Nightmare on Elm Street(open)

It took Akeldama a moment to place the girl she’d only seen once before, immediately grabbing onto her name as if it were a life raft. She could see the girl, but the nightmare was not gone. It was overlaid this reality, and felt all too real. “Kaname. It won’t go away.” She said with a trembling voice, trying to be quiet for now she remembered she was in a library. She was up now, standing and clenching the desk with a death grip.

For those who could see her aura- it usually was either a golden sand, shifting with its flow, or a thick miasmic red. Currently it was both, and the red was stretched far beyond her body, thinner than usual as it was spread out further. It writhed as if it itself were being attacked by the throes of the nightmare.

“Make it stop eating me!” Akeldama shouted, in her fear forgetting for a moment where exactly she was. She could see, but it was overlaid with the waking nightmare of that being. Her nightmare told her that it was a daemon, as if that were self explanatory. But she didn’t know what that was. Or why it was supposedly eating her because it loved her. Or rather, not-her. This wasn’t her.

It was someone else. “Make it stop.” She said again, clenching her eyes shut in the hope that would do something. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

“I don’t know. Stop them. Stop… Stop us. We… We can’t stop.” She didn’t know what was happening right now. Focus. Akeldama managed to tell herself. Kaname was asking how she could help her. She had to think of a way to communicate what was going on. “Its… Its a daemon. Two, one… I’m not sure any more.”

What was currently going on- unbeknownst to Akeldama- was that this was a nightmare. Not her nightmare per say, yet it was happening in the confines of her mind. Were it her nightmare waking up would have been enough to free her from the visuals. This was the nightmare of a far more enduring and vast entity. This was Capone’s nightmare, and Akeldama was straddling the line between her own mind and her future mind’s nightmares.

Her fingers were beginning to crackle with paradoxical energy.

What Kaname saw in the aura was the two vastly different color of auras shifting against each other, the red aura far more vast and agitated in the state of the nightmare. Not so much demons in on themselves, but it could appear to be a conflict of spirits. However, if one were looking it would not appear as though either one of the spiritual entities were devouring one or the other.

Akeldama’s agonized expression changed to pained glee. “We- We won’t stop. I won’t. Its too late now.” Her voice was cracking. It fluctuated wildly between fear, regret, and a maniacal glee. “There’s nothing you can do.”

A cackle began to grow from Akeldama’s lips as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Its too late now! She’s already apart of me! She’s mine now, we will live on together. Forever. You can’t change that. This….” Akeldama pulled back her left sleeve, revealing a strange looping mark on her arm. “Changes nothing.”

Only a daemon would recognize the markings as anything other than a strange occurrence of the skin. Or understand what they truly meant. Unholy fusion.

With a start Capone woke up, Akeldama’s sandy aura shifting away to inside her body as Capone’s red aura stabilized and pulled back closer to the vessel as she came back to reality. Capone, Akeldama’s resident daemon, looked around the library at all the people staring at her, then felt the tears on her face and how she had exposed the mark on her arm. Akeldama had shared her nightmare… Poor thing. Capone knew she should say something, but for the life of her, she wasn't sure what.

That was right… She could use this person’s help. Akeldama, the fragile thing, would need it more than her. But… Capone could easily black out her memories. She’d done it plenty of times. Usually it was during the fact, during a total possession. But after the fact shouldn’t be too hard. Capone shook her head slowly, a negatory response to whether or not she was okay.

No. No she wasn’t.

“How much did you all hear?” She asked the person before her. She could get quite verbal and loud during her nightmares. So she had to know the extent of the damage done. This... This was stupid surely. Foolish. But Brownie Points, a part of her once severed away and now rejoined... Wouldn't say this was. This was an opportunity. Capone was just... Not sure about it at all. 

“Oh boy.” Capone muttered under her breath, bringing up her hand and sweeping back her hair from her face, looking at the ceiling for a moment. She was quiet for a second, taking a few breaths. “Do you people know what daemons are in this dimension?” That would further tell her how much had been revealed.

Capone was personally doubtful they would know. But this dimension was more magical than most, it was potentially possible. If they did know then she’d just revealed a lot more than she had ever really wanted to let be known. But at least this girl had been fully honest with what had been said. Capone could know what she was dealing with here. She rubbed at her eyes vigorously, wanting to remove any evidence of tears. She couldn't cry in public. Her pride wouldn't allow it.