Losing Reality


by Jessica Brumley
Fourth in the St. Patrick's Series



"Patrick, are you done with Pandora yet? I want to read my books again." Willow's voice took on a petulant tone.

Patrick looked up in surprise. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's on the night stand."

Willow gave him a marked look and sauntered over to the night stand and retrieved the book. Watching her walk back, Patrick noticed a swing to her hips, a sensuality he hadn't previously seen. Willow stood directly in front of him and smirked. "Puppy stole my book. He must be punished."

"What! Willow, what did you say!?"

Willow struck him sharply across the cheek. "Speak only when you are spoken to." Her face transformed into that of the demon. "I'm ba-ack" she sang out cheerily before sinking her fangs into Patrick's neck.


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Patrick threw himself out of bed. Wildly glancing about the room, his eyes came to rest on Willow.

"Patrick! Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?"

Willow quickly crossed the room and put her arms around Patrick's neck.

"Shh…It's okay. Everything's okay. I'm here."

Patrick went limp with relief. It had been a nightmare. Pulling himself up he looked at Willow and smiled. "It's okay. I'm fine now."

Willow pulled back. "Oh, but we haven't even begun to play yet!"

As she spoke, her face transformed.

"I missed my Puppy."


*******


"Patrick! Patrick! Wake up! You're having a nightmare."

Patrick forced himself awake and let his gaze fall on Willow.

"No! Not again! I won't let you do this to me." Patrick screamed.

"Patrick, what are you do-" Willow's voice was cut off as her head snapped to one side with the force of Patrick's blow.

Patrick felt a tremendous satisfaction as he heard the crunch of bones. "I won't let you take me again you bitch!" Punching her squarely in the face once again, Patrick lost all control. He kept hitting and hitting, so glad to be able to be the one giving instead of receiving the pain this time, until Willow's small form crumbled to the ground.

Patrick reached down for Willow's neck, intent on snapping it, when he heard a sound that stopped him in his tracks. A heartbeat. A faint and thready heartbeat coming from Willow's body.

That soft sound brought Patrick back to reality instantly.

This wasn't a dream.

This was Willow.

His little one.

And he had probably killed her.


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