Chapter 215


    #Chapter 5 Dreams of hell


    The darkness was now familiar. Doris wasn’t afraid when it swallowed her whole, she embraced the


    fear that she knew would greet her soon enough. Double the douse of blood from two strong alpha


    wolves was enough to send her intoa—she prayed she would wake up soon.


    “This is the queen?” A voice hissed near her ear. She turned and nothing was there. “She doesn’t look


    to be worthy.” Itughed. “I had hoped she would have looked a lot stronger by now.”


    The sound reminded her of a snake. She turned and looked in every direction, but there was nothing


    around her at all. She wished she could see the thing that called itself her nightmares. Just once she


    wanted to visualize what actually haunted her.


    “Who are you?” Doris asked. She raised her chin slightly. “What is it you have in store for me this


    time?” The creatureughed. “I am everything you fear, little one.”


    “T try not to fear things anymore.” Doris swallowed. “It never did good things for me when I did.”


    “You have changed since I saw youst. I remember you cowering away from me as if that would save


    you. Still, I imagined you stronger by now. A shame you haven’te into your power yet, you might


    have been a match for me.”


    Doris was suddenly shoved across the ck room and into a much lighter one. It looked like a run


    down version of the throne room. Dirty water coated the floors and all the benches were broken in half.


    Off in the distance, a child was crying.


    Doris got up slowly. “What is this?” She asked as she looked around. Trash was all over the floors and


    the area looked as if it hadn’t been used in years. She didn’t know why it made her skin crawl. Just


    yesterday she had walked through the real one and it was in pristine condition.


    “Your future.” The creature said with a smirk in its voice.


    Doris looked around her and saw parts of the ceiling had fallen off and other areas were burnt to acrisp.


    It looked as if it was about to copse on her at any moment. How did it get this way?


    Doris quickly left the room when she heard a loud rumble, but the halls were even worse. Death was in


    the air and she wasn’t sure how she could smell it. Blood smeared across the walls and floors as if


    someone was dragged out. “I don’t understand any of this.”


    When no response came, Doris hurried forward. The sound of a child crying had grown louder the


    more she moved. The hallways were ck as if a fire had exploded where she was. When she entered


    her room she shared with William, her heart cracked in half.


    Doris screamed when she saw a baby ying in William’s blood. A baby with his same blue eyes and


    her brown hair. She covered her mouth and backed away, until she realized her hands were coated in


    blood as well. Somehow she just knew it was William’s, the nightmare wanted her to believe it was


    William’s.


    “No!” Doris screamed. Her entire body was suddenly caked in blood as if she had bathed in it. William’s


    head waspletely torn from his body and he looked as he had been ripped apart by sharp ws.


    His eyes stared right through her as if all the storms and clouds had been extinguished. “ Who did this


    to him?”


    “You did.” The voice said next to her ear. It was deep and demonic, no hint of a snake like hiss from


    before. Doris stumbled back and fell through the ground and ended up in the grass outside the pce.


    A dark figure watched her from afar. Doris quickly stood and looked down to find her clothes were


    clean, but blood still coated her hands. “Who are you?!” She shouted at the figure.


    It looked like a man in dark clothing— tall and mysterious. He watched her for a moment before he


    turned and went through the trees, as if he knew she would follow him no matter what he did. Doris


    hurried after him but she never got close enough. The path stretched on and on and it felt as if she


    would never reach him.


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    When she entered a clearing, her clothes melted into a ck gown and a crown of thorns wrapped


    around her forehead until it pierced her skin. Blood poured down her face slowly, she looked like a


    queen of the underworld, not for her pce.


    “You have no idea what you could be.” The voice said from all around her. The ground was now


    crusted with snow and bright red stained the ground. The ground cracked open and Doris felt rooted to


    the spot as it separated before her eyes. “You could be everything. You could rule everything if you let


    your power free.”


    “T don’t know what this means!” Doris cried. She tried to move back away from the split ground, but


    she couldn’t. Hands gripped the edges and faceless figures pulled themselves up out of the ground.


    Blood poured from the top of their heads and they crawled towards Doris, reaching for her as if they


    wanted help.


    “You may not know yet, but you will.” The dark voiceughed. The ground started to shake and pull her


    down towards the dead bodies that reached for her. She didn’t know how it was possible to smell their


    rot, she didn’t know how to wake up from any of it. They pulled at her dress, ripping fabric off her. The


    moment it touched their skin, it burned their hands toa crisp but they only wanted more. They wanted


    all of her, they wanted to pull her down with them as if she deserved to be dead too.


    Did she do this to them? Is that what all of this meant?


    “T want to see my baby! Let me see my baby!” Doris screamed. Laughter turned robotic and sickening


    as it was breaking over. Fire erupted all around her, she felt as if it was in her lungs every time she


    breathed.


    Once again, Doris was shoved back harshly just before a creature could get their ws around her


    legs and drag her with them. She fell down through the ground and woke up gasping in the real world


    again. She gripped the clean white sheets around her and tried to calm her breaths before it made her


    lungs burst open.


    It was all... familiar again. This was the real world—it smelled like William and roses. It smelled like


    sweet vani. It felt safe. She was safe, none of that was real—was it? What was that? What did any of


    it mean? Doris felt as if she shouldn’t analyze a fever dream too closely, but it was hard not to. That


    couldn’t be her future—she wouldn’t let it be.


    “Doris—” William appeared by her side. He held a small bundle in his arms and for the first time, Doris


    saw her baby.