Chris X Nightmare Novels & Stories

“I know you didn’t mean to send him out that way, and he knows that too. He’s only worried.” “Worried?” I frowned. “You haven’t told him about your panic attacks? The nightmares?” Oh. She didn’t know. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I guess this was a better outcome. “No, not yet.” She sighed, out of sadness, and probably relief too. Because she’d probably be a little heartbroken if I had been able to talk to Alexander about something she and my parents never got to find out. I never talked to anyone except my therapist, about the details of what happened the night I got the scar. There were so many unresolved emotions around it that I was still not willing to face

I hissed. “Tell me you didn’t want to ask when you found out?” Chris stared at me with the slight shake of his head. “I mean come on, I just found out I’ve got one of those trapped inside of me too, but I can’t see it. And I still don’t know if I’m living in some alternate reality or in a fucking dream where I’m going to wake up and have a stress hard on.” “TMI.” “I had to see your husband’s werewolf dick today. Spare me the disgust,” Chris scrunched his nose as if he’d smelled something awful.

Darell said, releasing his hold on Chris's shoulders. Darell mockingly said, "Freaking coward." Chris said sarcastically, "Well, sorry for being an ORDINARY human guy, who is TRYING to leave his life peacefully, with no fear of losing his damn blood to a fucking vampire. He still seemed a little thrown off by the news, as was clear from his expression. Luna, a friend of his, was a vampire and alive." Darell laughed at Chris because it had been a while since he had last seen him inconsolable. When he discovered a snake coiling inside his car, Chris was last seen acting in that manner. Darell was still struggling to forget what had happened.

He pressed his hands against his temples, trying to piece together the fragments, but nothing made sense. Suddenly, he felt a presence next to him. A cold hand rested on his shoulder. Chris looked up, startled, and found himself face to face with Angel. The man, as usual, wore his ominous mask, his eyes hidden behind the dark holes, giving nothing away. “Chris,” Angel’s voice was low, a mixture of concern and authority. “What happened?” Chris blinked, still shaken from the vision. “I... I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “I had a nightmare—no, it was more than that. It triggered something in my memory.”

*Louis Place* Louis was surprised when he saw Chris at his house; without informing him of his coming and he was looking unkempt. "What happened to you bro?" He said as he leads the way inside "I'm not okay Louis," Chris said as he falls on the couch Louis: It shows (he sit beside him) Tell me, what's wrong with you? Chris: I've been having some nightmares lately. Like seeing myself in a magical palace and hearing a voice talking to me without seeing who it was; I didn't pay much attention to it because I thought it was all those magical stuff that I liked. Louis: Alright...

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

They eventually die and a new Ma Vista is born. If the new Ma Vista is a boy he will start to have nightmares when he is 15. If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year.’

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

“I did, but that was all in the past. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind when that happened.” “So, you’re willing to leave us behind, after all we’ve done for you?” “Yes, I am. Goodbye for now.” … Chris opened his eyes. He was now back in his own room and in his own bed. The clock on the wall read 12:27am. “Some dream that was,” he thought. Chris rolled over to see that Heather was still asleep. He sat up and looked around the room. Something didn’t feel right, but there was nothing out of place. He laid back down on the bed and fell back to sleep.

Chris closed his eyes at that moment, and his head began to ache, which caused Clara to wake from her short nap in his arms. “E-Elijah… Tiffani…” Chris murmured the names. “What’s happening to you? Are your memories coming back?!” Clara asked anxiously. “Aaaaaah!” Chris screamed in pain, causing Clara to panic as she quickly called for help. “LUCIFER——!” was the last word Chris uttered before he lost consciousness, even before the people Clara had called arrived. Chris was immediately taken back to the Center. Meanwhile, at the Ferman mansion— “Leonora!” Elijah shouted.