4th of June 2012 (4:53 am)
I have had the great fortune of being free from bad dreams for the past month or so, but it seems that my mind is conspiring against me. After weeks of pleasant sleep, I have not had a dream such as this before:
The man with the red eyes was there again, and I cannot recall where I was. All I knew was that I was not safe. I can barely remember this dream; all that I remember was the blood. This is not uncommon, as blood is always in the forefront of my consciousness. I was naked and walking through a white plane, there were no features to depict a ceiling or walls, so all I remember was the coldness under my feet and the blood that wasdrippingleaking from my hair. It was as though my hair was a liquid, and my eyes were drawn to the red-eyed figure ahead of me. He too was a naked as myself, and his hair was black and fell across his body.
Suddenly spiders and blood started to pour from his fanged mouth, his black hair flying across the white void towards me as he snarled at me and I tried to flee. I took a step back only to hit something behind me; I was tied down against a block of metal, like an operating table. The white light blinded me but I could see a face in front of me, all I remember was a shade of orange so there’s no second guessing his identity. He reached out for me, but with this I awoke suddenly, a good hour before my alarm.
I fear that sometimes I am getting a little to over my head. I confess that my recent experiences with Slade have shaken me at times,more so that I actually enjoyed the brief moments that I have spent with him. But enough of this stupidity. This isn’t a bloody journal kept by a sixteen year old girl!! All I know that the red-eyed man continues to appear in my dreams, and I need to find out who the hell he is and why he has infected my nightmares.
The man silently watched her leave out into the rain, and then stood himself to walk out as well. The rain didn’t bother him, and so he took his time subtlety gazing around for the quickest way to his secret apartment.
Soon, the perfect path became clear- and he started in that direction. The encounter he had just experienced was a strange one, but also expected. He was hoping that next time they would have an encounter, he would gain more information from her.
Penelope started her car and drove off into the night. Even after more than three glasses of whisky, her head was still clear. She smiled with relief as she got to her apartment and parked in the garage. Tucking her leather briefcase under her arm, she walked to the elevator and took it to her floor.
The second she walked through her door, she was met with a deep bark.
“Hello sweetie…” She said, dropping to her knees and giving Valentine a deep scratch behind the ears and neck. His deep blue eyes narrowed at her as he sniffed her. A low, deep growl radiated through him and he snarled at her. “Easy boy. I met someone tonight-” Penelope smiled and looked into his eyes. “Remember this scent, if someone comes here and smells like that.” She snapped her teeth, Valentine licked her cheek and she straightened up. With a stomach full of whisky and a pleasant mind, she slept well that night. Valentine curled up on the end of her bed protectively.
“I have all night,” He slowly sat up to his full height. “Though I should be heading back to my own place as well. It was a pleasure to meet you—my dear,” Slade paused between the words, and glanced at her- leaving an obvious open place where he would be inserting her name.
She knew what he wanted, but she wasn’t that naive.
“Doctor,” She said with a soft, secret smile. “And likewise, it was a pleasure to meet you too.” Paying the bartender, as well as leaving a nice tip, she rummaged in her bag for her car keys. The rain wasn’t as bad as it was a few hours ago, but it was still pretty strong.
Slade could practically see something start in her mind just then. After his response her aura of calm had quickly turned into one of recognition and nervousness. There was a fifty percent chance she had just figured out who he was, but he wasn’t about to just out himself over an assumption.
“A mixture of both,” He simply replied, and finished off his drink before sliding it aside.
Penelope finished her drink too, pulling out her purse to pay her tab.
“Shall we call it a night?” She asked, turning to Slade. “Unless you have nothing else to do this evening.”
“Yes, it is quite nice to escape to several different places,” He smirked lightly. “I myself was born in America, yes, but I was never in the same place for long,” Slade avoided speaking of his parents for the moment.
As the bar began to clear out, he debated on whether to dismiss himself from the conversation, or to continue going deeper in their talk. As much as he wanted to get to know this girl for …more business like purposes, he didn’t want to reveal much of himself either.
“To each his own.” She said, her smile twitching as she saw a tension in his hands on the topic of his family. As he looked at the empty bar, Penelope caught the other half of his face. A patch concealed his other eye, all he was missing was the orange and black mask.
Penelope’s face kept the same comfortable smile, but her stomach felt like it was full of spiders and scorpions. She knew that there had been something in that purring voice, like a panther holding all the cards. Slade. S-She was chatting to the man who no doubt wanted to break every bone in her body, burn the remains, only to clone her, and kill all her clones. He knew who she was.
Then why the hell was she having such a great time? In this place, with these civilian faces, she was genuinely enjoying his company. Penelope took another sip of her drink and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit. Resting her cheek on her palm, she swirled the remaining fluids in her glass, then back up at
the man Slade with a smile.
“Do you travel a lot as a part of your job? Or is it pleasure, rather than business?”