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Is this dying?

No. Its not dying....I just need to post.

Leslie~

I closed my eyes, entering some puny human's dream. I didn't have a certain idea in mind; I just let my thoughts take me to where I was needed.

A girl just about my age sat on a bench just outside a school. It looked more like a graveyard. The only soul present was the girl. I was going to change that.

I strolled up behind the bench and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at me with eyes the color of the Atlantic ocean, with bits of glassy ocean spray at the top. The rain would be coming any second. Her lips were twisted into some configuration I couldn't understand. Slightly pushed out like she was pouting and gaped open like she wanted to say "Who are you? Why are you here?" but nothing came out.

"You still here?" I asked, casually. I had already analyzed the whole situation. School was obviously out and the girl was still there. She was waiting for something, waddling in a hopeless pool of heart wrenching pain when deep down she knew it was all in vain. The thing she was waiting on wasn't coming.

"Its only been a little while." She said, shrugging my hand off. Denial. Tsk Tsk.

"School let out four hours ago." I smirked, "I don't know but I call that more than a little while."

She flinched and looked straight ahead. Her chest heaved as she inhaled and exhaled, trying to gain her composure.

"My boyfriend is coming back! He'll be here soon." The girl cried, her voice cracking just like her heart.

"Face it. He's gone." I sneered, putting my hand back on her shoulder though this time digging my fingernails into her shoulder.

The rain finally came. Tears came down her face like a storm and her cheeks began to turn red. The girl shot up off of the bench and looked me in the eye for the first time. Her face was just inches from mine and her bloodshot eyes stared at me with anger.

"No! I love him!" She yelled, almost making me jump. I was impressed. I didn't expect such a brave response from such a weakling. I was going to show her who's the boss.

"Oh really? Is it really love? Huh? Vincent isn't comin' back, hun. He's out with another girl and never coming back to pick ya up. Give up and go home." I screamed, holding onto her arms and shaking her hard. The girl started to join back in the fight and punched my jaw. I pulled her hair and kicked her shins. She pushed me down to the ground and laughed. I tripped her and we both started wrestling.

We stopped when we were both black and blue. Blood dripped from varius places on her face and who knows where I was bleeding. We just laid there on the concrete, looking at each other.

It was then when I noticed what I actually said to her. Did I just say Vincent? Lilly? I quickly got up from the ground and healed myself. The girl got up as well, her eyes still filled with anger.

"You forgot one thing, Leslie." The girl said. She knows my name?

"And what would that be?" I sneered with false confidence, my voice quaivering ever so slightly.

"Go to the guy who really loves you." The girl said, her eyes softening a little.

I froze, closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was in my bed, Moses by my side. But, I couldn't help but wonder. Who's nightmare was that? The girl's? Or mine?

Something told me to go see Ray.

*This is like my longest post ever I think....*

**this is sooo not gonna die on my watch D:**

Delilah

The ball had been my worst idea i had come up with yet, something in my heart told me to go create a dream. I sighed and went to the quietest place in my house. Letting my eyelids fall I found the dream of a high school boy's, it was turning into a terrible nightmare. It was pitch black, nothing more, nothing less.

The boy was a white figure among the darkness, little eyes were shown in every crevice of the abyss. I walked closer to the boy, to him I was a white figure as well.

"Why is it so dark in here Desmond?" I asked clearly. I had extended my hair to below my waist and turned it black, my eyes had turned a luscious forest green with speckles of orange in them. My clothing was changed to an old fashioned tee and skinny jeans.

"Anne Marie? What are you doing here?" He questioned looking shocked. He brushed his hand against my cheek, with a smile. Desmond took my face into his hands and kissed me with such a passion I was overwhelmed. When he was done he was focused on Anne Marie to answer his questions.

"I thought your parents wouldn't let you be with me." He questioned.

"They don't know I'm here, Desmond." I said, looking into his fierce navy blue eyes. I hugged his waist, trying to portray his girlfriend.

The scenery around us had changed to his favorite place, it was always cool to see the imagination humans normally never used. Beautiful orchid trees in bloom grew into the surroundings, the grass was lush and a bright green color. Hills went for miles into the distance. An orange circle for the sun appeared, the sky turning into a lovely mesh of purple and pink.

"You are out secretly?" Desmond asked looking deep into my eyes. I glowered and examined my feet. I nodded my head a little, still looking at my toes.

He pulled up my chin in his firm hand and kissed my forehead.

"Tomorrow we'll leave this place and never return, just you and me." He announced, a smile curled up my face. I burrowed my face into his side giving him a huge hug.

"I love you." I said, still in a happy mood.

"I love you too Marie" He whispered nuzzling his chin into my hair. Anne Marie would be so grateful for me if she knew what i just did.

Finally the dream was over and the boy moved on to think of other things, I faded out of the dream.

I woke up with my face stuck to the desk, I chuckled and i straightened out. My mind was a jumbled mess, asking many questions that i could never answer.

Will I ever find a man like that? i thought, searching through my refrigerator for something to eat.

I found some leftovers and stuck them in the microwave, humming a song I had heard when i was little. this is actually from my favorite movie. (:

After i ate, I went to bed finally letting myself dream my own dream.

**Leslie so easily forgot about Vincent! xD
That was long lasted. To bad, Vincent was too late. >D
Confused? Read this post.

Vincent

He ran, and kept running, the omnipresent darkness surrounding him and shrowding around him. He searched in vain for what should have been there, what alway was. That little tiny shred of light, but at this point he could not find it as much as he searched. He would have been happy to dwell in this darkness for the rest of his life in any other case, but he couldn't help feel like something was being taken away from him, pulling his heart with it, and it lay in that tiny shred of light which he could not find.

Vincent's heart beat faster and faster echoing loudly around him. The noise beat heavily like a drum and resonated in the subtle obscurity around him. It grew louder and louder until Vincent wished to just put his hands over his ears and drone out the noise but he could not. He would find that simple bit of light.

The heat beat soon seemed to shift into the sound of footsteps coming closer. He looked back frantically just to notice the darkness preceeding closer. He ran faster, his breath coming out in white clouds before him. He did not know it was that cold so that his breath would instantly vaporize, he did not dwell on the matter. All he wanted was to get away from the sound of footsteps that kept proceeding closer and closer no matter how far he ran.

He felt arms wrap around his chest and the footsteps stopped. What ever it was had stopped his run and he felt the thing pressed up against him. Taking a glance down, her saw her pale white hands, holding him as if she would never let go. Turning around, he looked directly at her in mock surpise. Lilly clung to him and if she would never let him go. But before he knew it, her hair started to turn silver, morphing to another person he recognized instantly. He backed up in shock, pushing her away. Becca looked at him inquisitively.

Turning around he saw the light finally before him, that blinding white light that penetrated the darkness. As he ran forward a person was revealed in the light. Leslie. He ran towards her, emotions finding themselves loose from their cage and he grabbed her in his arms, whispering her name before he kissed her on the lips. The moment was so pure, so happy, that he did not know what truly he should feel. The emotions that wanted out he was so not sure of. But then she was gone, literally. Her once solid form was not there and light faded. He looked around for her frantically and saw her standing far off. Beside her stood Ray.

He did not understand this. Ray and Leslie disappeared in the darkness taking the light with them. Again, another pain struck through his chest. He reached out but nobody was there. Again, he seemed to have lost what seemed like his love.

Falling to his knees, he buried his head his hands, and started to tremble rapidly. He did not understand the feelings that he was going through.

But then there was a reasuring touch on his shoulder and he looked up to see Lilly there looking down on him, wearing a beautiful white dress. She mouthed words that he did not understand until she too was gone and he was left in darkness.

It seemed that Vincent was trapped in his own nightmare.

~Larinda~

"Thank you." Those two words seemed to be the only thing I was able to say as I jerked my head around in search of the one who'd asked why. The man, whose name I'd yet to learn, was still silent. His shoes slid around my feet and I wondered why I didn't just create my own. For a second, I tried, but my concentration wavered. I couldn't do it. It was like something had ceased inside me and I couldn't access any of this.

His sweater slid past my fingertips and I absently pushed them to my wrists. I looked up at him. His eyes were intriguing. It was like…he’d lost something himself. Biting my lip, I tried to contain my catlike curiosity but containing myself was not in my nature.

“Losing possessions…people…it aches, does it not?” His own head jerked towards mine, “I ran in the opposite direction. Fear made me run away; not the best choice on my part.” A smile that held no happiness, but what is considered the opposite emotion, appeared on my lips.

*Lilly*

I sat at my table, sipping on my diet cherry coke, thinking about all kinds of things. How I was before I was Tainted, though I couldn't remember much of that life. I thought about the man who had made me what I was. I thought about Vincent. Why he was how he was.

I got up and paced around my large chamber, thinking back to the day when I became Tainted.

I could still see it clearly.

I was face down on the ground, the smell of wet soil heavy in my nose. I felt pain, everywhere, in my body, in my heart, in my mind, everywhere. I sat up slowly, looking around me. I was in a large garden, with bright flowers all around me. I tried to take pleasure in that, but I couldn't. It was as if all emotion aside from anger, pain, and sadness were the only things I had left.

I was still looking around, trying to remember what had happened, when I heard a voice say softly, "You changed."

I turned and saw a man with beautiful blue eyes looking down at me. I could see nothing but those eyes.

When I finally found my voice, I asked, "What do you mean, changed?"

"You've become Tainted." he replied.

Normally, it would have shocked me to know this, but for some strange reason, it didn't bother me.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly, standing up shakily.

"I am Vincent, King of Nightmares." he said, bowing low from the waist.

I had heard of Vincent before, but I had never seen him, even at events that William held that everyone went to. He was very handsome. I had to look away from those eyes, knowing that if I didn't, I would fall into them, and I may not come back again.

I was thinking when Vincent broke the silence. "Would you like to see where you will be living now?" he asked.

"I won't be staying in my cottage?" I asked.

"No, I wouldn't think that you would want to now." He put his arm around my waist and lead me to the castle. "This is our castle. May your stay be long and may the nightmares you produce be the worst that the world has ever seen."

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I sighed and went over and opened it. What came next was truly shocking.

Vincent barged in and grabbed me. He pushed me none to gently to the wall and held me there. I was completely terrified. He looked into my eyes with such insanity, I was scared of what he might do.

He looked into my eyes for a minute, and then, slowly and very deliberately, lowered his lips to mine and kissed me.

I couldn't think, but I knew I didn't quite like how this was happening. If he didn't look like he had gone insane, this would be quite enjoyable, but since it wasn't on those circumstances, not so much.

I tried to turn away from his kiss, but he brought one of his hands up and held my face in place to continue the kiss. It wasn't a hard or hurtful kiss, so that was good.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he let go of me, and when he opened his eyes, they were glazed over. He reached up and stroked my hair. "Elaine." he whispered.

"Uh, Vincent, I don't know who Elaine is, but I'm sure as hell not her!" I shouted, trying to break him out of this trance.

It worked.

He blinked once and he once again looked completely normal.

So why did I feel like something wasn't quite right?

**Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I honestly couldn't think of anything. I'm kind of going out on a limb here, so someone tell me if it's not alright**

Ray

Reading had only given him solace for so long. It had seemed so fake, such a pathetic attempt to escape from the troubles that were plaguing him. But the moment he put the book aside, he regretted it, feeling his mind turn towards darker imaginings.

Vincent. He thought, his eyes losing much of their normally playful, joyful lustre. He can even give someone nightmares while they're awake...

Some part of him, the pure part that had always been concerned with trying to make everyone happy, was screaming at him not to listen to these dark, tempting whispering. It pleaded that he avoid going down this path. But Ray was in a terrible mood, and for once in his life, he couldn't help but hate someone. He wished that everything he had been forced to feel because of Leslie's affection for the king could be turned around onto Vincent himself.

Vincent slept, didn't he? Ray allowed himself a devilish grin. Everyone slept. And just this once, Ray was going to let out all his inner demons, all the hatred at the world that he had repressed for so long. He moved himself back to Vincent's side of Somnium, concentrating as hard as he could on a mental image of the king of nightmares. Then, at last, Vincent's guard was down. And at the moment Vincent went to sleep, Ray dove within the depths of his dreams, breaking thousands of ancient laws by doing so, and set to work putting Vincent through the worst possible torment Ray could imagine, losing every possible love that he could. Ray had heard enoughthe night before to know Vincent feared such a thing, if only subconsciously. But it was the subconscios that ruled dreaming and nightmares.

It did not take long to construct, and Ray let Vincent's own mind build most of the nightmare, caging itself. When he left, he felt nothing much. No real change, no Taint on his soul that he could sense, and no remorse. It was just something that had to be done.

**As I said, if anyone's got a problem with that, just say so. I just thought Ray might've been an interesting person to be responsible for Vincent's nightmare.**

Joshua

"It is sad to run away for fear... but when you're the one to be feared it hurts just as much," His voice was soft. A mere murmur. "I wish I knew how to make things right that way but it was not my fear any longer. Not my running away... but I know that Jared wants to make this right. That you're going to go to him makes all the difference."

"You sound very bitter," she said.

"I guess, I've always sort of been bitter," He chuckled darkly. "But that's alright. Time changes everything. We better get moving if we're going to find him."

~~

*This is getting pretty good! I hate to make this post a tad sappy....but Ray is just depressing me, I need to give him some joy, right?*

Leslie~

My hands still trembling and my ears still throbbing from the girl's voice. I slowly closed my eyes and transported myself to Ray's home. He was sitting at his desk, his face in his hands. Not in a particulary sad stance but disappointed and full of thought. He didn't even notice I was there. I strolled up to him quietly, almost as if I wasn't in control of my own legs. Like something else was pulling me towards Ray. I put a hand on his shoulder yet didn't say anything.

Ray

Ray had sat at his desk for hours after crafting the nightmare for Vincent. He'd been on a long emotional roller coaster, thoughts of regret being replaced by impregnable justifications, themselves always dashed away by the knowledge that what he'd done was wrong.

He looked up, surprised and slightly worried that he'd been caught as that hand settled on his shoulder. Then he saw just who it belonged to, and couldn't help but smile, "Leslie. To what do I owe the pleasure of your
company?"

His attitude was only somewhat false. There was still that niggling anger at himself in the back of his mind, and the memory of what she'd said the night before was still very fresh. But he was happy to see her, nonetheless.

**Sorry its short, I didn't know what else to add.**

**...Who the hell is Mary?...and wait... how did Vincent get out of his own nightmare?**

*no prob. My posts are always short.*

Leslie~

Ray's mouth was turned into a delightful smile but his eyes were still dark and cloudy. I didn't know what to say since it was definetly not me to come to Ray's house so randomly like that. But then again, how is Leslie anymore?

"Oh, nothing." I said, lying through my teeth.

Ray still sat there looking up at me, his smile getting bigger.

"Don't look at me like that! Its just that I had this weird nightmare." I said, loudly.

Ray

Already, the darkness was starting to fade from his mind. It was as if all he’d needed to do was release a whole lot of anger he’d felt at the world. Still, there was a guilty feeling gnawing away at the back of his mind, but it was easy to ignore.

Instead, he seemed to be very much back to his old self. And so, still grinning in his slightly teasing manner, he pulled Leslie into a close hug. “You had a nightmare?” He said, disbelief edging his voice, “Impossible!”

She frowned at him, “Come on, be a little more serious, would you?”

Ray’s eyes sparkled a little, “Be a little less serious.” He did ease off, though, “Why don’t you tell me what was so bizarre about this nightmare you claim to have had.”

Leslie~

"Well, why else would I be here? Remember, I'm not here because I want to be." I said, yanking myself out of his embrace. I didn't want this to turn into some kind of mushy friendship. I only wanted Ray to give me a simple piece of advice.

Ray only smiled at how I contradicted myself.

"Look, do you think its possible......or do you have dreams yourself, Ray?" I stammered, not really sure what to say. I've never truly had nightmares like the one I had. Maybe Ray has similar type dreams about creating dreams. But, what I was really baffled about was if I should tell him what the girl said last.

Go to the man who really loves you. But who is that?

*I hope Leslie is making sense lol*

~Larinda~

I looked at my feet, contimplating everything. Did Jared actually want to make everything right after what I did to him? I let a silly thing like his past, which he can't change though he may want to, in the way of us.

"Time does change things, doesn't it?" I looked around, still searching, "It changes people, places...but how much time does it take to change a one thing. We Dream Creators have lived for...a long time but none of us really know if our lives have been worth it. Generations have measured time differently. From the herds moving to the sun moving across the sky. But time has changed everything as the waves beat on the shore, timeless and erasing the signs of the past."

Giving a weak smile, I laughed softly. "Sorry, I babble."

"Do you always think like that?"

"I tend to."