Nightmare

"How...how could you do this to me Theon?!"

I lift my trembling hands and stare at the blood coating them, intertwining with my fingers and crawling under my nails.

My attention remains on the deep crimson covering my hands like a second skin. It's thick, sticky, and its dark color burns in my head. I rub my palms together to wipe it off, but that doesn't make it better. If anything, the fresh, warm blood smears further, as if it's already chosen my hands as a permanent place of residence.

I screw my eyes shut, dragging in sharp intakes of air. The sound is raspy, guttural, grating on the surface of my lungs with long rusty nails.

"One of us needed to die, and the blood moon chose you." He looked in pain, his tears welled up.

Another pang of pain constricted my body. Before realization hits me, my husband angled his sword to my heart. Then a searing pain hit me, his blade pierced through my skin to my soul.

"In my next...life, I'll chose to die with other people's hand than y-you." I felt the cough jugged down my throat as blood poured out of my mouth.

He withdraw his sword, my body limps and fell on the ground. He stared at me darkly, his red eyes imitating the moon coated with deep crimson blood.

"Seize the king! Kill everyone and leave nobody!"

My senses is heightened, footsteps and clang of armors filled the castle. There are thousands of them, Theon can't never survive them.

"You...you should flee," I plead. Theon only stared at me.

He angled his sword to his own body.

"What are you doing?" My is slow barely audible, broken, and so terrified.

The blade of his sword penetrated his chest. My hoarse scream filled the silence as another tearing pain crashes my soul. Pain and deep anguish swallowed me whole.

My cries and sobs echo in the air as I beg and wail. But my body doesn't move. Not even a little.

"Stop!" I screamed and my eyes flutter open.

Sweat covered my forehead and neck like I've ran in a marathon.

"Gosh, what's the matter with you?" I turned my head to my right side to see my humble brother. He rolled his eyes afterwards his eyes glued back on the book he is holding.

I inhaled slowly to calm myself. Every night I would have constant nightmares about someone killing me but when I woke up the scenes seems blurry inside my head.

I scanned myself when I remembered the guy from last night. My fingers fled to my lips...his lips against mine feel very familiar.

How did I even get here? Maybe that vampire showed a little concern even though he should have left me lying unconscious. Should I report him? Reporting and pointing a vampire to the wardens can give me five full bags of elixirs. With that payment, I wouldn't need to work for a month. Seems tempting, yet maybe if that vampire eventually escaped from the guards, he would hunt me and my family.

"Sorry," I mumbled timidly.

I got up from my non-padded bed that most of the nights feels like I'm resting against rocks. I looked over at Luke's bed, it's more spacious than mine. It can even fit three more people and most importantly it is padded and more comfortable. We share a room because the other besides this room is his study room.

"After tidying yourself, you should go to town and visit the library." He commanded as if he's feeding me when it's the other way around. Gods I hate his confidence, I just wanna smack him if I have the chance.

"Give me the list,"

His one eyebrow rose, "Make it fast because I have a test to review. And if I fail I'll blame this on you, mother won't like that am I right?"

A wave of irritation washed over me.

I smiled sweetly at my bastard brother, "Sure, I'll just grab the twenty books in a span of seconds in accordance to your schedule."

"Better," the acidic burst of his sarcastic tone didn't slipped from my ears.

I shut the door silently against my still trembling hands. Relief filled me when I heard the clattering sounds of pots and couldrons.

"Shiloh!" Mom shouted that must have been heard throughout the neighborhood.

Sometimes people would sneak in my back to ask details about the shoutings everyday. As per my mom commanded, don't speak to neighbors unless I've done something wrong.

I rushed over at the kitchen to see the splatter of mess. The pots are all used because of fumes she's blending. Two pots are for their meal of the day and one couldron for Luke's potion making.

"Luke didn't tell you to fetch something from town?" She said in non audible way but I managed to catch her sentiment before she could smack me again for not listening properly.

"He did, mom."

Finally she turned to face me with her usual bored look.

"Then why are you still standing there?"

"I thought that maybe I could eat for a minute before stepping out?"

Her frustrated face seethed in as she slammed he fist in the kitchen table. Shock rippled my senses, the table merely held the impact.

"Jeez you can go a day without eating. You're brother's book are more important than you're stomach." She turned her back against me and continued stirring as if her life depends in it.

Wetness gathered behind my tightly closed eyes as tears burned the back of my throat, a sob filling my chest. I will not cry, I told myself. I will not cry. Crying solved nothing.

I realized that father is in his usual place in the house. He mumbled words that is barely audible. He waved his hand in a familiar motion.

"Hi pops, I'm going to town. But it's my day off so...I think I'll have time to bring you to your usual spot." I patted his should while holding his right hand. His wrinkly skin touch the softness of my palm.

"Just get the hell out of here child," mom growled.

Dad mumbled again and he shot a glare at mom's back. I smiled to show him that it's okay... somehow bearable.

The walk from the neighborhood to town is a fifteen minute walk and if I run like I usually do it would take up a 5 minute journey. So I ran even though number of magi stared at me concernly. A girl running is more hideous morally unlikeable than a man corrupting their minds that's supposed to be 'intelligent' as the books say about our lineage.

Sweat covered my temples as I catch my breath. When I reached the Fairview where events are held openly, my eyes leered to countless people whispering.

The stage came into view. My face turned pale when I realized that this is not the usual morning events and meetings.

This is execution.

A man is kneeling on top of the stage, his shoulders are trembling. His sob echoed throughout the open area. He is blindfolded by a black handkerchief and his hands and feet are chained. A wooden tag is hanging around his chest that is also tied in a chain around his neck.

Treason, for bad mouthing a Dark Wizard.

I bit my lip, I also spoke ill about them last night. My heart drums from fear. If the vampire would talk about it to the guards. My life would be ended in a swift motion of a sharp blade.

A man in black cloak came into view. He lifted his hood and stared at me directly.

My heart stopped pumping and I freeze from where I stood. The man last night, he's staring at me, unlike last night his crimson red eyes are now tantalizing green.

He angled his sharp sword in a grostic motion, the blade clash against the man's neck. The man's head falled off in the ground.

The vampire's attention is still glued on me, he smirked.