Nightmares!

[shadowmods]

Hello, players.

The RNG has spoken and the following characters have been chosen to have nightmares:

Maria Collins Carbonell
Dorian Carver
Peeta Mellark
Draco Malfoy
Herc Hansen
Elena Gilbert

The mods are going to ask those chosen to write up a detailed description of a single nightmare your character will have. Please posted it as a comment/reply to this post. We're going to give you a week to do this. Please get your nightmare to us by Tuesday, December 24. (If this is going to be a problem, please let us know!)

Remember, just because you weren't chosen to have a nightmare, that doesn't mean you're not going to be involved in the plot. Far from it. In fact, this plot is going to encompass the entire game. More details will follow.

I would say, "the odds were ever in your favor" but Peeta was one of the chosen few so that would just be tacky

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Nightmare for Dorian Carver

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The highway was long and empty. The cresent moon hung high in the starry sky as the old car drove through the night. The green glowing lights from the dashboard lit up the driver. He was a man in a nice suit, a wide Fedora covering most of his face, Shaggy brown hair was sticking out from under it and there was smoke rolling from around the brim of the hat.

"David, did you fall asleep again?" The voice spoke, amused.

"Michael?" Dorian's voice replied.

"Wake up, Jesus, for a dead guy you sleep too much. How's my princess doing?" Michael asked as Dorian looked up in the rearview mirror. He had no reflection but he also could not see Michael's face just the smoke rolling. He didn't smell cigarettes.

"Are you smoking? And why is the car red?" He sat up confused by it. Something was wrong. "You're dead, Michael!"

"David, I told you to quit smokin' that ganja, it's making you crazy. Well crazier." Michael laughed and turned his head looking at Dorian as they rolled down the road. Dorian realized what the smoke was. He could see straight through Michael's head. His right eye gone and half his forehead. The smoke rolled from the wound. Yet Michael did not seem to notice it but Dorian, froze in horror. "How is she David, you were suppose to take care of her." Michael spoke as Dorian started trying to open the door and by the time he got it open the whole scene changed, melding into another one.

Four chairs and each one had someone bound to it, beaten and bloody. Hikaru Sulu, Sarah Jane Smith, Jane Kirk, Kurt Hummel. There is a woman in white standing in the middle smiling a bit too widely. For those whom saw into Dorian's mind during the mindscape, it's clear who it is. It's Phoebe, his sire. She stood in a blood stained wedding gown with a white veil over her too pale face, white ringlets of hair hanging around to frame it.

"Come out, come out, my love." Her voice sounds like honey, but her eyes show a darkness her young body hides. "Come to me, I have a new game for us to play."

Stepping into view, half cloaked by the shadows was Dorian, He looked confused. Looking around for Michael's corpse or the road, but dressed in all black, a sharp contrast to Phoebe's bloodiness and white and red. Black on black, and a whiter shade of pale. "I am not your love. I hate you."

"Foolish boy, must we fight this every time, my darling husband. You belong to me. You shall always belong to me. Quit snarling and get over here." She spoke in that sweet voice but Dorian did not move, it was like he did not see the friends he cared so much for busted, bloody and bruised around her. At least until she stepped up and ran her claw like nails across Sarah Jane's arm getting a scream from the woman then the sounds outside of Phoebe licking the blood off her fingers was muted like it was all muffled under water. "I will enjoy devouring them, they all taste so good in their own ways. This pretty flower, you fancy her. But you know she's pure. I can taste it on her as much as you can read it off her. Why not give into him, destroy the innocence? You will feel better my love."

"I am not like you." Dorian hissed, fangs and all yet still, he kept to the shadows. He made no steps to save them, he knew Phoebe well enough. Glaring at her with a hatred never before shown to those in this world. "Let them go, and you will not speak of her like that."

"No." She spoke grinning wide, her teeth dripping blood now that they had not before. "She's sweeter then any I have had... Well, short of your children."

The hiss returns again as Dorian finally steps into the light. Kurt looks up form his chair and tries to speak but it, like all other sounds, is muffled. Dorian walked on past Kurt and towards the woman in white. "I killed you once, and I can do it again."

"You cheated, and here I am, powerful. You may get your hands on me but not before I kill them. What is more important, me or them?"

"Them." he hissed at her.

"You hurt me." Her hand reached back and yanked, the potence she had displayed, as she yanked Jane's head clean off. Sulu was screaming and fighting against her chair but the sounds were muted. Dorian's eyes went wide as Phoebe and he were sprayed with Jane's blood which gushed like a fountain.

"Remember when we used to dance in the garden to the sounds of their screams, my love?" She coo'd as she cuddled Jane's severed head like a teddy bear. Swaying a bit. Dorian stood frozen staring at his sire in horror. He had no words, words failed him in that moment as he watchedher with the head.

"Do not look so horrified, you wanted to do it, you thought about it that night she was in your bed. Oh, the way this beautiful girl teased you. It was an art, she would have made a better Kindred then you." Phoebe chuckled.

"Shut up! I never wanted such a thing!" He finally said, stepping forward to try and knock the head out of Phoebe's hands. He did not fight the fact Jane would have been a better vampire. That much was true. She let go of the head, which rolled away. Her hands shot up
around his neck and she started to squeeze. Despite being short and young, she was strong enough to lift him up off the ground by his neck. Her eyes glew an unnatural color of blue.

"These pathetic humans weaken you, just as my brother weakened you! Stop being a coward, kill one of them and I will spare the rest." She hissed throwing him backwards into the wall. "Kill the virgin and I shall bother you no more. Be the killer I made you!"

Hitting the wall hard enough to crack it. He coughed up some blood as her words hit, his eyes shifted to Sarah Jane, he could not. He just COULD NOT do that. "No."

Phoebe shrugged as the floor opened and the chairs all fell through, even the one with Jane's body. Spikes under, death was swift and fast for everyone. The spikes rolled, the bodies vanishing as blood started to ooze from the walls and for some reason was rolling also from Dorian's fingertips "No choice is a choice. It condemns them all to death. Their blood is on your hands, bow, carry that weight." She started throw him backwards into darkness as everything went black.