Finally, after he'd gotten himself comfortable, he was able to close his eyes and get into a light sleep. It always took him a long time to fall down into the third level of sleep, where the dreams actually happened... But if you didn't get down to that level, then you'd never get a good night's sleep... To his surprise, he actually made it down to that level of mental hell, his nightmares always plaguing his sadistic mind... Blurring the lines between reality and fantasy... He couldn't help it though. When someone had been through as much as he had... The memories and the lies fill your brain and need to get out somehow... This is how his mind would taunt him...
Pulling his legs up towards his chest more, the nightmares began. He was in the desert... Sad blowing into his face, causing him the need to squint. He'd lick his dry lips, only to have his tongue and throat get even dryer... He looked down at himself, realizing he was human right now... He didn't have to feed his demon side, but his demon side also wasn't there to save him from dehydration... He started to panic as he ran through the sand, his feet sinking and hindering his progress... Then he saw something fly in front of the sun, blocking it partly. He put his hand up in front of his face and gazed up at it, trying to figure out what it was... As it got bigger and bigger, headed straight for him. His eyes would then widen as he realized it was after him... And just before it did to him what he did to humans... The scene changed as he dove into the dirt...
Before him now as he looked up from the very moist leaves, his skin so obviously pale below him was a lifeless corpse. He moved himself back away from it, his legs hitting another figure that caused him to turn his head and peer up at the person... Or, rather, the creature. He slowly got on his feet, looking down at the man. Mavek smiled softly as he looked down at the demon that had saved his life before. This creature plagued his nightmares often... And he always felt the need to be able to properly thank this man for what he did... But he also didn't want to see him at all... He didn't like what he was... So, his smile soon faded to a frown as he looked down at his feet. He opened his mouth to say something, but no voice would come out.
Looking back up, his eyes wide, he tried to speak more, but nothing came out. He was so confused, but no matter what he did... There was no sound being expelled from his throat. He was starting to get frustrated as he dark blue tail swished and twisted behind him in annoyance. Then, Ureck would look at him, his expression changing from nostalgic to rather sadistic. Familiar hands wrapped around Mavek's throat and he wasn't sure what to think about that as he tugged on the much stronger wrists. He suddenly felt much younger than he really was as he closed his eyes, struggling to breathe. Just as everything was about to hit a more drastic dark, he opened his eyes and took in a deep breath.
Everything was different once again as he inhaled air deeply and quickly, trying to refill his lungs. He was caressing his throat as if it were damaged, but it really wasn't in the least. He stood, but then he slipped and fell into the water before him... But as he pushed himself back out of it, he realized it wasn't water at all. His looked down at the liquid that was not covering his skin. It was much too thick to be water... He spit the blood from his mouth and looked over at the pile of bodies. He shook his head, backing away from them, thinking he would be able to get out of this puddle... But as he stood and looked around, the only thing that existed in this dream were the puddle... The pile, and himself. He felt so disgusting for the fact that his stomach was rumbling because of this pile of bodies... This pile of obviously freshly killed bodies... And then his body was moving without his permission... He moved forward and began to devour the flesh, his demon side having obviously taken over him completely. He didn't want to eat this flesh, but he couldn't stop himself... He just could as he swallowed the meat and the blood. He was trying to gain control... He was trying to, but he just kept eating... Savoring the flavor... Actually enjoying it... He wished desperately to be human again and that was all his dreams ever told him...
Sitting up straight off of the floor, he looked around the room. He bit down on his lip ring and tried to figure everything out. He moved his arm and looked down at the thick film of sweat that covered his body. He shook his head and then placed his hand on the back of his forehead, looking towards the window. It wasn't even daylight yet. He slowly and quietly stood, peering out of the curtains. He noticed that he couldn't even see if peeking over the horizon. He sighed and looked over at Shaun for a moment. He then shook his head and went into the bathroom. His muscles were so sore from the floor... He just needed to take a shower and everything would be perfect again... He turned on the hot water and stripped from his clothes. He then stepped into the shower and sighed. He felt better after about ten minutes of just standing there, so he washed himself quickly and stepped out.
By the time he was drying himself, the sun was peeking into the window. He didn't want to put these clothes back on and he'd forgotten to bring his bag back in here. He sighed and wrapped the towel around his waist in case Shaun was awake. He walked out and noticed that he indeed was. He shrugged it off and walked over to his bag, grabbing it from the floor.