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Post by ANASTASIA on Jul 29, 2012 17:43:02 GMT -5
The middle of the night found Anya fast asleep in her bed next to Dimitri. Once she returned to St. Petersburg, she bought the orphanage from the original owner. Phlegmenkoff was a horrible woman and Anya really didn’t want the kids to be forced to grow up with someone like her taking care of them. She was barely out of childhood herself, but she had faith that she would be able to give the children a better home than Pflegmenkoff ever could.
Anya was in a large field full of green grass and wildflowers, with children racing happily around her. The sky was blue and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. She flipped the picnic blanket off of her and hopped up to go chase after a particularly troublesome child that had tossed the blanket on her in the first place. Anya laughed as she sped after him down the hill.
She pulled her covers back and arose from the bed, as if in a trance. Her eyes were still closed as she began to walk away from the bed, making it rather obvious that she was sleepwalking. Anya raced down the slanted hallway as she ran after what she thought was a taunting child.
Anya caught up to the child, who was now crying because he had fallen down and scraped his shin. Smiling down at him, she rested on the ground next to him and pulled him into her lap. She ripped off part of her dress and wrapped it around the young child’s shin. Pulling a small pocket knife out, she prepared to cut the extra fabric off.
She ended up in the kitchen and she ripped off part of her pajama pant leg and wrapped it around the table leg. The pocket knife in her dream was actually a large butcher knife and as she prepared to cut the fabric, the knife facing herself. |
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Post by DIMITRI on Jul 29, 2012 18:44:55 GMT -5
Sometimes Dimitri felt that Anya had come into his life for the sole purpose of making things more difficult. He loved her, don't get anyone wrong, but that in itself had been anything but a simple task. Then they came back to St. Petersburg and she decided that she was going to buy the orphanage. Which was very noble and fine and all -she had the money for it- but nothing that Dimitri would have ever thought or planned to do. Especially when she informed that that they were going to be living there. With all the annoying kids. He wasn't totally sure why "Suck it up!" won that argument, but Anya had a way of... doing whatever she wanted regardless of if he planned on going along with it or not. So.. he was sucking it up. Silently.
Currently it was.. some late hour of the night -or early hour of the morning, depending on how you tell time- and everyone was asleep. Dimitri was generally the type of person who could sleep through -and has- just about anything from arguments to natural disasters, so he didn't notice Anya getting out of bed and wandering off, but he did open his eyes a bit after to find Anya missing and someone clattering through drawrs in the other room. He wasn't really in a big rush to get out of bed and see what she was up to, but curiosity and a recently acquired subconscious 'Anya's about to do something stupid' sense (he hasn't told her about that because he know's she'll argue) got the better of him.
He walked down the hall, following the noise. (it wasn't really a big confusing place anyway.) If he wasn't fully awake by the time he got to the kitchen, he was when he saw Anya raising up a huge knife with her... eyes closed, asleep. For god's sake. He mentally face-palmed. She had an entier orphanage to sleep-walk through with plenty of child friendly rooms and she just had to find the butcher knife. "Hey! Hey, Anya!" Dimitri ran up besides her, put one arm around her shoulder and grabbed the wrist of the hand she was holding the knife with with the other, moving it away from her. "Anya, come on, wake up!" |
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Post by ANASTASIA on Jul 29, 2012 19:56:48 GMT -5
Just as she was about to cut the fabric with her pocket knife, something grabbed her wrist harshly, which caused her to drop the knife. She looked up to see what had grabbed her and just as she did so, there was a clap of lightning as the sky went black. Her eyes landed on the thing that had grabbed her and a scream came from her mouth. Anya immediately stood up, swinging her fists and as soon as it made contact with something, she took off running.
As Dimitri grabbed her wrist, Anya released the knife and as she ‘looked’ up at him, she screamed, obviously thinking that he was the monster in her dream. As she jumped to her feet, she punched everywhere she could reach and when she thought her fist made its target, she ran out of the kitchen.
Anya raced back up the hill, running as fast as she could to get away from the bat-like monster that she assumed was probably chasing her. She paused to catch her breath before she heard a small voice crying out for help. Hastily, she looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from and found that it was coming from the opposite direction that the monster was. She raced across the field until she came to some brush surrounding a small pond. Anya spread open the greenery and saw there was a child drowning in the pond.
She ran back into the hallway and relaxed against the wall for a moment to catch her breath before she heard the non-existent voice crying for help. The voice led her back to the bedroom, where she walked over to the window. She opened the window and prepared to jump, just as a green light grabbed her wrist. |
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Post by DIMITRI on Jul 29, 2012 21:08:07 GMT -5
The knife fell to the ground quickly, which was good because Dimitri didn't want to have to wrestle her for it. Not to mention Anya had an uncanny ability to flail her arms around and hit him in the face during these sorts of things and the knife would not have made that a pleasurable experience. He was slightly curious as to what exactly was going on in that head of hers, that caused her to scream at him like he was trying to do something other than keep her from stabbing herself. He'd have to ask her about that once she returned to planet reality. "Anya! Wake. Up."
Rather than coming to it with a little jolt, she started trowing punches, hitting him in the face and effectively getting him to let go long enough for her to run. "Ow!" Dimitri cupped his hand on his nose -she could call him a baby all she wanted, she did not punch like a girl- and huffed, getting to his feet again and going after her. She obviously wasn't going to make this easy.
When he caught up with her she was opening the window. He grabbed her, waist this time, and pulled her backwards, towards their bed. "Anya, hey! Hey! Stop it, okay?! We've gone through this already!" Given, she'd been trying to jump into the ocean then, but it was the same concept. He made her sit on the bed, forcing himself to calm down and hoping she'd respond better to that. "Come on, Anya, it's okay. Its ala good. Just wake up." |
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Post by ANASTASIA on Jul 29, 2012 22:16:43 GMT -5
The green light that had wrapped around Anya’s wrist in reality had transferred into her dream by appearing to be a different version of the monster that had grabbed her earlier in the dream. The monster wrapped its claw around her wrist, then around her arm, but before it was able to pull her into the pond, she was grabbed and pulled backwards, back onto the grass.
Dimitri grabbed her and, although she attempted to fight against him because she thought he was another monster in her dreamforced her down onto the bed, which jolted her awake. She blinked and looked around her, not quite sure what was happening. Her forehead was sweating so much that her hair was sticking to it and she was shaking and shivering terribly.
“What…what are you doing? What happened?” she glanced around herself and was surprise to find the window open,”Why is the window open?” Anya reached up and brushed her damp hair out of her eyes and glanced up at Dimitri. “Dimitri! Why is your nose bleeding?,” she said, reaching up to carefully wipe some of the blood away with her sleeve.
The more awake she became, the more she remembered her dream. Her eyes widened as she remembered the very ending of her dream. “Dimitri! The-the green light. The monster!” she said, starting to stand up to go look out the window, where the pond had been in her dream. |
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Post by DIMITRI on Jul 30, 2012 3:06:22 GMT -5
Dimitri let out a sigh of relief when she opened her eyes, loosing his grip to give her some space as she came to again, though not leaving her side. "Welcome back." The questions came quick and he almost laughed. "I'm not totally sure. I was hoping you would tell me."
He looked down when she started wiping his face, brushing her hand away with a 'dont worry about it' motion. He'd caught on to the whole blood dripping down his nose thing beforehand but he'd been a bit too preoccupied to clean it up. Now it was on both their clothes. He tested his hand over his nose again and grimaced. "You were doing something with a knife and I took it away from you. Guess you weren't too happy about that."
Things started to fall into place when she mentioned her side of the story. The green light- well, it would make sense she had a bad dream involving that. The whole thing was kind of surreal for him, he could put it to the back of his mind, pretend it didn't exist, but he knew she wasn't as lucky. He didn't exactly know WHAT he would call what she was doing though. There was a fine like between dreaming and sleepwalking, and sleepwalking and sleep-trying-to-kill-people.
"Monsters?" Dimitri had to admit, he was pretty bemused by the whole idea. "Well that explains a lot. You were running around the place fighting them." For all the trouble it was, she better have won. |
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Post by ANASTASIA on Jul 30, 2012 23:25:36 GMT -5
”What, a knife? What-what was I doing with a knife?” she asked, putting one hand to her throat. She tried to remember what that part of her dream might have been and why in the world she was grabbing a knife from-“Where did I get a knife?” She took another look around to see if there was a knife lying around somewhere, as she was obviously completely oblivious to the fact that she had been sleepwalking.
Anya got up from the bed, holding onto Dimitri’s hand as she shakily walked over to the window, as if expecting to see the monster from her dream peering back at her through the open window. As the moonlight shone into the room through the window, it landed on the wrist that the monster had grabbed and as her eyes followed the light down to her wrist and she saw that there was a red ring around her wrist, where the green light had grabbed her in reality.
Before she was able to fully react to this new finding, she quickly turned her head to face Dimitri when she heard what he said. Well, that would certainly explain where she got the knife from…she was lucky that she hadn’t cut herself- “Wait, wait!” she said, grabbing Dimitri by his collar,”I didn’t hurt any of the children, did I?” She looked at him, wide-eyed, hoping and praying that she hadn’t ventured into one of the children’s rooms and attacked them. |
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Post by DIMITRI on Aug 1, 2012 1:54:34 GMT -5
What was she doing with the knife? Dimitri hadn't really had time to observe the situation, a little bit more worried about the sleeping woman with that giant knife than you know, whether she was making herself a sandwich or trying to attack someone.
"Not a clue." He watched as the looked around the room, like she expected to find the answers sitting there. "The.. kitchen?" He raised an eyebrow. That seemed a bit obvious. Oh. Ooh. He guessed he probably could have mentioned this earlier on. "Anya you were sleepwalking."
Dimitri followed her to the window, slightly more concerned about her than he was willing to let on. His expression furrowed when he saw the mark on her arm. Holding her hand he raised it up a bit. "When'd that happen?" He hadn't seen it, but.. well, it could have been anything. She'd put on a tight bracelet or something. Or.. he didn't know. He didn't understand half of what Anya did on a normal basis.
Like that randomly grabbing him by the collar thing. The amount of care Anya had for the children was sweet, but, you know, apologizing for nearly breaking his nose would have been sweet as well. "No, you never got past the kitchen. I-" He was going to say something else when he heard footsteps running down the hall and into their room.
The kid didn't knock on the door, just ran in. Dimitri only kept himself from saying something Anya probably would have thrown a fit about (what? it was their room, in the middle of the night) when he saw that the little girl had been crying. "Anya! Anya!" She grabbed onto her pant leg and buried her face. "What's wrong?"
He didn't know why but he was expecting something a little more earth shattering (and a little less recently dealt with) than the muffled "T-there was a monster." Had someone been picking on her, he'd probably have been able to be more helpful. This? He gave Anya a look.
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Post by ANASTASIA on Aug 2, 2012 20:56:48 GMT -5
”Sleepwalking?!” Anya repeated, widening her eyes in surprise. She took a look around herself and silently wondered what the odds were that she would end up back in their bed after sleepwalking around the orphanage. “What did I-nevermind! It doesn’t matter,” she said, shaking her head and brushing off her concerns. She clearly remembered the last time that she had been sleepwalking and it made her feel uneasy, especially since the dream was not all that much different than before.
“Hmm?” she asked, drawing her eyes away from the window as Dimitri raised her wrist up into the light to see the mark on it easier. She twisted her wrist a bit to get a better look at it (even though she had seen it only a few moments ago). The mark was a weird shape, certainly not like the shape of any bracelet or hair tie that Anya might have had lying around. “Oh…I don’t know. It’s probably nothing, Dimitri, don’t worry about it” she said, shaking her head and waving off his worry.
Anya was forced backwards a bit as the girl through all of her weight against Anya’s legs. “A monster? Oh, it was just a dream,” she said, squatting down next to the little girl and pulling her into her arms, stroking her hair to calm her.
Her attention jerked towards the door when she heard Pooka’s barking coming from downstairs. She placed the little girl on her hip as she rose to her feet. “Dimitri, could you calm her down and put her back to bed? I’m going to go see what’s wrong with Pooka,” she said, dropping the girl into Dimitri’s arms, giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving the room.
She wandered down the stairs and found Pooka in the foyer of the orphanage, barking at the door. "Pooka! What is it?" she knelt down and stroked the little dog's head, but right as she did so, a green mist worked its way through the cracks under the door.
Her eyes widened as she saw what was happening. She quickly picked up the dog and backed away from the door. "Um...Dimitri?!" she called up the stairs. |
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Post by DIMITRI on Aug 18, 2012 0:01:23 GMT -5
'Never mind'. 'Nothing'. Clearly, Anya didn't think what happened was worth discussing, and while Dimitri was an argue-for-the-sake-of-arguing type of guy on a good day, he was perfectly fine with the idea of cleaning up, going back to sleep, and dealing with this in the morning. Which, probably would have happened if it wasn't for the sniveling brat scared little girl that he now had to- wait he had to what?
"Why do I have to-" There was a girl in his arms and Anya was walking out the door. Women! At least the dog had kind of grown on him. "C'mon kid, let's get you back to bed before everyone else wakes up." The last thing he wanted was to walk into a room full of a bunch of clearly-not-asleep kids. Which, didn't seem unlikely the way Pooka was barking. Pooka never did that.
He led the girl down the hallway, every once in a while answering a question like 'why's your face all bloody' or assuring her that there's absolutely for complete certain cross my heart and hope to die (what the hell did they teach these kids today?) no such thing as monsters. To his surprise everyone else in her room was out like a rock, and she settled right in when he put the covers over her. Dimitri was just leaving the room when Anya called him.
There was a green light. There was a green light coming in the house. He was awake, and there was the green light. He hurried over to Anya and gave her a nudge up the stairs. "Go, go, go." He didn't actually have a plan, but getting away from the corner seemed like a good first step. Dimitri didn't follow right away, instead watching as the light seeped in, taking a few steps backwards when it wasn't doing anything. From what Anya told him, this antire thing wasn't possible.
Of course, he also just told a little girl that monsters didn't exist. And as soon as the light reached the edge of the steps, it turned into a much more aggressive looking creature. He made a quick grab for the first blunt object laying around, but the green light shoved him into a table against the opposite wall. Ignoring the broken wood and glass, he picked himself up quickly. (He was starting to get used to this). The whip of light had already turned into another creature going for an attack. He grabbed one of the bigger pieces and... let it get smashed by the thing. "I feel like we've done this before." |
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