[Requiem] On the Train, the last night

Her dreams were restless, violent....
A cachophony of voices, minds, trying to take over.....
The beautiful one... whole... unscarred..... every inch the passionate creature that made her kin to her brother.....
The nameless one.... fear... hate.... torture.... pain....
And the last - the one who made herself in the image of the Morrighan, the one who controlled her siblings? selfs? and shut out the past, only to find herself running to it....

Which one made the decision?
I did... I did.... I did......

They all whispered in the dreams.....

Are you mad??

Yes... No..... screaming as the child remembers for a moment the memories of the past.......

Sitting on the paino stool, her body pressed against his, as he kissed and pleasured her hand..... Lying on a table, helpless in the grip of the monsters.... kneeling on the floor, as he dripped blood over her, daring his childe to take it, to taste what she so desperately wanted....

Lying in her sleep, all three cried for their past.