Cured |: DontxBlinkk and Kathria :|

[Kathria]

The dreams that flowed through her mind seemed to make her want to scream. In all reality, Vaserus never screamed, but she wished she did. Her dreams were so real, so frighteningly beautiful and she hated every minute of it. She wasn't the type of woman who enjoyed lovey dove stuff and her dreams seemed to revolve around it. The dreams were always the same. She was running from someone, purple hair fluttering behind her head. Dark purple eyes looking for a means of escape but never finding it. Always, always, he seemed to find her. The same man every time, haunting her every move, her every desire and every second of her dreams. She was never alone, never free from him. He. Always. Found. Her. It was so unnerving, so frightening and at the same time so beautiful. There was a pull to him in her dreams, one her subconscious seemed to enjoy and fall right into. Her waking mind struggled with the concept. A stranger in her dreams wanting her, and her wanting him to be real. However she would never admit that to her sister, Star. Vaserus was quite about the whole thing, until Star had watched her wake up in a ball of sweat. That's when Vaserus most secrete of dreams had been exposed. Star had came up with an idea to trap Vaserus's dreams, to bring them to light so Vaserus couldn't hide from them anymore. Some of them were more than embarrassing, exposing Vaserus in the most delicate of ways. Her desires had been exposed on the dream catcher and tonight was no different. No. They had been doing this for several nights. Capturing Vaserus's dreams on the dream catcher and display them for the two of them to see. She wished, deeply, that Star would just go away some times and let her watch her dreams in private, but the girl was so into them. Even if sometimes they were like a porno. Those were the ones Vaserus just wanted to hide from. Star however was more than intrigued by them. Tonight's dream was less revealing, and left Vaserus with her breath.

Vaserus had woken up like every other night. Her white gown drenched and clinging to her large breasts and curves. There was no hiding her body at night, but she would often tie down her breasts to appear more like a boy, so people might leave her alone. Still her pretty appealing face always brought someone to gawk at her. Now was not that time. Now was the time she had awoken from another dream. She found herself in her tiny room, Star with her pink hair sitting Indian style on the end of the bed staring at her. Above her bed set the neatly place dream catcher that spun and glowed white awaiting for someone to play it. Vaserus looked at the dream catcher, dreading what might be seen. Vaserus grabbed for the dream catcher before Star could get her tan hands on it. "Hey!" Star expressed shifting her weight so she hovered over the ledge of the bed. "Not Fair!" Vaserus jerked her head around pushing her long purple hair out of her face. "My dreams, my rules!" Star huffed, her pink eyes glowing as she watched her older sister closely. "No no. My dream catcher. My rules!" Vaserus found herself hissing, primal instincts kicking in, but Star extended a hand and the dream catch spun out of Vaserus's hands to her tan ones. Vaserus kicked her legs but Star just hovered further above the bed so she couldn't be hit. "Promise you'll get out of my room after this one? I don't like you watching me sleep..." Vaserus wrapped her arms over her chest. "...Or watching my dreams. Their private." "Private because you like to spread your legs in them? Yes, but not to me!" "Ugh, you are unbelievable Star! Just play the damn dream catcher so I can get rid of you!" Star snickered evilly as she played with the Dream catcher before pushing it so it fluttered before them. Star stuck out her index finger, chanting some obscene words Vaserus couldn't hear before the dream catcher glowed brighter. Suddenly the dream catcher started spinning out of control and above it lights started to flicker before a screen popped up, revealing the events of her dream. The figure in the screen was none other than herself holding onto someone, clinging onto them for dear life as if she lost them it might be the end of her. He had a hold on her, always. Vaserus hated watching, but she knew she had to. Her subconscious looked up at the figure, but she never could fully see his face in the dream catcher. It was always blurred, always, but she knew it was him. She never had to hear his voice to know who it was, only that the black silhouette was him. Her soul knew it, and she hated it. Vaserus's subconscious self began to speak to him, and Star and Vaserus listened closely. "Come to me. I need you." Vaserus couldn't help from blinking several times at her own words. She knew she had wanted him to be real, but this was too much. Star pointed her finger down her throat as she stuck out her tongue and Vaserus couldn't help but smack the dream catcher to the ground making it shatter. "Hey! I was just meaning you were being corny!" Star whined and Vaserus pointed to the black and white butterfly paint door. "OUT!" Star muttered, crossing her arms over her chest angrily before she shifted to the ground and opened Vaserus's bedroom door before slamming it behind her. Vaserus pointed to the door knob, her brow twitching as she locked it. Grunting, she fell back onto her bed and smacked her arms down. "So annoying.."

 

[DontxBlinkk]

"Seriously man, those books are going to be the death of you."

"If I had a nickle..."

"Really? Going with that again? At least come up with more lines before you talk. Or insult. Whatever you're set on doing in your life."

With a sigh, Spencer Dubois raised his eyes from his book to look at the man beside him. With an open book in his hand and a travel coffee in the other, the pair walked through the busy streets of the city, avoiding people, bikers, cars... everything that was prepared to get in their way. Or run them down. It was hard to tell what their plans were some times. All the two knew was that it was dangerous to walk the streets, even on the brightest of days. "Connor, please. If you'd like to be my parent, then pay my school bills for me. And make sure to cut the crusts off of my sandwich." It was clear the college student wasn't pleased with his friend at that moment and the man held up his hands in a defensive mode.

"'Kay dude. Sorry." The blonde shook his head and began to drop his hands. "Just put the coffee down and no one's getting hurt, alright? No reason to threaten."

Spencer rolled his eyes and snapped the book shut, tucking it into the pocket of his over jacket as he continued on towards the large park in the area. "I apologize. I didn't sleep well again last night. Surprise, surprise." His final words were lightly coated in sarcasm before turning back into what they were before; just words with little meaning wrapped up in a deep, soothing voice that had girls running from the hills to hear. And he wasn't bad looking either, with his deep auburn hair, shimmering hazel eyes, firm form, unkept college-boy stubble... and a horrible addiction to caffeine. "You bought me a coffee. I'll thank you for that."

His friend scoffed and rolled his blue eyes. "Yeah, leave it up to you to pick the most expensive place on a college budget." Spencer only smirked, hiding it with a quick sip of his coffee. "And why are we in a park exactly?"

The man took the cup from his lips and shook his head. "I'm in a park. You're going to class. You've skipped too many times this week. It's about time you head across that path to the campus." He gestured straight across from them towards a large building that had been turned into one of the many homes of college classes. Connor groaned, mocking the man's commands, but continued on even once Spencer had slowed down at a bench.

"See you later, friend." The blonde returned with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.

The auburn haired male raised his cup, watching as the other walked away from him before taking a seat and sighing. Some times going after people was more work than it was worth. He was up almost half the night, making sure things were in place to renew the spell, actually renewing the spell, all before finally crashing into his bed, only to be caught up in that same spell just as his victim was as well. He didn't know her name, one of the catches, but he had seen her once or twice in a dream, taking it as a sign of sorts. She was attractive, that was for sure, and far different than what he was expecting from other women he had met in the city. And to top it all off, he knew she lived in the city. Don't ask how, he just had the feeling. Maybe on the outside... inside... he didn't know. He wasn't a stalker after all. He was just in a park where he thought she might come that day... because it's a nice day out and typically everyone went to the park. Saturdays were good for that sort of thing. Only crazy people took classes on Saturday. Well, that would explain Connor...

Now Spencer had time to catch up on his reading while he waited for his new friend to arrive. Purple hair would be hard to miss after all.

 

[Kathria]

Vaserus had spent the whole night tossing and turning, caught in a spiral of dreams. They never seemed to end, never seemed to leave her alone. In her dreams Vaserus was never free, but for some reason it wasn't all bad. For many a times she had thought the dream state of the man was just someone she must have passed in the street and saw. Dreaming naughty things about a stranger she must have found attractive. After several weeks of dreaming of this same man, Vaserus knew something was up. There had to be some reason he had chosen her, and now she knew he was invading her dreams. Did he know she had magic? If so how did know to choose her? There were so many questions brewing in her head that she was unable to clearly think half of the time.

"Watch out!" Her dark purple hues moved up, just in time to see the pole as she collided with it. Vaserus stumbled back, groaning and rubbing her soar nose. "Well I kept saying to stop walking that way." There was a jerk on her arm pulling her towards the tall fragile looking girl that was her sister, Star. Star's pink eyes dug into Vaserus, mocking her as she rubbed her nose. "You know I haven't been paying attention." Vaserus groaned again before looking up ahead and adjusting her small purple skirt and white blouse. She pulled up her socks that made her look like she was in a uniform for school. She did go to college, just not normal human college. "Remember, don't let-" "Anyone see where you vanish too. I know Star." Vaserus pushed her sister away. Star was so much taller than her it made her mad. Mostly because in Star's human form, or take of humans, she enjoyed being taller than her sister. Up ahead was the park and Vaserus adjusted her small little monster backpack.

It took several minutes to get to the park which was packed with people. Star ran up ahead, diving into the bushes and disappearing out of view. However easy that was for Star, Vaserus always knew she had to find different means of disappearing. Which considering how many people were around would be difficult. She chewed on her bottom lip, holding onto the straps of her backpack as she moved past a bench where someone was sitting. Vaserus got a few feet away before stopping. It felt like someone or something was pulling her towards the bench. She only turned around to look at the man briefly before spinning back around. How weird a feeling that was to think she was being pulled towards this stranger. Vaserus moved to the swing set. There were kids playing on it, but right now she wasn't visible to any human like her sister had been. Simply she crouched down next to a swing, dipped her hands into the pile of leaves of a mid fall day, and hitched them on a bar. She pulled the bar up, bringing an invisible, invisible to any human eye, up. Below the trap door were stars leading down to a tunnel and Vaserus moved to stand up, straightening herself before going to enter the tunnel.

 

[DontxBlinkk]

Spencer was buried back in his book when he felt it. That strange pull he had felt a few times in the recent months, but never nearly this strong. He raised his eyes, the feeling of someone watching him beginning to haunt him to his core, glancing around the area. No one... Strange.

He dropped his eyes back to his book, flipping the page before he cleared his throat and rubbed his left eye. When he opened it again, a whole new world was opened to him. Faint ghosts of spirits, monsters hidden to average humans, the works. This was all just an underground world that Spencer had known for years before. He grew up in this world, seeing two different versions of the world all layered on top of one another. Most of these monsters were friendly to those who could see them, in fact a few bothered to wave to him. He smiled and gave a short nod before he began to scan again the area in a new light. This time around, he saw exactly what he was hoping to see.

The violet haired woman was opening a passage of sorts and slowly moving down to what was below. The man watched until she had vanished completely into the pit before tucking his book into his bag, standing up and moving to join her. With a shimmer spell layering over him to hide him from most sights, not to mention every average human in the area, he lifted the door as well and started down, bag slung over his shoulder, attaching an old style leather bracelet around his wrist as he went. Protection wards were pressed into it, worn over generations of use, but enough to protect him from whatever may be downstairs, with a bit of his own magic added to it for extra, more personal defense. It didn't mean he could be stupid, and he knew that, but it gave him shielding.

Now he just had to find that girl... with the shimmer still in place, he followed along the tunnel, tracking her by the pull she was giving off. Good, his spells were still working down there. He could take a breath and at least attempt to relax a new notches now.

 

[Kathria]

Vaserus had gone down he long stairwell, skipping until her feet had met with the murky ground of the tunnel. The small pool of water at her feet, didn't really bother her. Instead of fusing over her shoes being wet, Vaserus glided over the water. She was only an inch above the ground, but it was nice to keep a little distance from the water below. She skipped in the air, going further down the tunnel. As she went more and more lanterns lit up, small chattering could be heard from them. They each had distinct colors inside of the lanterns and Vaserus waved to them as she went. Pixies rested in the lanterns, lighting the path for her as a door at the end came into view.

The door was large and black and curved into the ceiling of the tunnel. The wood had the etchings of a tree in it, one with a sleeping face. As Vaserus ran her fingers close to the wood, she paused and jerked her head around to look down the tunnel. There was this eery feeling she was being followed that she couldn't wash off.

"State your name." Her attention was pulled back to the door. The eyes of the tree had opened and were scanning her as it awaited an answer. She shifted in her spot before huffing and pursing her lips together. "Vaserus. Vaserus Spirit." The eyes of the door closed, the lips of it made a humming sound that caused the tunnel to rumble. It took several seconds before the eyes opened back up and they blinked as they looked at her. "State your position." She raised her chin up, her eyes looking out the corner to see if she was actually being followed. "I'm Neuo from the Spirit clan. I possess will." The door hummed again before closing it's eyes once more. "Access permitted to Neuo Vaserus from the Spirit clan. You may enter." The door lost it's life before it slowly began to part and open. They was a deep humming from behind it before the doors jerked and slammed to show what was behind it. There were several people sitting about in a dark hallway. Each person had a different color hair and eyes that matched. A few of their skins were different variations of the color of their hair. They were dressed in long black robes, mostly clothes used in the human world for mourning. Their eyes turned, looking out and on at Vaserus. "Took you long enough to get here Will." Vaserus groaned before stepping into the hallway, the doors remained open to the tunnel. Her feet hit the dark blue carpet and her eyes fell on the pictures floating in front of the wall with pictures of people, monsters really. Vaserus knew them well, the head of each clan in the counsel. She dropped her head, moving around the group in the center of the hall. One, a man, jumped up and grabbed her arm, tugging it back causing her body to jerk until her eyes locked with his. "Let go of me Sin!" Vaserus grunted. The man grinned, evilly. "Will is making a choice, whether known or unknown the choice is a sin...and I taste it." His tongue came out, forked, and licked at the air in front of her face. His bright blue eyes shifted, turning into reptile eyes before she managed to squirm out of his grasp. She rubbed her arm, huffing. "Remember I'm the one that gave you the choice to be Sin, Sin!" Vaserus growled, but the group of people only laughed mockingly. "No, your ancestors gave me the right to choice. You are just a reincarnation of that ancestor." His chin lifted, his head tilting. "I was alive when your ancestor was dear, Will, and she was much more enjoyable than you!" He relaxed into the black chair he had been sitting on, a hand hovering in front of his face. Vaserus grunted, her nose wrinkling in disgust thinking of how long this man had been alive. She turned her back and headed down the hall.

Vaserus stopped in front of a purple door. The door had several different shades of purple and each shade matched her hair, or her eyes in some way. Her hands pressed into the wood, and the wood began to whisper. The voices that came from it were all female, all familiar and yet distant to her. Still she pressed her fingers into the wood until they passed through it, and she too moved through the wood into the next room.

The room was simple, large but simple. The walls had statues in front of them, depicting different women, all of the same age. There were words floating in front of each statue, the name and birth place of each person that had long passed. The room, except the center, was covered in water. Water poured in from the walls, and flames danced in between the statues. The illusion was that it seemed like the room would fill up with water, but the water never came up any further than where it stayed. In the center was a stone slab, and Vaserus moved to it. She crouched down on the stone slab and pulled her book-bag off. Vaserus set the bag on the slab, and placed her hands on her knees as she exhaled. The statues, each one of them, eyes opened, glowing purple as the statues turned to face her. She breathed in heavily before lifting up her hands. A pixie came fourth from no where and laid itself on her right hands. It hugged her thumb and glowed purple as it hummed before speaking. "Tell me which one you wish to learn about, and I will bring your past life to life once more." Vaserus turned her face towards the pixie and sighed. Which statue did she want to talk to? To know more about? There were so many, she was at a loss for words.

 

[DontxBlinkk]

Spencer could only go so far before he reached a dead end. He had followed the girl through the hall, muting his footsteps as much as he could thanks to another quick and rather simple spell, doing what he could to catch up with the woman towards the end of the hall. When she stopped, he stopped. The pixies in the lanterns seemed to turn their heads at the magical signature, but continued to speak to one another as if nothing was wrong. This hallway seemed to be pumping with magic. Spencer was lucky that way; he could avoid detection better thanks to the magic already surrounding him. His sights though, were only for Vaserus. Not that there was much else for him to look at. When she came to the door, he stopped, taking a chance to listen to the short conversation she held between herself and the door in front of her. 'Neuo Vaserus from the Spirit clan...' It was important that he remembered that name for later when he would have a chance to research such a thing. Had to be a book hidden somewhere in his mother's shop that could at least point him in the right direction.

When she passed onto the other side, he silently rolled his eyes and waited another minute or two before turning away and starting back up the stairs. There was no use in waiting outside of the room for her to return. There only seemed to be one way out of that cavern and it was right back up and into the park. He could wait for her to return there, on the same bench as before, cracking his book open again. No reason to leave if he didn't have to and he had all the time in the world for himself that day. This was his top priority right now and he had made it clear to his mother he could not help her in her shop today. Tomorrow, yes. But today was his own.

And so, he settled back on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, sitting side ways to attempt to relax as he read. All the while, keeping his third eye open, shimmer down and calling out to the violet-haired beauty in a way she would remember in her dreams. It was faint, sweet and even relaxing, like a familiar lullaby, attracting her to her core. But he left it faint so it wasn't obvious. As soon as she reached the surface, if it was working correctly, she would be drawn to him in such a way that she wouldn't be able to resist approaching him for his comfort. And possibly a coffee. That was a proper 'date', was it not?

 

[Kathria]

Vaserus was ready to start her lesson, to learn something new about herself, but as she tried to concentrate and think of which statue she wanted to speak to, there was this tugging feeling. She wanted to stay but another piece of her was telling her not today, that she was needed somewhere else. It wasn't like a super hero instinct, but Vaserus knew to stand up. She straightened her skirt and crushed the small pixie in her hand to purple sparkling dust. Vaserus watched as the dust hit the slab and she turned to scope up her back pack.

It only took her several moments to walk out the door of her lesson's room and go back down the long hall that was now vacant. The door at the end had closed and Vaserus moved towards it before stopping. She knocked on the wood and the door slide open allowing her passage into the tunnel.

Getting out of the tunnel took no effort and she quickly found herself in the invisible world to humans above ground. She stepped onto the leaves and looked around. Mermaids and fairies in the fountain, fae in the trees and dancing around invisible fire, a witch hovering in the sky, sirens dancing in the air, and monsters lurking around. Vaserus sighed, what was pulling her up here? Then the feeling came again, the nagging tug that told her to move towards the bench, where a human seemed to sit. She couldn't help but examine the man with her purple eyes before casting off her shell and appearing before him in her human state, visible to all humans. "Hi!" Vaserus chimed, uncertain why she was talking to a stranger. "I've never seen you around here before! Might I take a seat?" Vaserus glided over to the empty space on the bench before sitting down. "What brings you here?"

 

[DontxBlinkk]

The brunette raised his eyes from his book when he felt Vaserus climb from the lower level of the earth, only to lower them again before she faded back into place. But when she approached him, he lifted his full attention go her and gave her a small smile. Sweet, kind, much like the feeling. But like many of his smiles of that sort, fake. He knew just when to smile and make people melt under his power and this was one of those times. Not only that, but he could feel her own power seeping from her, which actually turned his fake appearance into one of true feelings. To see that much power... it was attractive. Not to mention how she looked. Positively delicious.

He closed his book and sat forward, moving his feet from the bench and nodding. "Of course, take a seat." He gestured towards the now open space and watched just how quickly she moved. Good, she was obedient. At least at this point. "I rarely come to the park," he told her before lifting up his book. The latest in a series of 'bodice rippers', full of dark tales of vampires and werewolves. All cheesy although not too far from the truth of the creatures. Those writers had really done their research. There was no shame in reading them, he figured. And if there was well... then he simply didn't care. "But today was just so perfect and I had the day off. Good book, coffee--" He gestured to the empty cup sitting on the ground beside him. "-- Well worth the effort come out."

Not to mention, he had finally tracked her down. The pull was still going, to not make things too suspicious but eventually he was going to let it fade away as soon as he had her enough where he felt it was safe to back down. "What about you? Since we're exchanging such information."