHE HAD NO TIME!!! For nightmares, that robbed her of only luxury she could have now..dreams, her fantasies of what could have been..Her only goals in life now where to live long enough to find her family's killers. But she was still human, and it appeared emotions still ruled her. One more then others...fear of her death, after the contact was meet did make her want to dattle at times..Taking the certain classes the police throw at her, to by time. But never would tell Alastair.. And not just cuz, she had feeling he already knew...Not like he could say anything she owned his ' soul ' until other wise.. All she had now a days was her dreams...But that bastard, even took those. Not enough he had semi own her soul, as it was.. Fine, Mina knew he didn't really take her dreams. Yet what was to come, delivered on to her, by his own hand...Where forever wondering and fleeting thoughts. In her waking and sleeping hours, so it was bond and determent to invade her sleep everyone so often in creative dreams..or nightmares.