A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARES
AN1: While this was inspired by zinderbox’s Painfull Awakening challenge, this is in no way answering it. I just wanted to state where this warped idea originally came from.
AN2: This is now version 2.0. for I have made some minor spelling and grammatical changes.
Summary: A mother made only of darkness is forced into the shadows and while there learns to love her children. But some children do deserve to be punished. Especially when they have hurt their mother.
Disclaimer: I do not own the intellectual property that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its associated characters, locations, items, ideas, or anything else that may be associated with it. Those belong to each of their own respective copyright owners. I do not own the intellectual property that is Anita Blake Vampire Hunter or any of its associated characters, locations, items, ideas, or anything else that may be associated with it. Those belong to each of their own respective copyright owners. I do not own any of the intellectual properties that are any other fictional persons, places or things. Those belong to each of their own respective copyright owners. I do not own any real person, place or thing. Those belong to either themselves, in the case of a person, or their real life current true owners in case of a place or object. What I do own is any and every original person, place or thing used in here as well as the story its self. Those very few things are mine. And that’s all that ever will be mine.
MOTHER OF ALL
A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARES
I sleep. I sleep and I dream. I dream of vampires. I created them, didn’t I? I created them, and the lycanthropes and all of the other creatures of the darkness that prey upon those weak and feeble humans, for I am The Mother of all Darkness, am I not? And so I sleep, and so I dream. I dream of my children. But why do I dream of killing them? Ah, it comes to me. The Shadowmen. They did this to me, they made me sleep this endless sleep I sleep. They summoned me, stole my essence, and then they trapped me inside a one of those weak and feeble humans.
And so I sleep. And so I dream. I dream of the lives of my hosts, forced to watch on silently as they fight my children and they die for it. And it angers me. For are they not all my children? Why do they have to fight each other and die over and over again?
And so I sleep. I sleep and I dream and I wonder.
And then, finally, there is one, one of my children who understands. One who understands that my children do not have to fight with each other forever, but that one day there may be a way for them to be together. But until that day does come, she will fight my other children.
And then she dies. She dies and I am sad, for my next host is a mindless automaton for the legacy of the Shadowmen, the Watchers. And so I weep.
What is this? My preferred child has awoken? She lives again? How can this be? And now I am split between two hosts. I do not like my other host, for I wish to be with my understanding child, not within the automaton that the Watchers control.
The automaton is now dead, and so part of me goes into yet another. And I like this one as well, for she is wild and dark.
But my second host is now too dark. She now kills for fun and pleasure, or so she thinks. She is hurt, broken, and crying out for help. And she does not receive it until it is much too late for her.
One of my brethren is here now. He wishes to end this world. I know that this is not my native reality, but it does have some of my children populating it, so I wish for it to continue.
My favorite child has the witch that is trapped between the light and the dark give birth to all of my other potential children.
It hurts! It hurts so much! I am split between too many children! I am going to go insane, well more insane then I already am that is.
They beat my brethren, that I do know. My children who fought my brethren are leaving the town that only knows death and despair, when they appear, and they are angry.
They are the ones that helped the Shadowmen call me here, and bind me into a cage of flesh and spirit. They accuse my favorite child of hurting their game, and,… NO!!! They are killing all my children! They all die, and with each death a piece of me is sent back into my favorite child.
Then there are two. My favorite and the dark one. The dark one then dies as well. All that is left is my favorite child, the understanding one.
They are trying to kill her, but they cannot. They do not understand why, and neither do I.
But they will win and she will die soon, I can feel it.
I then have an idea. It is risky, but it will save my child. I whisper to her to allow them to kill her. I tell her that it will be alright, that she will not die here, but that they will only think she did.
She refuses. At first that is. But then, as the end comes for her, she relents and trusts me out of desperation.
And so she dies. At least on that plane of existence. For I take her with my essence back to my home dimension.
And then I sleep some more. It hurt me to take her back with me, and it hurt me to come back. I am hurt, and so I sleep to heal. To heal myself as well as my favorite child.
I see. My favorite child will die soon unless I do something drastic. I must fully merge with her, I must become her.
But she is too far gone. She will not be able to merge with me. I am sad. But I can assimilate her. I take her dying spirit into myself, and then something happens.
She is dying, almost dead, but she does not wish to die like this. I do not wish this either. So I will do what any mother would do for her child, what she has taught me was the right thing, the only thing to do for your child if necessary, I shall give my life for my child.
I shall die so that my child may live.
But my child resists me! She fights me! She will not accept my sacrifice for her!
And in the end, through her and my struggles, I can feel both of us dying.
And so we die.
And then we are reborn.
And then we sleep. We sleep and we dream of the world we find ourselves in, and we do not like it.
Finally it gets too much for us. The council of our children that we established is corrupt, and both the humans and our children are in danger.
We have slept too much. We have dreamt to long. We awaken. We awaken in both pain, and in anger.
‘Do not worry my little children,’ we thought as we awakened, ‘your mommies are here, and everything shall be alright again.’
EAN: While I am currently working on the next chapter, I really need some feedback on this one. I was originally going to only release this once I was a few chapters ahead, and while I do not normally beg for reviews, this time, please review. Pretty, pretty please. I really think I need some feed back before I can continue this one.