Cyne stayed awake for a little while longer, unsure about the whole ordeal. Watching the vampiress sleep, he found it odd to be next to such a creature. Uncertainty pulled at his heart as he started to feel his eyes close, imagining the vampiress waking up, if she wasn't pretending to sleep as is. Her grasp, or her fangs, slowing gripping his neck, forcing the life out of it. If he closed his eyes tonight, would he open them?<br/><br/>His mind rambled on for a while, before he could hear the light breathing of the vampiress, one that lulled him into sleep, and at first, he hadn't realized it, and by the time he had, he couldn't wake himself up. The plains rolled under his feet, the soft earth slowly being tainted red, and he knew what part of the dream was about to roll into his mind. Soon, he was the only one standing, corpses surrounding him, not all of them vampires. Most of them were burnt, and even though it was a dream, he could smell it.<br/><br/>The burnt flesh.<br/><br/>A speck of ash landed on his brow, he felt the soft breeze blow it onto him, and he wiped at it. The ash grew, spreading across his face. He could feel the ash digging into his skin, scarring him, marking him of his sins. It continued, spreading to his shoulders, reaching out to his body through his blood. It ripped through him, like razors, imprinting the pains of the war on him. The blood of the dead amassed at his feet, slowly becoming solid as the ash burned him inside out. The icy blood pierced his skin, cutting into his flesh, the blood coming out black ooze, the ashen pain he held inside. The blood and ash mixed, until he could feel no more pain. The bloody ice had completely encased him, the ash burned so hotly, he knew he'd soon be nothing but ash as well. As the nightmare always ended, the charred remains of his body fall to the ground, blackened, and swept away as all the ice melts, mixing his ash into the mud.<br/><br/>Cyne was too familiar with the dream to be startled awake, but he knew he was shaking, even if ever so slightly. He realized that the vampiress was still asleep, and although he couldn't tell the time, he imagined she'd be waking up soon enough. He sat up, throwing his legs off the bed, rubbing his palms deep into his eyes. Almost like he was trying to rub away the image of the battlefields.