In Lilith’s mind, unicorns neighed, high and scared, and rainbows melted into small colorful puddles on the muddy ground.
Her bedroom faded in and out of focus. For a few seconds it was real and she was alive and breathing and moving the covers off her and feeling cold, and then she was numb again, in a frozen still silent world where only unicorns moved, stumbling in a panic, and rainbows died glorious glittering deaths.
She wanted to stay in bed, where it was nice and warm and comfy, and if she took sleeping pills maybe she wouldn’t have the dreams.
The unicorns kept neighing at her. They wouldn’t shut up. Stupid unicorns, with their horns and their manes and their affinity for virgins.
She didn’t like people who had affinities for virgins. Or people who gave her scary weird dreams that were probably an omen or something. Man, she hated that shit. Sometimes it was freaky transparent little girls, showing her pictures of their mothers dying in a fire, or sometimes it was still unmoving waterfalls in a hot flat dreamscape, and now it was melty rainbows and screaming unicorns, and she was just really tired of it all, and she just wanted to sleep for once. Maybe have a nice dream about some hot dude. But noooooo. It was always with the weird surreal things and the metaphors and all.
Lilith stretched, and the real world came more into focus. She willed the dream world away. Back, back, damn unicorns.
They didn’t listen.
The windows were all frosted up and it was so cold, and maybe she should have gotten out her winter pajamas, but she didn’t. And anyway the bed was all warm once she’d been in it for a while. It was just that getting up was like being yanked out of a nice warm soft dark place into harsh light and cold open space, and now she knew why babies cried when they were born.
She smoothed out the covers on her bed and thought about babies and whinnying unicorns and dying rainbows.
She’d have to tell Elizabeth.
It was so dark all the time, with the constant snowing and the low gray clouds, and she would have killed to see a bit of sun. But the sun wasn’t coming out today. It was possible that the sun would never come out again, that the sun would be eaten by evil werewolves, and then they’d all be frozen and dead. Except for the unicorns.
The unicorns would be all right, the cheeky little virgin loving buggers.
Elizabeth and Preston were training, just like she knew they would be. They were disciplined. They believed in hard work and sweat and blood and all those sorts of things, things that she just wasn’t into. But they let her hang with them, because she was pretty good at hunting, because she could eat a shark whole and they thought that was pretty cool, because she’d once ripped out an evil fairy’s throat all on her own, and the fairy hadn’t even had time to turn into one of those blobby little things with wings. Man, she hated when they did that, because then the fairies would use her instincts against her and she’d feel like she’d have to chase the blobby little thing and she’d get distracted and then the fairies would laugh at her.
She hated fairy laughter.
“Hey guys. Thought I should come tell you that these screaming unicorns have invaded my mind, and I dreamed about them running around neighing mournfully while rainbows slowly and majestically collapsed into many colored puddles, and the world stopped moving and everyone stopped breathing and it was frozen and cold forever and ever. Thought you might want to know.”
Lilith heard the thwack of Elizabeth’s kicks on the training dummy, the crash of the stone block as Preston chopped it in half.
“Yeah? Screaming unicorns? What were they screaming about?”
Elizabeth didn’t stop kicking. Kick kick kick slam. Elizabeth didn’t have to worry about fairies turning into the little blobby things with wings, because even if they did, she’d still kick the crap out of them.
“I’m pretty sure they were screaming about the Gotterdamerung. The twilight of the gods. You know. The end of the world. Evil werewolves eating the sun, all that sort of thing. I think it was a message. I think the unicorns want us to stop it.”
Elizabeth stopped kicking.
Seth had never been to the swanky high class bar in town before, but there’s a first time for everything. For now. In a few days it’d be the last time for everything. Last time to have to listen to Sarah nagging him. Last time to have to explain his work to the administrators at the lab. Last time to have to eat waffles.
“So what’ll you have, mister?”
“I’ll take a Four Horsemen. And Hell Follows.”