Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams ❯ The Dream ( Chapter 1 )

Dreams

By Takhisis

Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did Artemis and Drizzt would be more then Rivals.

Artemis Entreri was a simple man. Well, as simple as a professional assassin could be. He enjoyed simple things, like watching the sunset, eating his favorite foods and killing, of course. He also enjoyed sleeping; sleep was a brief respite from the chaotic, stressful world Entreri was forced to endure during waking hours. At least it had been. Lately his sleep had been anything but restful; for the past several weeks Artemis' sleep had been filled with dreams. Not that he hadn't dreamed before, he had, but not like this. These dreams were strange, disturbing, even frightening, although he was loath to admit it.

The dreams were all relatively the same: Artemis was alone in a dark place, a long hall maybe. He felt at peace, happy... when out of the darkness came a pair of glowing, violet orbs. At first they didn't seem like eyes but then realization would hit him; it was Drizzt, his unwilling rival.

Then would come rage; that bloody elf followed him everywhere! It never occurred to Entreri that he might be the one doing the following. The darkness would shift then and he could see Drizzt. The elf was always smiling at him, glowing eyes filled with warmth and happiness. What did the fool have to be happy about? This was Entreri's dream; he should be dying a slow and painful death, not smiling.

At first the dream had ended there, with Drizzt standing and smiling. But lately it had continued: Drizzt would stride towards him across an impossibly long distance, Blackness swirling around him like cloak, to stand in front of Artemis. His first instinct was to go for his weapons, to cut this evil elf down, but he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. Then he would attempt to scream curses at his most hated foe, but his mouth too did not work, nothing did, he couldn't even blink to shut the obnoxious drow out.

And then the elf would be inches from him, still smiling that deceptive smile. By then Artemis would be panicking. Would the elf kill him? What could he do? Nothing, he could do nothing. Drizzt, however, had no such difficulties. Now came the strangest most disturbing part of the dream: As Artemis stood, frozen and angry, Drizzt lifted his slender ebony hands to the assassins face. Slowly he would slide them through Entreri's hair before wrapping his arms around Entreri's neck. By now Entreri was more confused then angry. What was the crazy drow doing? Hugging him? Of course not, more likely he was preparing to drive a dagger through Artemis' spine. Unfortunately for poor, confused Artemis Entreri, Drizzt was indeed hugging him. And the elf didn't stop there; after a moment of simple embrace, Drizzt pulled back slightly and while staring eerily into Artemis' eyes, kissed him full on the mouth. It was never a quick kiss either; it was long and slow and deep. With Drizzt sliding his tongue into Entreri's mouth and nipping playfully at the assassins lower lip. And then, after what seemed an eternity, Drizzt would pull away. To his profound horror Artemis always felt a terrible burning loss when Drizzt's lips left his. And as the slender elf walked away into the darkness, he felt as if everything beautiful and right in the world was walking away with him. And maybe it was.

And there the dream ended. It never went any further. Sometimes Artemis wondered if wanted it to continue, what would the elf do next? Would he explain himself? Justify his actions? Artemis doubted it; the elf never seemed to need justification. He, Artemis Entreri was always the one at fault; he was the evil one, the one obsessed. But he wasn't obsessed, he told himself. He simply wanted to prove he was the better of the two. The thought that maybe, maybe, his feelings for Drizzt ran deeper never crossed Entreri's mind.

Each and every night the dream came to him. And Each and every time he cursed the drow for haunting him so, for making him feel such things. Until, finally, he decided the only conceivable course of action was to hunt the drow down - again - and demand an explanation. Two weeks after the first dream, Artemis Entreri set out to put an end to the loathsome dreams once and for all, on a quest to rescue his sanity. Would he find it? It was doubtful, there wasn't much left to find.

End

I would really love to hear what you think. I'm not really were this came from…it just happened. I hope I didn't kill any ones brain cells.