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undiscovered-element · 2 years ago

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Chapter four- Masks and scars

Warning: the last chapter was short and I wasn't very inspired, but THIS ONE, if you like the supernatural side of Vessel and his relationship with iii you will love this chapter. I really tried and it's the biggest one so far, please let me know if you like it🖤

After the dream you couldn't sleep anymore, not that that kind of thing had called your attention but you were worried about your problems. So after a few minutes you just put on an overcoat and went downstairs patting the back of your head feeling the hangover from last night. Your eyes ran around the living room and the couch looking for the figure of your dream, maybe it was all an imagination and he didn't even exist, but the noise of glasses in the kitchen said that you weren't crazy enough to dream about all that yet.

You walked in light steps to the other room and leaned on the counter attentive to Vessel's movements, he seemed to be trying to manipulate the coffee pot but he was doing it in the most wrong way possible, starting with the fact that he put sugar in the place of coffee, and salt in place of sugar. You were even finding the situation a little funny since it wasn't often that you saw such a clumsy stranger with a simple coffee, you was really willing to help the poor man.

-If it continues like this, our breakfast will be our lunch. -your voice was calm, careful, after all in your mind everything was very confused but you knew that after a whole night he didn't hurt you and that was good.

-I haven't used this for a long time, my friends and I hardly eat much in the morning.

-Well, and these friends are not worried? After all, you're in the house of someone for over twelve hours

-If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, wouldn't you? - You laughed with the comment, thinking about what chance you would have to do something like that since the opposite would be much more possible.

-You know, I dreamed about you, in fact it was more of a nightmare.

- Tell me I'm curious.

-You were covered in wounds on your back, they were scars but some were open and I could feel your pain as I saw you in the bathroom mirror, but you told me they were bar fights

Vessel pauses silently for a moment and one of the cups in his hand comes into contact with the floor causing several pieces of glass to scatter around the place, some end up hitting both of them in the feet making small cuts but he was still motionless and you pay attention to the man in front of you.

"I didn't say anything about myself to her, I didn't show her that, I wouldn't be such a fool to show so much of myself, I just didn't do that, it would be so wrong"

-Sorry-was the only word out of his mouth you could hear about that, however it wasn't about the cup but you wouldn't understand if he explained so Vessel just bent down and took a few pieces in his hand to scoop up the mess.

Your eyes traveled over his movements until he noticed something fall out of his pocket and a sudden movement on his part to pick it up again, it looked like a paper or a photo. You ran your eyes through the picture frames in the room until you realized that it looked familiar and it wasn't a coincidence, it was something you treasured very well. Without saying anything, you go to the room, in a specific drawer and a yellowish envelope at the bottom of it, just as you suspected the paper was not there, so it was in fact in his hands. You go back to the kitchen this time in a hurry and anger and quickly approach him putting your hands in your pants pockets.

-Where is it?

-I didn't understand.

-The photo! Where is it? -You pull the first thing you touch knowing what it was about, he just raised his hands as if he was being searched.

-This is uncomfortable, if you can get your hands out of there...

-Why? What did you want with that? How did you find it, after all, how do you know so much about here?! I didn't ask before because I was clearly drunk but you even knew my address!

-It's not the time for me to tell you anything, I'm sorry - his voice cracking, he knew that feeling.

-You first get in my car, force me to bring you here, say you know where I live, flirt with me, mention things like sacrifice and don't want to explain to me? And you still take the only photo I have of my father on the last day of his life? Are you sick by any chance?

-I think you better measure your words with me, I'm not crazy like you're making it seem.

-So who are you? Why don't you say who you are?

-I can't, I can't now.

-You must be one of Joe's sick friends, right? He must have set it all up as a joke, that's enough, take off your mask

You advance on him fighting his arms away from the object, he clearly didn't put strength, it looked like he didn't even want to touch you and that was irritating you even more. You finally put your hands on his face pulling the object that was covering him at once, but you dropped it at the same moment moving away, your conclusions were wrong, more wrong than possible, to begin with... he wasn't human.

The eyes of a fire yellow tone, but also reddish like blood, dark sockets, black as night, but it wasn't the color that made your legs give way to the ground, but the number of pairs of eyes on his face. They all looked at you in a ghastly countenance, the skin on his face was deeply scarred and his hair covered a little of the two pairs of eyes above the others. A cry of pain came out of the man's lips that made you move away even more covering your mouth not knowing what to show in front of that, now yes, now yes you were dreaming.

You threw the photo to the floor as you backed away and ran into your room slamming the door and falling back against it, stifling your sobs and fear against your hand. The thought that he was just a stranger in her house changed to "not human". You always maintained a skeptical posture with the supernatural, your mother told you about your father, said that man lived exploring the other side of this world, the spiritual world, but that in one of his discoveries something possessed him in such a way that he was in a coma. Doctors said it was a rare case of brain death, and your mother never forgot the last words he said before he never woke up, it was something like "Sleep arrives for some like rest and for others like punishment". However, no one took him seriously in his delusions, but otherwise you never believed in the spirit world in which such creatures could exist.

Your thoughts spun restlessly as tears coated the fabric on your body, you prayed that the sight had been a nightmare, you began to struggle with the idea of unlocking the door and facing Vessel, something in you told you not to be afraid. But you on the other hand seem to have hurt him after hearing the deep scream that came out of his lips. Footsteps approached the stairs, you grabbed your legs praying louder thinking that it was just a haunting, the steps slowly approached your room but you were already grateful that it was daylight, the light in your room made everything a little less gloomy, already the sun that reflected in Vessel's six eyes made you shiver. A familiar voice calls out your name, it was Joe, or at least it should be.

-Are you still sleeping? The kitchen is a mess and the door was open. Did you forget to lock it overnight?

-I must have fallen asleep with it open, Joe I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower if you can wait for me in the room I appreciate it -You tried your best to disguise the fear in your words, what if it wasn't really Joe?

Seconds later whoever it was had already come down and you cautiously unlocked the bedroom door. The hallway of your house was dimly lit even during the day, the lightbulb had burned out and you hadn't provided a new one, so the path to the bathroom still carried a sense of fear, as if at any moment something would emerge from the shadows. When you can turn on the light in the bathroom you find a new piece of paper under the sink, there was a dried rose and vines wrapped around the note, to read the words you had to push away the thorns, your attempt obviously resulted in your blood staining the note , however you managed to remove the plant.

"You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game"

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The sun had burned his pupils, he was a creature of the night, Sleep made him a creature of the night so why the hell was he walking around in daylight?

-Where were you? -that extremely familiar and sweet voice enters Vessel's ears and calms him down for a second.

-iii...

-Hmm? We've been looking for you all night, iv and ii are desperate and Sleep is furious, we feel unbearable pain for hours without you, what are you doing Ves?

-I'm sorry, I didn't want you to be punished because of me.

-FUCKING ANSWER ME! -iii grabs Vessel's clothes pulling him closer grabbing his shoulders, desperately seeking comfort, an answer, something, his skin was burning with agony and in these moments Vessel knew he was the only one who could calm him down.

-I love you, I wasn't going to abandon you, I'm sorry for that...-his words were interrupted by a desperate kiss, iii was still looking for contact with Vessel to calm his soul and this was their relationship, they knew a lot good of that. The need for carnal desire Ves met with the devotion and submission that iii offered, and a guilty feeling rose in his stomach as iii's hands brought him closer.

The bond that was created between the two from the moment they became vessels of Sleep, went beyond desire, Vessel always reached out to iii when he felt he was too tired or unsure. Realizing his partner so needy and worried hurt, but it would hurt more when he told about his days being numbered as a vessel and that very soon he would be replaced, but how to make iii and the others understand that this is the reason he ran away to seek human pleasures like the love of a woman. It would seem a silly excuse, but it was true, but once again he decides to fall into iii's arms, he wouldn't know how long he could enjoy this feeling of care, and after the disastrous event, all he needed most was that, comfort.

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undiscovered-element · 2 years ago

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Chapter three- Masks and scars

"The hours you were in your deep sleep, Vessel in turn didn't close his eyes for a second tonight. He took the exact same path from the bathroom to the couch, just spent long minutes staring at his reflection in the mirror counting every scar on his body, some were a sweet gift of sleep to him, their marks as a receptacle, a sweet and painful reminder that that body once weak and mortal, now a sacred place of Sleep no longer of Vessel or rather of the man that he once was.

-Do you usually look at yours too?-His voice right behind him made him cringe suddenly, until then he was completely alone and lost in his own thoughts.

-You should be in bed

-Well, I say the same to you. But by the way, how did you get hurt so bad? They are practically open.

-"Bar fights"-a quickly thought-out answer, he knew your curiosity and he knew your questions wouldn't end there.

-Vessel please unless they threw knives in your back these wouldn't be bar fights marks. Can I help you with that?

Guilt and fear tortured the mind of the man who had his back to you in such a vulnerable situation for a being like him. Vessel didn't risk closing his eyes to not have a painful encounter with Sleep, yes he was running away from his God and the other vessels.

He was putting his will above Sleep's right now, and his will was…you? He knew he would be punished for this, new cracks in his body, more crushed bones, more muffled screams in the dead of night, more headaches, but in a way wasn't that a good thing? Inspiration from him would surface for more Sleep worship lyrics, it would be worth something later, Sleep always makes it count.

-Vessel? - his hand reaches his back letting a pained moan escape that worries her.

-Go to sleep

His voice cracked, even the fact that he said so much, Sleep was starting to take a toll. It wasn't allowed, his voice didn't belong to him, his body and mind would be nothing without his God, and his blessed voice could only be used for worship. With the other vessels talking through thoughts was possible, however with you... an attempt at communication like theirs was capable of harming you.

His touch above the scars was light, there was some care in that. At first iii always tried to help Vessel with bandages, or whatever was needed after the rituals, when he was exhausted, needing a long rest. But now it wasn't iii's hands that touched the sensitive area, it was his and he could ask for that sensation to stay for hours on his skin, it was like an angelic touch under the skin of a sinner, he needed that, after all it was his plan from the start to have you for him, however wrong and treacherous that might have been for his purpose in life.

Finally he turns to face you, you had already gotten used to the object on his face, and you could swear that behind that mask there was some expression in that man's eyes. That same scene was repeated, the breathing of both aligned, the sudden attraction that he made you feel in those moments was extremely unconscious but in a way it held her like a prey.

You wanted to be the prey."

Your eyes widen in astonishment as your body spasms in bed, you couldn't believe you dreamed of something like this, a twinge of headache actually made you more lucid. What the fuck was that? Were you giving into the unknown so passively? The feeling of concern for him so real, so cruel and at the same time so sweet. But it was just a dream, and you on the one hand were grateful for it, at least at that moment.

"I have a space in your mind that I never imagined I could get so easily. This just proves how right I am to say that you are mine, you are my new obsession, my new adoration, the air I want to breathe, and there are still doubts that I will make you mine? The answer is obvious lamb, I will spare no effort, I will give my blood, flesh and bones if necessary"

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