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November 7, 2014
Vanessa feels the absence even before consciousness has taken her, the sudden, deafening silence waking her with a gasp, hand over her heart clutching at the bed sheets. There is nothing in her surroundings to evidence the change -- the sun cuts through the curtains and her room in Mrs. Finch's home looks just the same -- but the blood is rushing through her veins and she is having difficulty drawing breath. There is something...
She closes her eyes and reaches out with her other senses, trying to feel Mina's touch in her mind but her sister sleeps. Still there -- still near and a part of her -- though not the source of this disquiet Vanessa feels crawling across her skin. It is not her demon either, though she can feel him as well, coiled and waiting as he always is, right on the edges of her mind.
Rising from her bed she walks on stockinged feet across the cold, wooden floors and out into the hallway. Pausing only to collect her robe and draw it around herself as she goes. The quiet and the stillness surrounds her from every direction as though the world itself were holding its breath. The thought comes to her mind, sharp and clear, that only one thing matters now -- she must find Sir Malcolm.
Vanessa feels the absence even before consciousness has taken her, the sudden, deafening silence waking her with a gasp, hand over her heart clutching at the bed sheets. There is nothing in her surroundings to evidence the change -- the sun cuts through the curtains and her room in Mrs. Finch's home looks just the same -- but the blood is rushing through her veins and she is having difficulty drawing breath. There is something...
She closes her eyes and reaches out with her other senses, trying to feel Mina's touch in her mind but her sister sleeps. Still there -- still near and a part of her -- though not the source of this disquiet Vanessa feels crawling across her skin. It is not her demon either, though she can feel him as well, coiled and waiting as he always is, right on the edges of her mind.
Rising from her bed she walks on stockinged feet across the cold, wooden floors and out into the hallway. Pausing only to collect her robe and draw it around herself as she goes. The quiet and the stillness surrounds her from every direction as though the world itself were holding its breath. The thought comes to her mind, sharp and clear, that only one thing matters now -- she must find Sir Malcolm.
