Deimos was nothing shy of disappointed as he watched her nightmare unfold.<i>So that was why!  </i>Of course the perfect little angel had fallen because she was protecting someone.  It was...disappointing and yet it made sense.  What did intrigue him was the way she adapted.  He had been certain that when Pan and Wendy ripped off her wings that the angel would have been unable to function.  Instead, the bitch had prevailed.  She had helped the supposed enemy instead.  Not only did she find the key, but she had gotten her wings back.<br/><br/>Traveling to the vampire's dreams while Eva picked up the key to her own, he remained invisible.  The irony of it all was that they were practically controlling their own nightmares.  The brain was a funny thing and it often liked to play trick on you.  It seemed this one was no different.  All that Deimos had to do was urge a push into the deepest, darkest recesses of their minds and yank out their nightmares.  He was enjoying watching it unfold before them, far more than his victims did.  The Angel, tormented by the person she loved the most.  The vampire, terrorized by a regret and a mistake.  The only thing missing from this show was popcorn and a comfortable chair.<br/><br/>While he knew that revealing himself to the two men wouldn't matter, they likely wouldn't acknowledge him anyway, he waited until the women were behind a closed door before he appeared.  "I think the angel is getting too big for her tutu," he growled softly, appearing in the window.  He sat back on the windowsill, a leg propped up as he looked at the two women.  "Personally, I think the sea shells show off your physique magnificently," he leered at the red head, standing up.<br/><br/>He stalked closer to the women, leaning forward until he was inches from Rose's face.  "Maybe I should have had him cut out your tongue instead," he hissed, baring his teeth a little, "not that it really matters at this point.  Eva made her choices and I'm interested in seeing where yours will take you."  He reaches behind his back, before pulling a small, ornate chest in between the three of them.  Opening the lid, he smirked at the two women.  Inside was a beautifully crafted dagger laid in red velvet.<br/><br/>"The story of The Little Mermaid.  There once was a beautiful mermaid who had the most beautiful and soothing voice heard throughout the sea kingdom.  Sea creatures from all around would come just to hear her sing, but the mermaid had a secret.  She wanted to see the human world, something strongly forbidden by her father the king.  She snuck out many times, daring to venture closer and closer to land.  one night she found a ship, crashed up on the rocks.  She dared to take a closer look and saw a beautiful young prince barely clinging to life.  She swam him to shore, singing the most beautiful melody.  When the prince awoke, he saw the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.  Before he could say so, he passed out, only to never see her again.<br/><br/>The Little Mermaid had fallen in love though.  She wanted to walk with him so she went somewhere she was forbidden.  She broke another rule of her father's.  She made the most vile of deals.  For two legs, she gave up her voice, the very thing the prince had fallen in love with.  For the spell to work, the Sea Witch cut out her tongue, but she could go on land. She could stay on land as long as she made the prince fall in love with her, for if he would marry someone else, little Ariel would return to the sea as foam.  Her sisters couldn't bare the thought of their baby sister dying so they found another way to help her.  Bringing her an ornate dagger, they told her that in order to get her voice back and to not die, she must kill the prince.  The End."<br/><br/>He snapped the box closed and laid it on the dresser before walking towards the window. "I can't help but feel that I am forgetting something," he says thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his finger.  "Oh yes, now I remember."  With obvious glee, he turned back to the two women and held out his hand towards the redhead.  "All who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw.  You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at ever step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives and that the blood must flow."  He snarled suddenly as a blue glow erupted from his hand and surrounded Rose.  "Let's make it interesting and have your legs burn with the hell fire you so love to use."<br/><br/>Happy that his work here was done he stepped back towards the window.  "Take care my two little dreamers," he smirked before disappearing again.