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[quote][b]Kat (Oct 23, 2001 07:39 a.m.):[/b] A different night, a different bed... but the same dream, as always. Kat watched Mode die. She whimpered in her sleep and curled in upon herself, fingers still coiled around the hilt of the dagger as she clutched it to her chest. She could smell blood, and fuel, and sweat, and all the minute details that had burned themselves into her memory as Jor fell to the floor, then Donovan, then Dominic, then... The tip of the blade dug into her flesh as she shuddered and struggled against the visions, and she awoke with a little choking gasp of breath, her eyelids fluttering before falling closed again. She reached for the fragile hold on calm that she still possessed, and was nearly asleep once more before her heart had quieted enough that she could hear above its rapid beat, and the sound that reached her ears sent fear through her. Breathing. It was not her own. It was automatic, and she did not have the ability to react in any other manner. The dagger was held ready as her instincts screamed defense, and she was up and backed against the wall before she knew what was happening. She looked piteous, huddled there and so obviously afraid, when the darkness cleared from her vision and she saw who kneeled at her bedside. Her golden jade eyes widened, and her breathing came quick and shallow as she stared, pain and disbelief and longing written sharply on her face. It couldn't be. She wouldn't believe it. This was all a dream; a mocking, twisted nightmare... it wasn't true, it had never been true. How many times had she awaken like this, to see him before her? How many times had she believed, only to watch his image dissipate, fading as she tried to touch him? [i]How many more times will I wish...[/i] Her eyes were cruel to betray her like this, her mind was cruel to fool her heart, and the phantom who watched her through Mode's slate eyes was only that, a phantom, a ghost. Still, like every other time, even though the disappointment would hurt as much as it had always hurt, she hoped. She stared in horror as her hand reached out hesitantly to touch him, certain that he would disappear like smoke. Fingertips met warm flesh, and he was real. Not a ghost. It was too much to be believed. Kat cried out, the same tortured sound she'd made when he had fallen at her feet, and jerked her hand away violently. She could not fathom that he was alive, that he was [i]here[/i], that he... that it was Mode so close to her. Her body stopped working as her mind was overwhelmed with trying to take all this in, and she stared, disbelieving. The black of his uniform blended into the rest of the night, but she could see his face through the shadows; those thundergrey eyes, the tiny scar above his brow, the near-white of his hair, and always, those eyes... She did not know what to do. Everything she'd felt before had been locked away, kept hidden, for it was inexplicably precious and she would not allow it to be marred. Love and hate and rage flickered in her once more, the shell of suicidal apathy and long-borne pain beginning to crumble around her, and something flared, weakly. Something fluttered behind the mask, and changed her expression. It strengthened the lines of her face, parted her lips until the tips of her canines were revealed, and twisted serpentine in her gaze. Life. The pain of their separation didn't leave her-- it never would-- but it grew a little more dim, letting life take her again. Mode didn't move, didn't say a word, and Kat dropped the blade and glared at him furiously. She hated him for leaving her, needed him to complete herself... and loved him enough to understand that everything in the past four years had been worth it, for this moment. [i]I knew you'd find me, my love...[/i] Her gaze flicked to the ring on his hand, rested briefly on the scar upon her wrist, and returned to meet the eyes she last remembered so full of love. But that was four long years ago. She had changed, and so had he; she could see it in the harshness of his face, sense it in the chill that lingered around him. She knew, but she had to [i]know[/i]. Her whisper was almost inaudible. "Mode...?"[/quote]
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