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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Daniel opened his eyes, his vision cloudy a moment before they focused on the low burning coals in the fireplace, the bright flame long since diminished. It was dark, and much too quiet. He sat up, mind still hazy, feeling disoriented as he looked around him. He was expecting John to at least be nearby, but he was nowhere to be seen. The dark was too thick in the room for his taste, the coals only providing a weak glow beside him.

"John?" his voice cracked.

He did not answer, but the house spoke for him, creaking when a gust of wind blew outside. Daniel shuddered and looked towards the window, the slightly parted curtain revealing cold night. He stood and approached the glass and parted the curtain aside more to see that the blizzard had abated, but the snow on the ground was high and thick as the moon shone over the carpet of white. Why hadn't John woke him? He was still questioning it as reached to light one of the oil lamps, but his hand fell atop the empty table. He took a deep breath and willed his heart to calm. The lamp was there somewhere, he just needed to find it.

He bit his lip and took a few tentative steps until he reached the other small table on the other end of the sofa, but it too was bare. He whimpered and felt his skin crawl as he eased his way back over to the only source of light. The glow in the fireplace wasn't much, but it was enough to see a candlestick in place on the mantle. He grabbed it and knelt down quickly to light the wick against the hot coals. The flame flickered to life and he raised it to look about the sitting room. The oil lamps were indeed missing.

"Why?" he muttered to himself.

He suppressed another shudder. For now it didn't matter. He would ask the servants in the morning, because surely John would not have asked them to be removed. He took another breath to relax himself and moved along to leave the room and head upstairs to bed. Perhaps John hadn't wanted to disturb his sleep. It would explain that much anyway. He kept the candle aloft in front of him as he went out the door and down the short hallway. There was nothing to fear here, he knew that, but his skin prickled still, his rational mind playing tricks. The floor creaked behind him and he nearly yelled as he turned, expecting to see a creature barreling towards him with deadly intent. Nothing was there.

Daniel grit his teeth, shamed by his cowardliness. There had to be some way to dispel this fear, and he wished to be free of it. Swallowing his unease as much as he could, he turned back to the stairs and made his way up as quickly as he was able without stumbling. Every shadow and sound tested his nerves as he walked towards bedroom door. There was something heavy about the feel of the place around him, almost unnatural. It was only his imagination, his fear driving him to sense things that were not really there. Once he was inside his room, it would be better. He would light his lamp and a few more candles to drive the darkness away.

Daniel took hold of the doorknob, the brass cold against his clammy palm. He was inside in seconds, pushing and locking the door behind him, but the calm peace he was craving crumbled before his shocked eyes. He was standing in the guest room from Brennenburg. His breath seized up in his chest as he gaped in disbelief at the all to familiar room before him. This had to be a dream, but it felt so real. Even the bead of cold sweat that ran down his back was as distinct as a fingers whispering touch over his skin. Hot wax from the candle he held splashed over his shaking hand and he hissed as it fell to the floor, the wick's flame extinguishing with a thin trail of smoke.

He wanted to flee, but inside he knew that if he reopened the door that he would see he was trapped in Brennenburg once more. He forced himself to take a step, then another, approaching the desk that was lit up with glorious light from the oil lamp that burned atop it. Books and scattered papers covered the wooden top; maps and notes of all kinds that he vaguely remembered making himself. He reached to touch a note, but stopped himself and shook his head. No, if he touched something it would become real. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again that this nightmarish place would be vanished.

When he peeked through cracked fingers, he was met with disappointment and deepening fear. Nothing changed, he was still there. He turned his head and looked at the bed, still made and untouched. It would remain that way. He backed away slowly to the door and was feeling for the knob when a soft knock stopped his progress. He bit back his surprised yelp and held his breath as he stood motionless, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder. A faint scraped sound came from under the crack of the door and the fear crawled higher up his spine and he was unable to stop his spastic intakes of breath. Another knock, this one more insistent, filled his ears as he staggered away from the door in a panic.

"This isn't real!"

"Daniel, are you alright?"

"Oh, God." His vision wavered and the back of his legs hit the bed before he fell back atop it. His voice. Alexander's unmistakable voice.

"Daniel, are you having nightmares again?"

"Please go away!"

The knob on the door trembled as the man outside attempted to open it against his wishes. Daniel looked wildly about the room for some kind of weapon and he rolled off the bed, nearly falling as he rushed to open the wardrobe against the wall. He flung open the doors, rummaging helplessly though useless items and clothes. The noise of the doorknob became a constant rattle, the sound abnormally getting louder with each passing second. He fell back from the wardrobe, hands clamped over his ears to muffle the wretched sound and yelled until he thought his throat might burst. Then there was only his screams, hitching to a low whimper as he stared at the door.

Everything was still, and sound was almost nonexistent except for his own turbulent heartbeat thumping radically in in his ears. He had to escape, but the only means was the window, and he knew the drop was much too far to survive. Daniel made himself move from his frozen position to search every corner of the room for anything helpful. There was nothing deadly. The sharpest item in the room was the dip pen that sat in a small ink well on the desk. He looked at it with disdain as the helpless feeling built inside him more. His vision wavered and he staggered, overcome by a sudden dizzy spell. He couldn't pass out now. He fell to his knees, hands gripping the side of the bed as his head rested on the mattress. He closed his eyes tight, desperate to halt the drunk like feeling of the room spinning precariously around him.

"Another nightmare, Daniel?" Alexander asked, sounding amused and far too close. Daniel gasped in a deep breath and opened his eyes wide. When he turned his head to look up at the hovering man, he was screaming once more, for what he saw was not an old man, but a creature beyond imagination. His eyes were black as pitch, skin reddish and marred, and his mouth was like looking into the lowest pits of Hell. In his frantic mind, Daniel could only think of a carnivorous maw of a dangerous animal as Alexander lowered closer, clawed hand reaching towards his face. He couldn't make his body move as the cold fingers brushed his fever ridden cheek, the cold of the flesh like a electric shock. "I can take it all away. You need only submit," he promised, hideous face moving ever closer.

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Daniel was still screaming when he woke, legs and arms thrashing in the tangle of blankets on his bed. Threads of the nightmare seemed to follow him and he cursed and fought harder when a cool hand touched his cheek. He wildly slapped it away with a yell, disoriented and lost in his terrorized state. He was held down then with light force and he finally took notice of John's soothing voice trying to calm him. Daniel whimpered and blinked rapidly, gasping for breath as he focused on John's face, the oil lamp on the side table lighting up his concerned expression. His body went limp and he trembled.

"Is all well, Lord?" William asked from the doorway.

"Too dark," Daniel croaked out before John could answer him. "It's too dark in here."

"Bring in more lamps and a few candles," John ordered him without question, and William hurried off to do so. "Daniel, relax" he said softly, easing a little off his body now that he wasn't fighting like a mad man.

"Nightmare... It felt so real." His throat was scratchy and sore as he spoke, body twitching uncontrollably with nervous tremors as he tried to convince himself he was safe.

"You're alright now," John assured him, brushing strands of sweat soaked hair off his face tenderly.

William hurried back in and scattered the lamps and candles throughout the room, lighting each as he went. Daniel allowed himself to relax only then as his room became a warm glow around them, but shame came along with it and he turned his head away from John who was still hovered above him. He still couldn't seem to stop his body from trembling regardless of the lit up environment. He vaguely heard John tell William to make some tea and the soft sound of the door being shut. He stared at the candle on the table, wishing he could forget the nightmare, but it was embedded like a canker in his mind. It had felt so dreadfully real.

"Want to talk about it?" John asked.

"I don't know where to begin," he muttered, eyes fixed on the small flickering flame. "I suppose I should start from the beginning."

"I'm listening," John answered.

Daniel spoke, starting from the excavation when he found the orb and beyond, only stopping when William came in with the tea. He continued on, voice wavering throughout his tale of the horrors of Brennenburg. At points he had to stop, unable to make his voice work, and other times he would speak quickly, eager to rid himself of the guilt that was eating at him. He became aware as he told his story that he could not look at John, fearful he would see horror and disgust on his face. Any sane person should feel that way hearing such dreadful things. John listened, only speaking calmly a few times to ask questions.

Daylight was creeping it's way through the window by the time he reached the end of his story, the candles melted to their bases and the oil lamps long extinguished by John. He went silent, head down on his raised knees like a child that had been caught misbehaving. He was prepared to leave if that's what John wanted him to do. He adored John, and it would be painful, but he was ready still.

"Well, that is quiet a story, Daniel." John mused.

"It's true. Every word, as crazy as it sounds," he said, forcing himself to finally lock eyes with his.

"I have no reason to disbelieve you."

"Aren't you angry with me? Daniel asked. His lips parted as he looked upon the man that had been so good to him these past months, and was shocked to see he looked serene. He was observing Daniel as he always had. There was no fear, no disgust or sadness in his expression.

"Should I be?"

"You...you heard what things I've done. How can you not be?"

"Daniel, I've just heard you tell a story that could have happened to anyone. All human beings are born with the will to preserve their own lives. I can't imagine many would have acted any different in that situation, including myself."

"You make it all sound so rational," Daniel said, feeling weary from the night as he slipped off the bed to look out the window. "What I did was unforgivable. These nightmares are only a small punishment. I should be locked away in the lowest dungeons for all those deaths. Perhaps I deserve even worse."

"I won't allow that." John moved up behind him, the soft press of his body warm and welcoming as his arms came around to hug him almost protectively.

"John.."

"Have you told anyone else of this? " he asked, voice hushed against his ear.

"No. No one until now. I've kept it locked away."

"Good. Tell no one else, Daniel."

"It took so much to reveal it all to you. I do not think I could weather it once more." John kissed his neck, lips like the brush of a feather. "You are much too understanding," Daniel gasped out with the sensation.

"Maybe I am in love," John answered him.

"In...." Daniel turned his head, only to have his lips captured in a kiss so consuming that he felt himself go lightheaded. When their lips parted, he felt at ease once more, the stress of the night melted away.

"Daniel, did I not tell you once before that your past did not concern me?"

"Yes, I remember," he whispered.

"That hasn't changed. The only thing I need be concerned about is helping you get through it and keeping you safe. You will not deny me this, will you?"

"...No."

"Good." John gave him another soft kiss. "I will relieve you of your nightmares."

Daniel was again struck with the similarity to Alexander when he said those words and could not help but shudder with cold remembrance. John did not seem to notice, mistaking it for a tremble of desire. He was being kissed again, John's tongue playing along his in a slow seductive dance. There was a soft knock on his bedroom door, and much too soon John was moving away from him to answer. Still facing the window, Daniel listened to servant and master, not really taking in what was being said. His present concern was the tent in the front of his trousers. He dare not turn away from the window, gripping at the flowing curtain with his eyes tightly closed. His loins throbbed, refusing to go down even as he tried to will it so.

"Daniel, breakfast is ready. Will you come join me?"

"I'll be there shortly," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound as strained as he felt. He heard footsteps behind him and he bit down on his lip. John was there, looking over his shoulder curiously with a soft chuckle.

"I see," he murmured, sounding thoroughly pleased. "That is a problem."

"John, it isn't funny," he rasped.

"No, it's delightful." His voice was rich with desire. "Come down when you are able." John's fingers slid over the hardened bulge. "Lock the door behind me when I go, and think about me while you pleasure yourself." With that he smirked and went out the door, shutting it softly behind him.

AN: Did Daniel do it? Yes he did! :D LMAO. I am such a tease.
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