This is unbelievable.
Utterly and seriously unbelievable. If other nightmares hear about this, I am going to be the laughingstock of all the nightmares. They're going to gossip about me, and they're going to tell the future baby nightmares about how I, the great Sean of Nightmares, is attached to a guardian.
I really have to kill him.
I watch through Glaiza's eyes, inside the corners of my mind, as they both laugh oh-so-happily-together. It makes me sick. It's a good thing that people need sleep and when Glaiza sleeps, I will wake, and this town will realize just how uncomfortable I am with this situation. I'm sure a rise in body count here and there would make me feel better. I am uncomfortable, angry and annoyed, so watch out people, because if I can't kill this guardian, I am at the very least going to kill someone tonight.
“I wouldn’t end this for anything in the world, but it’s late and I should be getting you home, I think,” he said, taking her hand, my hand, again. I can feel Glaiza's happy conscious once more, and I mentally cringe away from it, wanting to have nothing to do with... normal happiness.
It has always stirred something in me, pictures of things I can't remember, smiles and laughters of a father, mother, and of a little girl, and after that comes the guilt. The guilt of a thousand tons is sure to follow, as if it was my fault they had stopped smiling. I can deal with deaths of others, deaths that I have caused, but the sadness that seeps in from these pictures are more than I can ever bear.
I ignore the pictures slowly creeping in, and remind myself to be patient because as soon as she sleeps, I come out and then I become the cold blooded killer that I know I can be.
That I know I am.
When I re-focused on loverboy, I noticed that we were already in the car, and he was driving. He is such a sick love puppy. Glaiza might not notice your glancing every now and then at us, but I do Bub, and you bet I'm remembering so that I know how many times I would have to stab at you.
“Glaiza, I had something on my mind that I wanted to ask you. You told me about your brother’s nightmare, and…well, maybe you know that this is not a rare occurrence; in fact, there are many nightmares in this town, it seems. I know Karn told you a little about the Guardians, and I think he told you that I was among them. I wish I could say more, but I’m oath-sworn not to...”
"You hear that babe, guardian. He is a guardian and if he finds out that you have a nightmare, you are going to be his next target, and then do you think he'll spare you? No. He's going to kill you, so that he can kill me. As much as you try to hide it, we're connected, babe."
I try my best, but she continues to ignore me and my pleas. Fine, get us both killed why don't you?
“Well…I got some info today that a nightmare has been frequenting the Teaberry. Don’t be scared…it might not mean much right now, as some nightmares won’t act out on their own…but, I was just wondering if you had any information that would help me figure this out.”
"Sean, I'm sure he's not out to kill us."
"Yeah, what do you know?"
"That he won't kill me."
Ignoring me, she turns to the guardian and says some mumbo jumbo about not really knowing anything about that and the only incident that can be tied to it is the death of her boss, but she did also mention that time when Mr. Jace-snot-kid came for a visit, mentioning how for a moment something like a hallucination came upon her. And even though I felt her consciousness frown a little bit, there is still that persistent happiness.
Damn that happiness of hers.
“Oh, Glaiza, do you need to go back to the Teaberry, or do I need to take you to your house?”
"Teaberry, cause I sort of live there now."