Pressure struck him first, like the floor dropped out from under him. Then there was the Blackness again, the void, the squeezing of his mental strength. It treated him like taffy, pulling, stretching, trying to tear at everything, to drag him down into madness like he had never known. And the pain, Christ, the pain. Blades ripping through flesh, cracking of bones. He was blind, deaf, and dumb, scrambling to cling to things as they fell past him. There was no difference between real and imagined, only what was stable enough to hold him down from being dragged into that deep darkness, and the inevitable force pulling him in.
Damien was afraid.
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Pierre was about to respond to her comment when he felt the air between them change.
"She's awake." Nadia said in a voice that confused him. He looked back at her and noticed her focus. His heart sank a bit, wanting more time with her alone - why could they never be alone together? Immediately he left the railing, dropping their conversation for now, and walked briskly back into the house and to the cellar door. Unlatching it, he opened the door, expecting that Nadia would be right behind him, and descended the stairs with apprehension.
Until he heard Damien cry out in pain, followed by a sound of a body falling on tiled floor. Pierre rushed into the room with as much speed as he could muster in such tight quarters.
His Sire was on the ground, crumpled. Damien had taken out the IV stand that had been stationed near Sonya on his way down. Now, Pierre could see that bitch leaning off the table, surveying her damage. A new flavor of rage filled his chest as he watched Sonya climb down, Damien remaining unmoving at her feet.