#thevisionscall

Written by @Sox_Goose_Tech

The night was unnaturally quiet. Vishous sat alone in his room, his gloved fingers tapping rhythmically against the arm of his chair. The usual hum of the mansion, the low buzz of his Brothers moving about, was strangely absent. It was as if the silence itself pressed in on him, thickening the air and amplifying every soft sound. Outside the window, the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything, bathing the room in cold light.

He shifted in his chair, restless. The fire in the hearth crackled, its heat failing to reach him, a thin layer of sweat slicking his skin beneath his clothes. There was something about tonight that felt off. Wrong. The weight of it settled into his bones, making him twitchy, on edge. His gift — the curse of his visions — had been silent for days, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something big.

He sighed, dragging a hand through his short, dark hair. The scent of leather and smoke lingered in the air, the familiar smells of his room, but there was an undercurrent of something else now. Something faint, like the lingering scent of jasmine mixed with the sharp tang of iron. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it set his teeth on edge.

And then it hit him.

A sharp, searing pain knifed through his temple. He gasped, the sound catching in his throat as the world around him tilted violently. His vision blurred, the edges of the room darkening as if someone had snuffed out the light. The pounding in his head grew louder, deafening, until it drowned out everything else — the crackle of the fire, the whisper of the wind outside. He was being pulled under, deeper into something he couldn’t control.

The scent of jasmine intensified, thick and cloying, wrapping around him like a vice. His heart hammered in his chest, the taste of smoke and something metallic filling his mouth. He blinked, trying to focus, but the room had dissolved into nothingness. The mansion, his Brothers — everything was gone. All that remained was the darkness and the oppressive weight of it pressing down on him, suffocating him.

A flicker of light appeared in the distance, faint and fragile like the last breath of a dying flame. He was drawn to it, instinctively moving forward, though he couldn’t feel the ground beneath his feet. The light pulsed softly, casting long shadows that twisted and danced, almost as if they were alive. The air around him was thick with the scent of something sweet and dangerous, a mix of exotic spices that set his blood humming.

And then he saw her.

She emerged from the shadows, her form half-concealed by the darkness that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair, dark as the void around her, cascaded down her back in loose waves, her pale skin gleaming like moonlight. She moved with an unnatural grace, her body fluid and seductive, each step pulling him deeper into her orbit.

His breath caught in his throat. His heart stuttered in his chest as their eyes met, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. Her eyes were dark, fathomless, filled with something he couldn’t name—desire, danger, maybe both. She was beautiful, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Something darker. Something that made his blood run cold even as it stirred something primal in him.

She smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips that sent a shiver down his spine. "I’ve been waiting for you," she said, her voice low and throaty, the words curling around him like smoke, intoxicating and thick. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. His body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if he were trapped in a dream.

Or a nightmare.

He took a step toward her, compelled by some invisible force that he couldn’t fight. The shadows seemed to part for her, swirling around her legs like living things, brushing against her skin before dissolving into the air. The closer he got, the more he could feel the heat radiating off her, a sharp contrast to the coldness of the room—or wherever he was. It didn’t feel like reality anymore.

Her hand lifted slowly, fingers delicate yet commanding as they reached out toward him. The air between them crackled with energy, a pulse that vibrated through his bones. He wanted to pull back, to resist the pull, but he couldn’t. Her power was like a drug, seeping into his veins, making his head spin and his heart race. He could feel her inside him, crawling under his skin, whispering dark promises into his mind.

"Come closer," she whispered. Her voice was liquid temptation, smooth and dangerous, slipping past all his defenses. He moved toward her, his body acting on its own accord, his gloved hand reaching out as if to touch her. The scent of jasmine was overwhelming now, mixed with something earthier, more primal. It filled his lungs, thick and heavy, clouding his thoughts.

He wanted her. The realization hit him hard, a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just lust — it was something deeper, something darker. A hunger that gnawed at him, a need that clawed at his insides. She was the embodiment of every dark desire he’d ever had, every twisted thought he’d buried deep down. And she was calling to him, pulling him closer to the edge.

The ground beneath his feet was soft, almost liquid, but he didn’t care. His senses were overwhelmed by her—her scent, her voice, the heat of her presence. His hand hovered just inches from her skin, the air between them charged with an electric tension. He could feel it, the pull of her power, the darkness that wrapped around her like a shroud.

But just as his fingers were about to touch her, the vision shattered.

Vishous was slammed back into reality, his body jerking violently as if he’d been yanked from the edge of a cliff. He gasped, sucking in a breath as the familiar surroundings of his room came rushing back. The fire was still crackling in the hearth, the scent of leather and smoke filling the air. But his body was drenched in sweat, his heart racing, and the echo of her voice still lingered in his mind, soft and deadly.