{Nightmares}-Closed

[{J I S A}]

Pitch darkness loomed just outside her window, there was a new moon tonight. That meant no moon. Literally there was no way to see outside. Jisa felt very cold, inside and out. Just a few more hours until the 'bad luck' started. Jisa could wait a few more centuries for it. You know... maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time. Her last birthday had only involved helping Stella give birth to Anya. That hadn't been horrible... even though Jisa had almost wrecked her own house before that. After she was changed, Jisa decided it might be a good idea to fight the insomnia and sleep. She felt too jittery and anxious altogether. Ash was somewhere in the house, maybe down the hall. Getting into bed, Jisa felt the comfort of her duvets around her. It was so warm, but Jisa still felt cold. Willing the anxiety and tension to go away, Jisa fell into a very black sleep.

Rough hands yanked her out of bed. The coolness of the air outside of her bed, stung at her skin. Jisa couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. Obviously she fought back, she wouldn't scream- no. It was never bad enough to actually scream. She lashed out her arms and legs randomly, but she never actually hit anything. A hand covered her mouth and she felt a cold, sharp object being pressed to her throat. Instantly, her resistance stopped. Her heart was thrumming wildly as she stood tall, keeping her cool demeanor up. The hand was removed from her mouth, but the knife still threatened her life.

"What the hell do you want?"

Jisa spat in fury, her voice didn't betray how truly frightened she was. Stifling the fright, Jisa persuaded herself. What happens... it happens. You don't care remember? If only it was the old Jisa she was talking to. However, she wasn't. This was big, soft Jisa who took a sixteen year old runaway Shifter in. A cruel laugh brought her back into the real world.

"Jisa, Jisa. Stop fighting me so much, it does no good."

That voice, it sparked raw anger in Jisa. The man felt her tense, and put more pressure on the knife. Jisa could feel the skin break slightly where it touched. Jisa couldn't care less, she gritted her teeth.

"The day I stop fighting you, or anyone..."

She spat through her teeth, she felt choked, she could barely breathe under the knife without killing herself.

"Will be the day... I die."

The cruel laughter came again, rough like a chain smokers voice. Jisa closed her eyes and stayed still.

"Your choice Jisa, we need it. I'll be coming for it tomorrow."

The knife came away from her throat and Jisa fell forward. She gasped for ragged breaths and clutched at her throat. Only a small beaded line of blood ran across it. She was on her feet almost instantly afterward. He was gone.

Jisa woke with a start, her heartbeat flying way too high. The dark haired Shifter felt her throat, not a scratch was there. No scar- nothing. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. Small stars twinkled weakly out in the night sky. Jisa glanced at her clock; 12:01am. Happy Birthday Jisa. The voice answered her. Your gift is that, that was only a dream. Jisa shakily rose to her feet. Sleeping wasn't safe anymore.