life was something different. He had to draw the line somewhere.
The problem was would she understand if she found out? He hesitated, arguing with himself. Maybe she just woke up. I mean, after all, I can still feel her out there. How bad can it be? The need to dream-walk to her was overwhelming. His pulse was racing, and he was still sweating. However the dream came to an end, it didn't feel quite natural. Would it really hurt to just see if she was alright? She wouldn't know, after all...
He thought about it a bit longer, until he noticed what time it was. The fact that it was only 3:24 in the morning created a sense of urgency in him, there was no way she should have woken up yet.
He was going to have to calm down, otherwise he was never going to make the jump.
It took several minutes, but in the end he finally got his fear under control. What am I doing? He thought, I'm seriously over-reacting. You wake up early from nightmares all the time. I guess that dream just got to me as much as her. After all she's still there, I can feel her.
He smiled and shook his head as he sat back on his bed, now feeling much calmer. “That was one weird dream” He said to no one in particular still chucking.
Then it died, so quickly and suddenly that he almost thought he still felt it there. The bond that always connected him to Heather, snapped.
7
There was less than an hour left before the sun would be rising. Brian had been out walking any dark back street he could for a little over an hour now. The current one was dirty and covered in what looked like old newspapers. The smell of urine seemed to permeate the entire area. It hadn't been a very productive walk so far. His hopes of drawing out Garn seemed to be fading fast as the night quickly slipped away. If it didn't work, he wasn't sure what to do next. His aunt still had not responded to his emergency call, at least as far as he knew. He would think that she should be able to find him,; after all she was supposed to be some kind of spy.
He had dialed the three digits she had given him expecting the phone to ring. Instead it had just remained silent, like it was still waiting for him to input the final four digits. Just to be safe, he left a message. That Heather was missing, and that he thought the werewolf had taken her. At least that was his hope. He had no other explanation as to what had happened to her. There were not too many possibilities that he could think of.
Either she was behind some sort of weird barrier that didn't allow him to feel her, or...it was almost impossible for him to think it, but he had to. He had to be willing to come to grips with the fact that the werewolf might have done more than just take her away. As far as he knew, only death and that weird barrier he had encountered where the Anunaki had been in the old Warren's place could break the connection he had with her.
“Come on, come on.” He mumbled to himself as he came to a 'Y' in the road. “Where can that monster be?”
He chose to turn down the road to the right. After all, it seemed like the best way to go.
Well, at least he had a hunch it was.
“Damn you, where are you?” If it wanted to kill him, why wasn’t it here yet? Was it really so far off the trail that it couldn't find him? Yet somehow it could find Heather? It just didn't make sense. Somewhere inside of him he could hear a little voice questioning whether the werewolf was really responsible.
He tried to shut that out. It didn't serve any real purpose. After all, who else would have taken her and been able to hide her away? But the little voice would not be silent. It suggested the Anunaki, or even maybe his aunt could have taken her. The damn thing just wouldn't be silent. After all, wouldn't Heather make a good bargaining chip to force him to go after Jason?
Why else hadn't she answered his emergency call?
Around and around he would go with that small voice
The problem was would she understand if she found out? He hesitated, arguing with himself. Maybe she just woke up. I mean, after all, I can still feel her out there. How bad can it be? The need to dream-walk to her was overwhelming. His pulse was racing, and he was still sweating. However the dream came to an end, it didn't feel quite natural. Would it really hurt to just see if she was alright? She wouldn't know, after all...
He thought about it a bit longer, until he noticed what time it was. The fact that it was only 3:24 in the morning created a sense of urgency in him, there was no way she should have woken up yet.
He was going to have to calm down, otherwise he was never going to make the jump.
It took several minutes, but in the end he finally got his fear under control. What am I doing? He thought, I'm seriously over-reacting. You wake up early from nightmares all the time. I guess that dream just got to me as much as her. After all she's still there, I can feel her.
He smiled and shook his head as he sat back on his bed, now feeling much calmer. “That was one weird dream” He said to no one in particular still chucking.
Then it died, so quickly and suddenly that he almost thought he still felt it there. The bond that always connected him to Heather, snapped.
7
There was less than an hour left before the sun would be rising. Brian had been out walking any dark back street he could for a little over an hour now. The current one was dirty and covered in what looked like old newspapers. The smell of urine seemed to permeate the entire area. It hadn't been a very productive walk so far. His hopes of drawing out Garn seemed to be fading fast as the night quickly slipped away. If it didn't work, he wasn't sure what to do next. His aunt still had not responded to his emergency call, at least as far as he knew. He would think that she should be able to find him,; after all she was supposed to be some kind of spy.
He had dialed the three digits she had given him expecting the phone to ring. Instead it had just remained silent, like it was still waiting for him to input the final four digits. Just to be safe, he left a message. That Heather was missing, and that he thought the werewolf had taken her. At least that was his hope. He had no other explanation as to what had happened to her. There were not too many possibilities that he could think of.
Either she was behind some sort of weird barrier that didn't allow him to feel her, or...it was almost impossible for him to think it, but he had to. He had to be willing to come to grips with the fact that the werewolf might have done more than just take her away. As far as he knew, only death and that weird barrier he had encountered where the Anunaki had been in the old Warren's place could break the connection he had with her.
“Come on, come on.” He mumbled to himself as he came to a 'Y' in the road. “Where can that monster be?”
He chose to turn down the road to the right. After all, it seemed like the best way to go.
Well, at least he had a hunch it was.
“Damn you, where are you?” If it wanted to kill him, why wasn’t it here yet? Was it really so far off the trail that it couldn't find him? Yet somehow it could find Heather? It just didn't make sense. Somewhere inside of him he could hear a little voice questioning whether the werewolf was really responsible.
He tried to shut that out. It didn't serve any real purpose. After all, who else would have taken her and been able to hide her away? But the little voice would not be silent. It suggested the Anunaki, or even maybe his aunt could have taken her. The damn thing just wouldn't be silent. After all, wouldn't Heather make a good bargaining chip to force him to go after Jason?
Why else hadn't she answered his emergency call?
Around and around he would go with that small voice
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