Dream Intermission Six

The weather about the hotel had taken a very bad turn, and it was my fault.

My high placement in the popularity polls had netted me quite a lot of bonus points over the season, and I hadn't spent any of them. Until now. My new status as a vampire took a whole lot more getting used to than only gaining a foot in height, so of course in my folly I went and bought not one but two upgrades for even more power.

Telekinesis had been great for theatrics. Doors dramatically opening themselves before me never failed to get notice. Or when I dragged Camilla across the room by her throat when she dared to think of me as 'that bitch' since it came coupled with Telepathy as well.

I'd thoroughly subdued the others the previous week, the new me only made them cower more. Still it felt like a hollow victory.

So I bought the second upgrade and storms immediately ravaged the building. Turns out weather control meant it reacted to my subconscious as well as conscious desires.

Nimue had been quite busy that day reinforcing the outside of the building but thankfully the storm damage wasn't too bad. It did keep me from buying any more upgrades though, no telling what the next one might do.

The change in my appearance was less dramatic than it was startling. I'd already been Irish pale so no difference there. My green eyes going completely black though was quite startling, both to me and the others. My nails were now longer, and much sharper, and also now a deep dark red. No need to paint them anymore, nor need for lipstick having had my lips turn the same shade.

Lastly was my new fangs. Upper canines grown near an inch long and very sharp. Lots of vampires from film and television could retract their fangs, Goddess I wished I could.

Nimue helped me stave off my new thirst, full of her vitality it never became overwhelming again like it had that first day. I could still smell the blood in the others though, watch their veins pulse with it, but I learned restraint. One does not work the forge without learning both power and control.

Mastering my changes distracted me, but still I heard concerning news, by word and thought, from the others. Camilla and Maria had both had their dates already, and Steven had all but ignored them. When confronted directly Maria told me he'd spent all his time with what was left of Tonya. At least Telepathy made communicating with her much easier.

I was sickened to think of Steven slaking his lusts on what had once been my friend's helpless body. Taking his animosity out on her new sex doll form sadly seemed all too like him with how he had treated Agnes though. Maria had been all too willing to give him a real blowjob, but instead he'd just made her watch as he face fucked the sex toy that used to be one of us.

Nimue had had to reinforce the hotel again when I'd heard that. The common room hadn't taken too much flood damage at least and I'd stepped in the way to save Maria from the barrage of broken glass before she could even see the jagged fragments coming for her thanks to my new speed. And thanks to my new toughness the glass only cost me a dress, my skin left unmarked.

And now it was my date night.

"Steven!" I yelled as the big golden doors to his suite slammed open with my will and thunder boomed outside. I stalked into the room as he stared up at me gone pale and the stench of urine hit my nose.

"Sharron." He stammered out. "Um, hi. Um, oh look." He pointed over to Agnes, and I saw that she looked both clean and well cared for. That gave my anger pause.

"That's very good Steven. I'm glad to see you're finally taking care of her." He nodded enthusiastically. I realized I couldn't hear his thoughts, so he was protected from me. I couldn't blame Nimue, that was her job after all and whatever else he was still the harem's master.

I let him distract me for now, I had very much wanted to investigate Agnes's mind now that I could. So I stalked over to the cow woman with Steven trying to keep up with me.

Kneeling down in front of her I very carefully cupped her chin, not wanting to slit her throat by accident, and lifted her head to meet my gaze. She placidly accepted my guidance and Moo'ed at me in greeting.

I tried to reach as deep into her mind as I could. There was no conscious thought there. Just basics, hunger and horniness. I did get a glimmer that she was happy to see me, but it was also animalistic. Just a pet glad to see it's favorite owner and wanting to be petted.

I couldn't cry anymore, not after my change, but I tried very hard to as I stroked her hair and she Moo'ed again.

I also realized, now that I was no longer focused on just her, I was hearing screaming and sobbing. Who else was here?

"You invited someone else tonight?" I asked Steven, who was smiling at Agnes like he was waiting for my praise for doing the bare minimum of common decency.

He looked shocked. "What? No of course not. It's just us, well and Agnes of course but she doesn't really count anymore." Not helping Steven, not helping.

I stood and looked around trying to decide where the cries were coming from. I realized I was hearing thought not vocalizations. If possible my blood would have gone cold, instead the temperature of the room plummeted and I could see Steven's breath fog the air. Tonya.

I strode for his bedroom and accidently ripped the door from it's frame with my mind trying to simply open it. Leaving him behind to blink and shiver.

There splayed out on his bed, covered in his filth, was Tonya's doll like body. And I could hear her screams.

I rushed over and uncaring of what I got on my hands cradled her to me, looking down into her unblinking eyes. "Tonya? Tonya I'm here can you hear me?"

Sharron? I got a confused thought from her.

"Yes it's me, I'm here Tonya."

The mental crying intensified then I heard. Sharron, please kill me. Please end this, I can't take anymore.

"STEVEN!" I roared and thunder crashed as lightning blasted the bedroom windows. Glass shredded the room leaving me, and Tonya, intact.

He stood in the doorway shaking, his breath still visible in the cold air. "I know this looks bad Sharron, but she's just a toy now. Just a thing to be used. I thought you'd be happy I wasn't forcing myself on Agnes anymore."

"She's still conscious! She feels everything you've done to her! She's begging me to fucking kill her Steven!"

I'd thought he'd been pale before but as my rage burned and lightning streaked through the open windows to scar the room he managed to go even more white. "I'm sorry." He managed in a small voice, near lost in the storm if not for my newly enhanced hearing. Then he collapsed.

Nimue was there then, in an instant as she was want to do, and she knelt over his body. The storm also quieted as the windows were replaced by thicker reinforced glass.

"That wasn't direct harm, so I shan't dock you points Sharron, but I am warning you. You can't go on raging at him like this."

"Tonya is still conscious. She's aware, trapped in a sex doll's body Nimue."

The blue haired woman ducked her head and her tears fell on Steven's face. "I know. They made me do it to her."

"And you didn't tell me?!"

Nimue stood and walked over to me taking my hands, tears still on her face. Then she looked about the storm ravaged room. "You might have done much worse than this had I told you then. I did not want you to suffer the fallout."

I looked at Tonya's body laying unmarked on the bed shredded by glass shards. "Can she die?" I asked as I listened to her mentally weep.

Nimue shook her head. "She is immortal, the Producers made sure her sickness would not change her fate. But you could do something else."

"What? Anything!"

"Touch her mind and put her to sleep. Leaving her dreaming and unaware of anything Steven does to her."

I looked back at my green eyed lover. "I'm not leaving her here for him to **** anymore!"

Nimue shook her head again in sorrow. "She cannot leave the master suite."

"Fuck!" Letting go I walked back to Tonya and sat on the bed pulling her into my lap again. "Tonya, listen to me."

Sharron?

"I can't kill you, you cannot die. I'm going to put you to sleep though so you aren't aware of what's going on, okay?"

Thank you Sharron. He hurt me so so much. I can't take anymore.

I reached out with my mind, cradling her consciousness. "Sleep Tonya, go into a very deep sleep and dream of better things." Slowly her eyes closed as my grip on her mind put her under.

As Nimue watched me I laid Tonya down in the remnants of the bed. Then we walked over to look down at Steven's passed out form. "I don't know that I can forgive him for this."

"He didn't know. Truly."

I shook my head. "After what he's done with Agnes do you think it really would have stopped him?"

She thought a moment and sighed, shaking her head. "It might have spurred him on more."

I picked poor Steven up from the ground, he weighed nothing to me now, and carried him towards the bed. "This show is turning him into a monster. As it has myself."

Nimue followed me to the bed. "The seeds were already there. It is the theme of this season after all." She said sadly.

"How's that?" She hadn't said anything about that before.

"This season was meant to show what a harem of strong independent women would do to a weak man. Would the power corrupt him or would he rise to the occasion? Would the women belittle him or build him up? Only you tried to help him be a better person."

I set him gently in the bed next to Tonya, leaving them to slumber together. "And I have failed."

Nimue hugged me tight and I clung to her in turn. "We still have each other." She said.

"But for how long?"

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Shar woke holding Tonya's hand again, looking over into blue eyes she thought I'm sorry you had to relive that again.

You saved me Sharron, do not be sorry.

Shar shook her head. I wish I could do more.

Standing from the bed She put Tonya back to sleep, as Nimue had showed her how, so long ago. Another day of rest had done her more good, but the dreams had still come again, and far more disturbing.

Dressing, she was very glad the storms from her dreams had not ravaged the castle. Control was a fickle thing, you could have a iron hand on it for a thousand years and then with one bad day you were watching rain water fill the crater left by a funnel cloud.

Things would be better if the plan worked. They were already better with the others about filling the castle with hopes and dreams. And love.

Shar took the Moongate down to the rose garden and walking along a well known path gathered a blossom here and there until by the end of the path she had a handful.

She stopped and looked down at the simple black marble headstone that simply read Agnes Wagner and placed the roses before it.

Bowing her head she let a gentle rain fall about her, it was as close as she could come to tears anymore.