Vilandra: Terror in the Night (CC Adult) Part 6 10/17/06

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Title: “Vilandra: Terror in the Night”

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Rating: CC Adult (sexual content)

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended. This includes the songs from which the parodies were made from; no infringement intended just an attempt at humor.

Author’s note: This story is intended for adults, as there is some explicit sexual terminology and disturbing scenes of sexual violence.

Summary: Vilandra is awaken and comes into consciousness through a series of violent dreams that draws Ki'var to her.

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“Vilandra: Terror in the Night”

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The cool mountain night was chilly to Isabel; she was not use to such temperatures, having lived most of her life in the desert. Now they had no choice, she, Max, Michael and the rest were on the run for their lives. Everywhere they had gone the FBI tracked them down, they were ruthless, relentless in their tactics. She had grown so tired of the constant upheaval; her icy barrier had cracked, letting in memories, surrounding feelings, dreams that may not be her own.

Isabel tossed in her sleep, by accident she found herself wandering through the dreams of Max and Liz; their marriage so far was a true bliss, reflected not only on their everyday life but also in their dreams. When she entered, Isabel screamed as she closed her eyes quickly, the last thing she wanted imprinted on her brain was her brother and wife having sex, true it was not real, but still. She concentrated with all her effort to leave, suddenly she felt the environment change as it grew hot, sweltering about her breasts. Her breath labored as if the air was thin, with barely enough oxygen to support her. She cracked open one eyelid to see she was no longer in Max’s dream, but whose was this, hers?

“Vilandra.” she heard the low voice resonate, as she turned to face him, Ki'var the man whom she alleged to have the affair with. “Vilandra,” he again, spoke directly to Isabel. “You have returned, my love I knew it was only time before you awakened fully to your being, your destiny with me.”

“No I cannot be there on Antar.” Isabel’s eyes were wild as she tried to comprehend what had happened. “This is a dream.”

“Vilandra this is no dream, we have cross the fabric of time and space itself, to be here, in each other arms once again.” Ki'var crossed the expanse of the room, as he reached out for her. He was tall, so human like except for the eyes, those black, cold eyes.

“No,” Isabel screamed as she fell backwards, a swirling cloud, the color of India ink rose up, swallowing her.

[Island Breeze]

Awesome beginning! I love the concept of her winding up in Kivar's dream then it being real. Or is it? Something to think and wonder about... for now. Anyway, great start!

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Thanks Island Breeze for the feedback you are so very very nice to leave comments … s_e_r

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Isabel jolted awake to feel the cold air blowing across her bed. The window somehow had opened, she shook her head trying to shake the nightmare from it, ‘I could had sworn I closed it,’ she thought as she stood up. Wrapping a comforter about her, she waddled over to the window and tugged at the bottom sash until finally the window dropped with a thud. She looked out the window, half-expecting to see the Palace gardens beckoning to her, but instead all she saw was the harvest moon illuminating the barren fields below. She jumped slightly as the wind rattled the shutter, against the house, the gray wooden planks vibrating with each slight strike of the frame.

This old farmhouse had a lot of problems, but the rent was cheap as the gang had promised to do some minor fix ups to the property so the local bank could sell it, in a few months time. The bank was in no hurry, the depressed property value in this area was keeping out potential buyers and most of the young people had left town for the bigger cities, to find their fortunes. When Max, Michael and the rest had turned up in Grangeville, looking for work and a place to live, the bank was more than happy to oblige them.

Returning to her bed, she crawled under the heavy blankets and comforters, the farmhouse had no central heating system and the October bitterly cold winds had just begun. She closed her eyes again, just a few hours sleep that was all she needed, just a few hours. Sleep lately had been a commodity to Isabel, once so natural and common was now frail and eluded her. She closed her eyes as she prayed that tonight she would not see those eyes, those eyes that burned of fire yet remained cold as ice.

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“Hey Izzy you look like shit,” Michael mouthed off as he passed her in the hallway. “What happened? You chip a nail again?”

“Thanks Michael I will remember that,” Isabel snapped, ‘damn men, they all think I am some sort of feeble-minded woman’. With a flick of her wrist, she sent Michael sailing over the banister, watching as he stopped himself, barely a few inches from his face plunging into the wooden floor below.

“Christ Isabel, what is your damn problem?” Michael yelled as soon as he righted himself, “Can’t take a joke anymore?”

“Michael what happened?” asked Max as he stood off to the side watching the antics of the two.

“Nothing, little Miss Ice Princess has lost her sense of humor lately. Almost broke my freaking neck, hurling me off the banister.” Michael spat out as he slammed the door on his way out.

“Isabel, are you okay?” Max looked up at her, her looked disheveled, bags were evident under the raccoon eyes, her face looked drawn, pallor.

“Yeah Max just tired.” Isabel wiped her forehead with her hand, looking down at the floor that almost caused Michael’s death. Isabel stood straight up as she swallowed hard. ‘How could I do that.’ she though, ‘I almost killed him without thinking.’

“Well you do look like you need some sleep, anything wrong?”

“No. No Max, nothing is wrong. Just cannot sleep in a new house.”

“Oh Okay then, take it easy on the hybrids and the humans okay?”

Isabel could not tell her brother of the dreams, no the nightmares, she had been having. She dreamt of Zan and Rath’s deaths, how she watched them die, horribly tortured, their death was a blessing. She also remembered how Ki'var stood next to her. The memories were foggy, but she knew somehow that she was responsible; she had a hand in what had happened.

Of course she remembered what Michael had said about she had been tricked, duped into letting Ki'var into the city. However, was there more? She felt something deep inside, something odd, something was not right.

What she feared most right now was that she had killed them in the past, and now here in the present that she would repast that mistake, repeat the past, repeat the killing.

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Isabel kept busy that day, even going out for a early evening jog aong the deserted dusty washboard county road that ran past the farm. She was trying to exhaust herself, to get so tired she would fall asleep and stay sound asleep with no dreams. She took a quick shower, hopped into some warm pajamas, and snuggled down. She sighed as she fell asleep almost immediately.

“Don't scream.” Isabel stirred in her sleep, the voice, that voice, it was so familiar; a deep, rich, resonating quality that was almost hypnotizing at times. The words came again, casually, as if they were meeting at a function in the Palace, “Don't scream Vilandra.”

Isabel's eyes flew open to see suddenly a hand came over her mouth. She struggled to sit up on her bed; unfortunately, he had straddled her, pinning her under the comforter. “Don’t struggle my love, I am here. I am here to rescue you.” He did not hold her down tightly; instead, the pressure of his hand covering her mouth was light, almost gentle as if he was waking a lover, as if she had expected him all along.

His face was obscured by the shadows, Isabel fought to scream, she felt a pang of fear, this was not a human, she struggled to release the hand, only to find herself unwilling to remove or to scream.

"My Vilandra, are you awake, do you not understand me?” The voice rasped against her ear, her mind was wavering; a thick fog seemed to cover her mind.

“You understand what I'm saying; do you not my love, my Vilandra?” The man pulled back, she could feel his hot breath against her cheek, “I'm asking you not to scream, if you insist on screaming, I will make you scream in pain for disobeying me.” The man brushed his lips against her cheek, “You do remember how I can make you scream, don’t you Vilandra?”

Isabel was shaking, she closed her eyes tight, tears had formed, if she wished real hard she believed he would go away. ‘Surely, this was not real,’ Isabel thought, as she forced her eyes open again only to be confronted with those cold black eyes, and a stinging sensation as he slapped her viciously across the face.

“Remember what I am capable of Vilandra, do not disobey me. Understand?”

Isabel was in terror for her life, she did not know what to do. Slowly she nodded her head yes for now she had no other options.

"Good. I see you remember,” Ki'var laughed deep laugh that sent shivers up her spine, “Good now for your lessons my dear. It is time for you to return to me.”

[Island Breeze]

Oh crap! Ki'var is there! I guess it could be a dream, but I think it's probably real. And poor Isabel! Afraid to go to sleep because of these "dreams." How is she going to get out of this? Hurry back with more!

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Thanks for the continued support and the feedback... s_e_r


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Thunder cracked, exploding deafening all in hearing range, the night sky illuminated with electricity as a violent storm raged in the heavens above the old farmhouse.

The sudden and sharp sound of the thunder woke Isabel as she shot up in bed, her room flashed on and off with light as each bold of lightening was unleashed. She looked around frantically, where was he; he had to be here in the farmhouse with them. Isabel jumped out of bed and grabbed a long robe to ward off the chilly room. With hand raised ready to strike, she explored her room, under the bedroom the closet, even peering outside the window at the old hickory tree closet to her room. She could find nothing, nothing but dust bunnies and shadows.

Still she was not satisfied, that could not be a dream, she could feel his hot breath, smell his distinct aroma, that was Ki'var and he was there, in her room. Isabel opened her door and cautiously went into the hallway. She silently stole down the stairs, looking through the flashes of light to see if anyone lurked in the shadows. Methodically room by room, she checked all the doors and windows, she explored every nook and cranny, even making her way down into the basement, where she shuddered at the bug infested domain.

She found nothing, but more importantly, she felt nothing, no presence, no eerie back of the neck skin crawling thoughts, no flashes of Ki’var came to her. She took a deep breath as she climbed back up the basement stairs. For a long while she stood in the front room staring outside the huge picture window, watching the dance of fire in the sky, the rhythm of nature filled her veins with erotic thoughts that passed so quickly through her mind, she barely had time to process.

Something was wrong, very wrong. What had she done in the past, why was her memory eluding her. Max had learned to remember a few vital issues and Michael was regaining his memory by leaps and bounds. The key factor she had noticed was that when they were under stress, and with Michael that meant emotional explosions, Max and Michael would have small fragments of past life memory return. Was it because she still damned up her emotions, keeping them in check, not letting her self know the truth out of fear; that in actually she was frightening herself.

The hour was late, as the old house creaked and moaned incessantly as the wind and lightening storm plummeted the fragile exterior shell. Isabel slowly forced herself back up the stairs, as she went down the hallway; she paused at the bedroom doors. Laying her hand on worn door surfaces, she concentrated until she could sense the people inside and what they were doing, once she verified everyone was okay and there was no Ki’var secretly hidden inside, Isabel headed for the bathroom.

Flipping on the old antiquated light switch, which sparked in the darkness, Isabel yawned as she headed for the sink and turned on the facet. She splashed cold water on her face, standing erect; she picked up a towel and patted her face dry. Just as she took the towel away from her face, she saw her reflection in the mirror, there in front of her, was a sight she could not fathomed. A sight that shock her senses so much she fell to the floor in a heap, her head hitting the tile with a thud. She laid there on her side; the one side of her face turned upwards, where in the red swollen flesh a print of a hand was clearly visible.

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Michael awoke with a start, something was not right, he could not place his finger on it but the house was different. He slowly slipped Maria’s arms from around and slid out of bed. Throwing on some jeans he quietly opened the door and walked down the stairs; the old staircase reacted to his weight as the boards under him gave a small creak. He stopped in mid-step and shot a small burst of energy under him fixing the joist so he could continue in silence.

He checked the rooms one by one, even taking a gander in the refrigerator, just to verify everything was okay, of course grabbing a left over sandwich out was not a bad tactic, to keep up one’s strength as he continued the search. After looking around some more, he found nothing out of place, but still there at the back of his neck, that feeling, he felt it crawl steadily upward from his gut until it reached his mind, a presence he had not sense in years. That essence which was deep inside him, Rath, awoke alerted to that presence. Before Michael could react, Rath took control and began to systemically look for an enemy he knew had to be there, Ki'var.

He began to climb the stairs, the presence he felt was strongest there, but just as he reached the fourth step, the presence vanish, Rath turned to the windows where the lightening storm was raging. Quickly he reversed his steps, opening the door outside, he waited for a second, yes, the presence was still here, just not no longer in the house, but outside. Rath quietly closed the door and started across the abandoned field towards a small rise a miles distance. He could feel the electricity in the air surround him, the noise was deafening from the cracks of thunder. Just beyond that rise, the lightening was striking the ground repeatedly in the same general location.

Rath had seen that before, in the battlefields over Antar, that was not lightening, not a natural occurrence. He broke into a run, his speed was increased as the alien side of him kick in full fore. For the first time Michael trapped inside his very own body felt the true power of an Antarian, a warrior out to kill a mortal enemy. By the time he had reached the sight of seared blacken soil, Rath was too late; the bolts had vanished and all that remained was the natural lightening storm overhead.

Rath was seething with anger, he had missed him, then it struck him, what was Ki'var doing in the house. He had felt him strong upstairs, where Vilandra was asleep. He started back to the house at a full run. He once again check down stairs quickly and then he climbed the stairs, everything was quiet, Rath wondered if his senses were somehow not reliable because of his human side.

As he entered the upstairs corridor, he heard the water running in the bathroom and laying his hand on the door, felt the being inside was Isabel, safe. He shook his head and headed for his bedroom, when he heard a soft thud in the bathroom. Rath quickly opened the door with his powers where he saw Isabel on the floor, out cold.

Rath closed the door behind him and carefully scooped her head into his lap and he checked for a pulse. Gently he stoked the side of her face, trying to revive her without scaring her. Isabel’s eyes began to flutter, and then slowly she opened them. For a second fear flashed across her face. Then she recognized him, the man she had forgotten so long ago, once again he was holding her in his strong arms. The one man that never failed her.

“Rath,” she whispered “Oh god Rath, he was here, Ki’var was here.”

[Island Breeze]

I knew it! Somehow, Kivar is there! Poor Isabel!

I love your great descriptions. The whole part where she's looking around, the old hickory tree, the storm... all adds to the wonderful visual effect...

Still she was not satisfied, that could not be a dream, she could feel his hot breath, smell his distinct aroma, that was Ki'var and he was there, in her room. Isabel opened her door and cautiously went into the hallway. She silently stole down the stairs, looking through the flashes of light to see if anyone lurked in the shadows. Methodically room by room, she checked all the doors and windows, she explored every nook and cranny, even making her way down into the basement, where she shuddered at the bug infested domain.

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“Shhh it is okay quiet” Michael though present in physical form, but it was Rath in mental capacity that spoke as stroked her hair holding her tight against his body. “Shhh Vilandra it is okay.” Having failed to put a shirt on he could feel the soft warmth of her check as it trembled against his skin of his firm taut chest developed from months of physical labor while on the run. As she lie there, sobbing gently, feelings, deep seated in his very soul, held so deep down, those that Rath, the warrior had fought to control, those that he was unable to deny or refuse; those feelings were stirring, beginning to come forth.

Minutes passed, an eternity to their former selves, as they spent the time in quiescent repose; before Rath gently gathered Vilandra into his arms and rose from the floor. Exiting the bathroom he carried her down the hall to her room; she clutched to his broad shoulders, her head snuggled in the crook of his neck. Opening the door with a little alien trickery, he entered, moving effortlessly to her bed where he placed her down. With a wave of his hand, he quietly shut and locked the door. Rath then laid down next to Vilandra and held her as she continue to shake and cry softly, he had not seen his ice princess in this state of vulnerability in such a long span of memory that he had forgotten hoe truly fragile she was. So much had happened between them before their deaths, abundant, copious anger, immeasurable hurt, unfathomable mistrust, all these leading to incomprehensible betrayal on all their parts. Rath closed his eyes, as the flashes of memories pour over him like a waterfall, immersing him in a thick aura, asphyxiating him, dragging him into unconsciousness as he grabbed his chest for a breath.

The morning sunlight streamed into Isabel’s window, as her eyes fluttered awake. She yawned and stretched upwards turning half expecting to see someone there, but the bed was empty. Was it all a dream? Was it her subconscious wishing Rath to come to her aid to defeat those terrifying images in her nightly visits? Isabel was tired, exhausted beyond measure, her mind burned with confusion; she had never felt such a painful sensation before. She forced herself more fully awake, as she threw back the comforter, finding herself still wearing her fluffy robe.

She sat up placing her feet on the floor, expecting to find her slippers where she had left them. Instead she found the ice cold worn wooden planks, looking around she found her slippers dropped one by one just inside the door and then again at the foot of her bed. How odd, she thought as the fog of sleep began to lift from her mind, clearing her thoughts are she became to remember what Vilandra had forged the night before, it was real, it was not a dream.

Suddenly she turned for the vanity table and the hand mirror, she looked at her cheek, there had to be a mark, there just had to be. She stared in the mirror, shaking her head slowly, her skin was flawless, no sign of a mark. Had her skin healed that quickly, she brushed her fingertips across the skin, she swore she could still feel Ki’var’s hand print. Her head started throbbing, at those points right at the temple then spreading back to her neck. She rubbed her neck, as she contemplated if she had total lost it and was crazy.

“Rath he would know, he was here.” The words sprung forth from her voice, as they echoed of the walls in her sparse room. Isabel jumped slightly at the noise, unprepared for herself speaking, the words were foreign; but in what language she had used, truly it was not English. She stared back into the mirror, and saw not herself, but Vilandra, the reflection that she was once, a phantasm of the past staring at her, those alien eyes looking deep into Isabel’s soul as memories were intentionally unleashed, images of events so iniquitous in deeds; scarred and painful reminders flooded her mind. Isabel screamed as she dropped the mirror onto the floor shattering glass everywhere.

Isabel!” Max pounded on the door, “Are you alright?”

Isabel pulled herself together and answered the door, “Yes, I just dropped my mirror and it scared me. Sorry Max.”

“Sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Max turned to leave. “Oh Max is Michael awake yet?”

“Yeah he has been up for hours; he is out at the barn fixing it. Something is under his skin today, been throwing a hammer and boards all morning long. Do you need something?”

“No. I was just wondering that is all. I have got to get a shower, see you later.”

Isabel shut the door and leaned against it, letting her weight settle against the wood. A small smile crossed her lips as she though of Michael his skin glistening with sweat, the muscles rippling across his back as they flexed and contracted. Shaking her head, Isabel tried to clean the senses. “Oh god what am I going to do?” she exclaimed out loud as she sank to the floor holding her head in her arms. Michael had to know, why else would he be perturbed, he had to remember what she had done, how she helped kill them.