She wanted him to open up, that much was clear. She probably wanted to help, but at the same time, she probably couldn't, because this...feeling, this sense of danger and darkness deep down inside made him feel as if something was coming. Whether what was coming was physical or mental, verbal, it didn't matter. Whatever was coming felt bad, like it was going to hurt, or at the very least, be shocking.

This darkness wasn't like...the darkness that the night brought on, or the strong shadow that resulted from the intensity of light, no... it was evil. Something sinister put this feeling into him and something sinister was coming to rip it out.

"A warning..." he looked into her eyes a little blankly, his mind was a little far off, now, "... I don't know what. Something dark is coming... for me, I think. Something to do with my past."

"Carino..."

"I... never saw the face of my mother, or my father... but the woman in the dream looked so much like my sister. I don't know what happened to my parents, Latina... We were alone, that's one of the first things I remember."

He shook his head and sat up a little more. Rain knew that whatever was said or done now, he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep right now, not with this feeling.

"But that dream..." he covered his face with both hands and in the process, he brought up her hand to his face. When he smelled her scent, he kissed the back of her hand and closed his eyes, "it feels like it was showing me something from the past... One of the men that was next to her bed... I've seen him somewhere before, but it's not my father."

"I don't know what to do to get rid of this feeling. I won't be able to sleep..."



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"It's two a.m. It's time." The man got off his bloody throne, his clothes soaked red and the stench of a thousand dead souls rose out of them. The dripping of the blood from the cracks in the ceiling hastened with each step her took. The knocking of his shoes against the red floor made the shadows of the dark room cringe and slink back; the Devil's messengers that resided in them and reported all that went on, all that was said in this realm to the man himself.

The man didn't mind. The champagne glass that was glued to his hand for the last few years had been dropped, smashed on the floor. A shadow recoiled and snarled, but was squashed by his boot; and the darkness ran like blood on the floor.

"Time for breakfast," he bit his lip, anticipating what was to come.

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