They were chasing her, her and Akasho. Akasho's body moved beneath her body, strong and fast. Sleek as the night as they raced through the forest. She looked back to gage the distance between her and the creatures. She swallowed hard as Akasho stumbled and they both went down. She'd barely had time to recover and climb to her feet before they were on her. Clawing at her body, biting her...

She woke with a silent scream buried deep in her throat. She felt before she'd ever looked to see Dameon still sleeping soundly beside her. Thankfully she'd not woke him. She sat there, trembling and shaking as she looked around the moonlit room. Fingertips brushed against her head for a moment before she slipped soundlessly from the bed, she wrapped the warm robe about her body as she paced the room.

It'd been happening ever since the night Dameon had returned from their battle with Jupiter. At first, Rea thought them nothing more than the normal stress related headaches, but then it got worse...much worse. Visions accompanied the "headaches." The "headaches" were much more than that, they were painful, near the point that she almost passed out several times. She'd not let on to anyone how much these visions and "headaches" were bothering her, were...worrying her. What was happening to her, and why now?

They'd been growing in force and brutality since her visit to the Coroner's office. She just couldn't figure out what was wrong. She'd always been pride bound, never one to ask for help when she needed it, never one to accept it gracefully when it was offered. She stopped and looked towards the sleeping form of Dameon, a sigh on her lips as she turned to get dressed. She'd promised she'd seek Ness' aid in this, but would he even know what was happening to her? Did anyone? Dressed now, she stood by the window and looked out at the early dawn. A shake of her head and she moved to Dameon's side, her lips brushing briefly and ever so gently over his brow before she slipped from their room and out of the Manor.

She breathed in the gentle morning air, wincing slightly as the reverbrating pains still pounded in her head. A hand reached to steady herself against the sturdy wall of the Manor. Finally having steadied herself enough, she pushed off the wall and headed towards Ness' Lab, in hopes that he was an early riser and was already well at work.

It'd been a relatively short walk across the Compound, and she believed it did her some good. She stopped outside the door to the building, thrown forward with such a force it knocked the wind from her. She paled instantly, her eyes fluttering shut, both hands were braced on the door to Ness' Lab as she fell to her knees, biting back a scream.

They were ripping at her flesh again, she could see strips of it being torn off. She could smell the rancid decay of death. She could feel their claws all over her body. She could feel them biting into her flesh, she could see them.

"No, no, no, please no." She trembled in the arms that held her. Shaking as if she were dreaming. She heard someone's voice, but everything was so groggy. Something was washing over her. What was it? Where was she? What the hell happened to her? She'd been on her way to see Ness and she remembered stopping outside his door because...oh...oh...Her eyes fluttered open to look, almost dazed like at Ness' face. She blinked several times. Feeling quite odd in his arms. Her eyes were a stormy silver as she looked up to Ness, her head shifting slightly as she canted it. Despite the severe pain she'd just suffered, the pain had eased up and she smirked at him. "Hey there handsome."

She'd noted the change in his eyecolors, and carefully canted her head more as she stood with care. She'd seen it happen before, but shaking her head, it hurt to much to think. He was seeing things? Had she projected them? Swallowing hard, she eyed the weird chair and sat down. Blinking at him again, stormy pale silver eyes rested on him.

She looked away from him a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to tell him just everything or to tell him the basics. Pride was an ugly lover as she looked back to him. "I've been having some "headaches." Everyone is most concerned that they are something more than just that." She shrugged a bit and looked away at all the gadgets once again to divert her eyes. "I made a promise to come here, and so here I am." She looked back to him smirking. "Dameon says you can fix me." She nodded mostly to herself as she watched him, hoping against hope that he could not really see the actual depth of these "headaches."

She'd been trying to make a joke of all this. Trying to keep the mood light but Ness had dropped the equivalent of the atomic bomb on her head as she whooshed out a breath at him. Her head still canted, stormy silvers studied him. "Psychic attack? Wait, wait. Hold it. They're just headaches Ness. A look?" Horror flitted over her for a moment, images of him dissecting her brain flittered through foolishly for a second as she felt him move behind her. Felt his hands on her. His voice was settling her. And so she would lean her head back against whatever it was she was leaning back against and she would do as he asked of her. She closed her eyes, fear and panic welling inside her stomach.

He would see now. He would see everything she had been seeing since the night Dameon returned to them. He would see what Rea had been trying to hide. Trying to brush off as nothing more than mere "headaches."

Her body twitched slightly as they came now. In waves and torrents. An army of half-breed creatures chasing her. Coming after her. There were so many of them. Blood already soaked their scaly skins, fresh blood dripping from their fangs. As they chased her, they left a trail of blood everywhere. Rea swore that one of those damn creatures wore the necklace that she'd given to Dameon the night he'd left for the inevitable battle. This time she faltered as she blinked at the necklace, shaking her head. She ran, leaping from tree top to tree top to try and out run them. To try and keep ahead of them. But it was not working.

Her eyes opened suddenly, and instead of the flickering colors that one would be accustomed to with Rea, there was nothing blackness. Pure and utter blackness.

Suddenly, the area within Rea's thoughts turned bright white to Ness, and then faded into pure blackness, which Ness found himself floating in alone, and uncontrollably.

There was no sound. There was no light. There was only Ness' projected self, and a torrent of psychic energy bombarding him for this time that he remained within Reanna's psyche.

"Get out, boy," a familiar voice hissed into Ness' thoughts. "She's MINE now!"

"And tell the dragon that he is next."

It took her a few moments to regain her own bearings. Shaking her head carefully. Fingertips brushing the temples. She blinked several times as stormy silver eyes now looked towards Ness. "Oh no. Ness? Ness are you...what? What about Dameon? What about the "headaches?"

Rea squinted her eyes shut again, head canted as she stood up, rubbing her chilled skin. She wasn't sure she understood but Ness looked extremely freaked out. She looked at him, still tryin to put things together. "What the hell is going on with me Ness?"

She'd noted the changes in the calm, soothing Ness. He'd turned into a panicked, nervous wreck Ness. She crossed her arms over her ample breasts, listening to him.

She nodded when he'd said she was being attacked. This she could accept, she guessed. She had no choice. "Ok. So the beasts have found a way into my mind. What can you...WHAT?!" All color drained from her face. The storm fighting in her eyes only got worse as she blinked at him. "I am what? Jupiter? But but he's dead. Dameon said so. Jon...Jonas gave his life for us. For you all. Jupiter is dead. No." Shaking her head furiously. "No, that cannot be possible Ness." But she knew Ness would never make a joke of such a thing. How? Why? Why the hell was this happening to her?

Concern and worry flashed through her as she watched Ness pale. She chewed on her lower lip, a shakey hand ran through her touseled hair. "Ok, so if he is dead, then how the ... Demon?" She shook her head a minute and then, slowly she started to click the things into place.

Host? Demon? Body? Oh her head was beginning to spin, but what did not make sense, is if this is the case, then why in the hell is this demon thing coming after her?

"Ok, wait slow down. Jupiter is dead. Jonas is dead. Demon still has Jonas' body. Therefor, Demon-inhabited-Jonas' body and now we are going to do what about it? Wait wait, why the hell is this demon thing coming after me then?"

She was baffled. It didn't make sense. Why come after her? Kira was certainly much closer, and if not then Ness was. She...well she was just a girlfriend. Stormy silver eyes settled on Ness.

"Gunslinger dude?" Blinking as she tried to keep up with Ness' chattering. "I'm not the closest one to him, Ness. I'm just his girlfriend. It would make more sense to go after Kira or yourself, no? Kira is his sister."

Torment her? She'd been tormented all her life, what else would be new? So the "headaches" couldn't be stopped. Grand. What the hell is she going to do now? She looked over the many objects in his Lab and sighed. His words echoed in her mind. If Dameon couldn't do it...would she have to? Could she? What were they to do now? "What do we do now?"

This was all so much. So damn much for what she'd deemed, no more than simple "headaches." She nodded to him. Yeah. The Inn. She needed to get out of here to do something to...to something. She stepped out into the breeze, under clouded skies. Stormy silvers looked up. A quiet oath to herself....And if Dameon can't. then I will have to. I won't let it hurt any of you. I promise you. She looked over her shoulder at Ness. "I'll meet you there."

She had to run, she had to let off the panic that was burning deep in her. The storm that raged inside her. She saw Ness nod and off she went, into the now waning night. She leapt from tree to tree, raced along the backroads. At a pace that was near inhumane, a grace that was feline like and the whisper of death surrounded her. She stopped in the tallest tree above the Inn, catching her breath. To much. To little.