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The Dream Of Sorrow And Savior	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't know the band Rammstein. Make no profit from this. Purely fiction. Don't own the never ending story which is what its a crossover of. Don't know Muse. Don't own Hellraiser.

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Title: The Dream Of Sadness And Savior

Disclaimer: I do not know Rammstein, purely fiction, I make no profit off this.

Authors note: This story is for a friend of mine. The character I own is Alice (along with the short mention of Myra) and she is in several stories posted already. Paul is half vampire half lycan and if you ask why he's that I'm just going to tell you that its part of a bigger plan (for possible future stories). Alice IS STRANGE, so be nice about her character, she's nothing you've probably ever come across before. She's half cenobite so that makes this a little bit of a Hellraiser crossover. Also, I'd like to add that this story is based off a scene from The Never Ending Story called "The Swamps Of Sadness" and I'd just like to mention that I don't own that either (so I don't get sued). So if you've seen that movie you kind of know what this story is going to look like. Enjoy :D. Also don't know Muse, just used them for the story.

Summary: Paul has a dream about Alice, the woman he loves, even after all the years of not seeing her. Things don't look so bright at first but can Paul save her before she sinks in The Swamps Of Sadness? And can he do it without using his hybrid vampire/werewolf powers?

[Paul's P.O.V. dream]

'It's cold. So cold...�I can actually see my breath leave me as I exhale. It's wet here too, my feet are all muddy. Wait. MUD? Why am I standing in mud with no shoes on? Where am I?' I think as I look down and inspect the damage that the mud has caused on my bare feet. As I look at them I notice something interesting about the pants I'm wearing. These aren't my normal pants I wear...but I know these pants. I had to wear these for months during the Live Aus Berlin Tour, so I know what they look like, especially when the silver in the front is visible. But why am I wearing them? I thought I lost them ages ago...or maybe I threw them out? I don't know. Continuing to stare at them I notice something about the rest of my clothing as well.

'What the hell?' I think as I inspect myself further. I am wearing my outfit from the Live Aus Berlin tour. No wonder it's fucking cold here; this vest is far from warm. Though it does look nice with the sliver in the middle on each side of the zipper to make it match my pants but why am I wearing it? I'm even wearing the chain necklace I wore all those years ago. �'Am I doing a show?' I pondered as I fell even deeper into this dream, forgetting that this wasn't reality.

Inspecting my surroundings I see that I'm nowhere near a stadium. Maybe I'm lost. I'm lost and from the looks of this place it's some sort of forest with fog everywhere. No, not a forest. It's a swamp, with plenty of dead trees; bare to the bark and no leaves to indicate that there is even a little life in them but the moss that covers the trunks says otherwise. Dead weeds are everywhere that the trees aren't. No wonder why I've got mud on my feet. Sniffing, I inhale the cold air and the scent around me. It smells dirty. Mentally I smack myself. Of course it's dirty, it's a SWAMP. It stinks a little bit too. Looking a little further around myself I see something glint in this darkened place. Something a few feet away and hanging from a tree. I step closer to the tree to see what it is.

The sound of mud squishing can be heard from my steps as I shorten the distance between me and the object hidden in the tree. The mud is starting to get all over my pants as I make the trek to the dead-like tree with some sort of swamp vines hanging from it. The chill of the air hits me and reminds me that not only is this vest little protection against the fog and cold air, it's also short and exposes some of my stomach. Wrapping myself with my arms trying to preserve some heat I take the last step and look at what the object is. It's a mirror. �'What�fs a mirror doing out here?' It's oddly shaped in the form of a stop sign and is cracked in the middle with what appears to be rust around the edges of the frame yet the reflective part is completely clean as if nothing had ever touched it.

My eyes gazed at my reflection and I gasped at my hair. I was blonde again! My hair should be brown right now since I haven't dyed it in a long time. And my hair cut...its' exactly how it was all those years ago when I was in Feeling B with Flake. I even look that young...well, not that still don�ft being half vampire half lycan but I usually have to make myself look the age I'm supposed to be if I were human.

I lifted my left hand to touch my hair and stopped when I saw the ring on my ring finger. Hearing movement and seeing something shift in the mirror I spun around quickly, getting ready to bare my fangs and roar if it was an animal looking food and thinking I was the next meal, completely forgetting about the ring on my finger as I did so.

What I saw nearly made my heart stop. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. It's as if someone had taken some morphine and drugged my brain so it wouldn't comprehend what was going on around me. That, or I've taken 57 too many shots of tequila from Till's secret stash. There she was, wearing some red pants with no pockets that went down to her mid-calf, a pink watch was on her right wrist that had hearts around the band, black nail polish, a white zip-up vest that looked exactly like his except for the color and a wedding ring on her left ring finger with a simple diamond that was elegant and graceful in its own way. �'Is she married?' Like myself, she wore no shoes and she looked like she was freezing. Her hair was blue this time instead red like the last time I saw her all those years ago. "Paul?" she asked, sounding like she was asking herself instead of me.

"Alice?" I asked, just to make sure my mind wasn't loosing it.

Her eyes grew wide and she ran to me, arms wide open. I reciprocated and ran to her, arms open. When she came into my arms I felt like I was home and I never want her to be separated from me again. "Paul...WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" and instantly she smacked the back of my head. Ouch. That hurt. I forgot she�fs strong enough to hurt me. Note to self: no matter how Alice acts, looks are deceiving. "DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS? THERE ARE FROGS AND BUGS AND INSECTS AND DIRTY MUD AND SCARY TREES AND ICKY WORMS AND I THINK I STEPPED IN SOME DOG DOOKIE AND ITS COLD AND I LOST MY SHOES AND I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME!" she cried into my shoulder. Oh no. I better get her out of here before she really starts to make a list of everything wrong. And this is ALICE, she could talk about one little thing for 3 hours straight until she says "and then" and goes on about another thing related to that subject. Quickly taking her hand into mine I started to lead her in one direction, hopefully the one to get us out of here.

***

Time passed by as we traveled deeper and deeper into the swamps. Several times I've looked at Alice's watch to see how much time has passed but I keep forgetting that it's broken. She broke it when she tripped over a snail a while ago. That and I keep trying to figure out who's face is on the watch and why she has a picture of that man on her watch. But I don't dare ask her, I'm busy trying to find a way out of here and I need to concentrate so we don't end up traveling in circles and plus, she looks like she's in no mood to talk. Maybe she was too scared to think straight. I kept trying to think positive: trying to think of which direction would get us both home.

The next thing I knew, Alice had stopped, making me jerk to a stop myself. Slowly I turned around to face her. I blinked several times. She just stood there, starring off into space, her face grim. "Come on, Alice," I whispered gently. I hadn't noticed that we'd started getting deeper into the mud and since she's smaller than me she was already half way in. Taking a quick look around I noticed that we'd come to a spot where there were muddy water puddles now instead of just wet dirt. When she didn't move or say anything my mind started to slow down and wonder what was wrong with her. "What's the matter? What's wrong?" I asked gently, slowly trying to pull her with me as I said so. But when she still did not budge I started pulling a little harder. Still she remained still. "Come on Alice!" I repeated, tugging with some more force and even tapping into my abnormal strength to help me. Still she did not move. Maybe she was just playing with me, she always did like to play around. "What's the matter?" This time her eyes shifted to look at me and then at the mud that she was in. I chuckled a little bit at this. Maybe her foot had gotten caught. "I understand." I walked around to her side, still holding her hand. The next step I took I'd sunk into a deeper puddle and now the murky water was coming to my chest. "It's too difficult for you..."

Right as I said that she'd started mumbling to herself and started sinking. My eyes grew wide. "I can't live without Paul...I can't live without him. What if I never get to see him again? What if he finds someone else he loves? What if something bad happens to him? If he got hurt and something bad happened I wouldn't be able to live..." she mumbled, somehow completely forgetting I was even there with her.

I started to panic. I have to get her out of here NOW! "Alice, YOU'RE SINKING! COME ON! TURN AROUND! YOU HAVE TO NOW!" I shouted as I moved my body around hers, pulling her by the arm I held, trying to get her to move and stop her from sinking. She looked so vulnerable that I actually believed she, someone who has tried countless methods of suicide and failed, would actually drown and never come back to life. �'NO! I can't lose her again! I will NOT lose her!' Still she mumbled things to herself, tears falling from her face as she thought of horrible thoughts like me never loving her and if I died she wouldn't be able to live on. I moved back to the spot where she'd first stopped me and looked at her eyes, pleading for her to hear me. Pleading that she fight this-whatever this is! It must be the swamp that's doing it! Alice would never get this serious without some sort of motivation behind it. "COME ON! ALLLLIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEE!" I screeched her name. Now I was the one with tears falling to the filthy water and be lost for eternity. I pulled and pulled and pulled, using my full strength to try and get her to take a step closer to me so I could help her. Now she was sinking even faster the more I tried pulling her out. Her head was the only part left of her that was visible now besides that arm I was pulling. "Fight against the sadness, Alice!"

Thoughts of losing Alice forever started to enter my mind. If she were to fall in love with someone else I could go on because I know it would make her happy. If she said we could only be friends instead of picking up our love where we left off that day I left her to go back to Germany I could live with that because I'd know that's what she wants. But to know she'd died and I couldn't save her and if she'd died thinking I didn't love her at all, I couldn't live with that. As these thoughts traveled through me I realized I was sinking as well. Before I sunk even lower I walked closer to her and grabbed her face with my hands and made her stare into my eyes. "Alice, please," I begged, "you're letting the sadness of the swamps get to you. You have to try...you have to care...for me," I caressed her face trying to make her see me and feel my presence. "You're my Alice...I love you.." and still no response. By now her chin was touching the water and her face was completely wet from tears. I backed up and pulled her arm again. "ALICE! YOU CRAZY CENOBITE! YOU GOT TO MOVE OR YOU�fLL ACTUALLY DIE! Move, please..." I begged, my voice catching in my throat. These tears that I released tasted salty on my tongue and I could not care anymore if they were made of acid.

The more she didn't move the more I sunk into the darkness of this swamp and it pained me more now than ever. I'm supposed to protect her. I'm supposed to make sure she feel's loved and right now she's closer to death and eternal suffering than what her father could possibly give her, the fucked up Cenobite that he is. Even my strength is useless against this swamp. It's like I'm mortal�chuman. How can I save her??? I thought of anything I could say to keep her up since now her nose is starting to disappear. Quickly I shouted, "I WONT GIVE UP! I WONT QUIT! ALICE! PLEASEEEEE! I wish I had some fucking rope to pull you in like a fucking cowboy! FUCK!!!!!!!!"

Then I felt her hand actually grip mine and her brown eyes, which were nearly at the water, started to blink and they gazed into mine. I pulled harder on her hand and she started to fight against the watery mud, against the sadness. I kept shouting that I wouldn't give up and that I wouldn't quit on her and the more I shouted it the more she responded until her head was fully above the water. "PAUL!" she shouted at me. "Paul, don't let me go! Please don't let me go! Please tell me that you love me! That you need me!"

"I love you! I need you! Alice, don't leave me! Don't let this swamp take you from me! I NEED YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

And in mere seconds, she was free from the swamp and so was I as we held each other tightly, never letting the other go.
After crying to each other and whispering over and over how we love each other I picked her up and let her have a piggy back ride. If I could keep her from touching the swamp ground as much as possible, I could prevent another attack from it at her. The only reason I sunk was because I can't stand the thought of losing her the way she was going. I can't stand the thought of losing her anymore period.

***

Time passed as if it was a blurry painting and I had to use 3D glasses to try and decipher its meaning. Since I could neither tell if it was night or day out because of this thick fog I had no clue how far we'd actually gone or if we were lost completely. I was just about to sit and rest on a nearby tree trunk, even though that's dangerous because what if I dropped her, when I took a step and it didn't feel like watery gooey mud. No, this was different. More..firm. The texture was rough and less gooey and more rock-like. Looking around and into the distance I had to blink a lot to make sure my eyes did not deceive me. Maybe 200 feet away I saw what looked like a change in land, or scenery. Maybe a speck of color too if I'm correct.

Hearing Alice snore while sleeping on my back, I continued to head in the direction of the new scene. It's no use trying to wake the woman up anyway, nothing can wake her up except the smell of candy and food. In that order. With a side of Root Beer. Her poor sister Myra probably has to force her to brush her teeth after every meal.

Closer and closer we came to what appeared as dry land, the earth beneath my feet changing as solid ground became apparent. There was green grass and living trees that flourished with bright colored leaves. Even the sun had started to peak out and shine directly on the change of land to emphasize the end of the swamp.

I was nearly out of breath by the time I made it to the solid ground. I briefly wondered if Alice's �'sleeping attachment' problem still existed like Doom's. The man still can't be moved once he falls asleep, stupid demon-cenobite half breed. That is, unless we can get Till to drag his ass somewhere else. Testing out my theory I was proven right when I tried to detach Alice's arms from around my neck. Nothing. It was like trying to remove a pole from cement. How the hell am I going to wake her ass up?

Glancing at her watch I knew exactly what would wake her up�cand I was dreading it. But she's getting heavy and I need to sit down! Have you tried sitting down with a half cenobite attached to your back? Probably not, and you don't want to. I took a deep breath. Its' now or never. "Alice...who's the guy on your watch?"

Her head sprung up so fast that she knocked me in the back of my head. Her reaction was almost like that of a Ninja Turtle to the word �'pizza'. "YOU DON'T KNOW?" she asked, her voice filled with awe. Oh no. I've done it. "You don't know who Mathew Bellamy is???? He's the lead singer of Muse!" Oh thank god! I know who that is. Now I don't have to listen to her talk about him for 3 hours.

"Oh him! Ja, I know who he is. Good music. But I wanted to tell you that we've made it out of the swamp."

She tilted her head to the side. Then straightened it up again. Then tilted it again and repeated the process for about 10 minutes before she said, "Ok," and surprisingly dropped the subject.

I was tired from the long walk so I laid down on the soft grass and enjoyed the sunshine that flowed on my skin, warming me up. The next thing I knew she had licked my face and spat in it. "Alice, why did you lick me and spit in my face?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Cuz you taste like mud and I thought it was chocolate. Paul..." I looked into her currently pink eyes, noticing how bright they were. It's been a long time since her eyes changed to pink, at least it has for me. "Thank you. You saved me." She kissed my lips lightly. I remembered what emotion pink was in her eyes: it was love. "I love you Paul."

"I love you Alice...I always have, always will."

With gentle and light touches she moved her hands all over my back, feeling the fabric of my vest as she kissed me. Returning the favor I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her back, feeling her skin as my hands traveled between her vest and pants. It was just as smooth as I remembered it. Closing my eyes I enjoyed the sensations of her lips playing with mine. She was my light. Hehe. �'Sonne' has more meaning to it right now for me than it has ever before.

As if on cue I felt a sharp slap on my ass, making me jerk my eyes open wide and stare at her. Her face held a sneaky smile as she looked up at me and groped my sore butt. "How-how did you do that?" I asked her.

"Do what?" she asked innocently, but I could see the playful minx that she was dance behind her eyes.

"How'd you know I was thinking of �'Sonne'?"

"Oh you were thinking of that? No wonder I saw a lady smacking your sexy naked ass. I can read minds now." And without giving me time to ask more questions she pulled me back down to her face and kissed me with a hunger that matched my own.

It's been so long since I'd tasted her and right now my senses seemed intensified as our mouths made love on their own. Heat poured from her and I gobbled it up like a hungry beast. The smell of her arousal was in the air and I can't deny Alice what she wants. I never could. "Paul, love me," she whispered in my ear the moment she broke free from my hungry lips.

Slowly I unzipped her vest and removed it from her body, lightly skimming my fingers over her flesh. Copying my actions she removed my vest and touched my skin lightly with her small hands. The slight friction she was creating made my blood go south and make my dick erect. "Alice are you sure-"

"Paul stop talking," she cut me off as she kissed me again and finished removing my clothing from me. As soon as my pants were gone her hand found my hardened flesh and slowly wrapped around it, playing with it as if she owned it herself. I couldn't help but let out a moan as she pumped her hand. "Do you like it when I touch you?" she asked, her voice seductive.

"Ja..." I said. My brain was too busy to think about things like long coherent-oh lord she just sped up her pace! Every stroke was almost too good. I have to stop this before she makes me cum! If I'm going to cum it's going to be inside her! "Alice! I think you forgot something!" I said, grasping her hand to stop the movement. This woman was wicked with her hands.

"Like what?" she said, honestly confused.

"Uh...you're pants?"

"Oh! Well that's not fair!" quickly she discarded the red fabric from her body and I was left to view a completely nude Alice. Her body hasn't changed at all: smooth curves, soft skin, beautiful breasts, fair skin and a gaze so alluring that my erection was pointing straight in her direction. Damn the woman for being so good at this! The look of innocence returned to her face. "Make love to me Paul." Nodding my head in agreement I did as she wished.

Laying her down onto the soft grass I watched as the sun's rays made her skin glow beautifully. I had to catch my breath at the sight. Leaning down I captured her lips again in a slow sensual kiss. No need to rush things, we had all the time in the world. Feeling her wrap her arms around me as we kissed I couldn�ft help but feel like I was home.

Snaking one hand into her hair I played with a few strands, noticing the softness of each individual strand. My other hand slowly made its way down her body, past her breasts which I lightly touched and earned me a small gasp as I continued past her stomach and reached the apex of her legs, touching her sensitive, moist heat. Almost whimpering as her tongue danced with mine she lightly moved her hips to make more friction between us.

Moving my fingers lightly over her sensitive nub back and forth I earned a loud gasp as her eyes focused on mine, concentrating only on me. The feel of her moist pussy on my hand with the added scent of her arousal made my abandoned hardness momentarily forgotten until it twitched with eagerness. Removing my hand from her warmth put it to my mouth and tasted her sweetness, the flavor sending jolts of electricity flowing through me.

Kissing her again on the neck I made my hands touch all over her body, knowing how she loved being simply touched. Touching was so powerful to her that it could make her body go into a frenzy. As she returned every one of my kisses I placed myself right at her entrance, ready to bring her to that hot peak of perfection that I wished to join with her. Gazing into each other's eyes I slowly sank inside her, feeling her wetness wrap around me. My breathing became shallow as I forced myself to be calm and not start fucking her six ways to Sunday. She wanted to make love and I was going to give her what she wants.

Slowly I started a steady pace, making sure to time my movements just right. With each gentle thrust I earned more sweet delicious moans and whimpers from my love. Soon she started to lift her hips a little higher to meet my thrusts, making it seem as if we were dancing the dance of love. "Paul..." she moaned, over and over again, making my urge to speed up become a little stronger.

She felt so warm, so deliciously warm inside. Keeping my gaze on her face I watched as her face made little changes in her expressions for every move I made. They varied from loved, to pure ecstasy to passionate. Again I slid inside her, the burning urge in my loins building, making my muscles strain with concentration. Her tight, wet pussy felt so good as she involuntarily convulsed around my aching cock. Gently I take one hand and run it over her right breast, feeling it's hardened tip. Using my thumb I lightly rub her peak and observe her reactions as she quivers beneath me. Eyes open, mouth agape, breathing heavy: she loves it.

Not being able to take the torture much longer I increase the pace, earning my name from her tender lips again. "Paul!" she cries out. Taking both hands I make sure to wrap her legs around my hips and thrust as if our lives depend on it, each stroke bringing us that much closer to our complete unity. She's so close its driving me- oh fuck she's cumming! "PAUL! Paul! Paul..." she chants my name over and over as my frantic thrusts combined with her intense orgasm make me join her in seconds as the white hot lighting of the experience makes me blind for several moments.

Gaining back my sight I realize that I've lain next to her and I'm watching her cry. "Why are you crying Alice?" I ask, confused by her actions.

She smiles at me in return, tears still sliding down her face. "I love you Paul. You always make me happy. You save me over and over again every time we're together."

And before I could say anything else to her, I was jolted awake, an angry Christoph staring at me with an empty glass in his hand and me covered in what appeared to be water. I was dreaming? "I have a feeling that a certain Cenobite was dreaming about you Paul, and I'm pretty sure it's not Myra. I hate you right now."

"Why?" was all I could ask in my confusion.

"Because I NEVER want to have another sex dream about YOU!" and with that he stormed off into his hotel room that was adjoined with mine. If Doom was dreaming about what I think he was dreaming about, does that mean...?

THE END

AN: Just for those of you who don't understand the ending, Doom is psychically linked to Alice and Myra through dreams because, in this fanfiction, he's half Cenobite like them. So if Alice, or Doom or Myra have a dream, the other two will sometimes have the same dream only in their own bodies. Does that make any sense? Probably not...comments?
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