OMG I'm so ashamed. Almost two weeks since a post. I'm so terribly sorry. I know this won't make up for it but it'll at least help dull the pain a bit... maybe. On a side note ~ now mark the beginning [and ending] of a vision/premonition. Do remember though that the future is a very uncertain thing. 
That is all.
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Mat rejoins the soldiers though it's apparent he's none too happy with George's reluctance to confront Slade about his recent behavior. The young Jedi had assumed that -with things being as they were -his Master would not hesitate given ample opportunity to put that cocky bastard in his place. Somewhere along the way, however, he must have missed something. Perhaps he'd misjudged the tension between them or just simply misread them. Mat's eyes warily drift towards Slade as if terrified the vampire might catch him in the act.
A sharp chill runs down his spine. No... there was no possible way he'd misread the blatant hunger lurking in those cold eyes or the hate and distrust which thusly echoed in George's own seemingly fearless gaze. The young Jedi's eyes widen in revelation. Was... was that it? Was it their own fear of this blonde devil and his hellish power which staid their blades against him? If that was so... then did George fear him as well?
Slade smiles to himself, well aware of Mat's eyes watching his every move, and the young Jedi's innermost thoughts. The vampire, however, doesn't spare the boy a thought at the moment, casually glancing over his shoulder to make sure George isn't lagging too far behind. The Jedi looks up suddenly, their eyes meeting unexpectedly...
~Burning. An entire barren wasteland engulfed in eternal fire. Voices echo though the Force, their cries of pain and agony reduced to nothing but ghostly whispers. Yet they abruptly fall silent, his heart thundering in his ears as the erotic taste of blood suddenly tingles on his tongue. His vision begins to blur simultaneously, unbearable pain numbing his connection to the world around him. What madness was this?
He blinks harshly as if trying to force away the pain, and suddenly a daunting figure clad in white towers above him, facial features distorted just enough to hide the figure's identity. A hand comes forth, fingers stretching out towards him faintly as if beckoning him. He cannot help but be compelled by the simple motion, reaching out to find his hand fitting perfectly into a gentle yet firm hold.
The illusion breaks, and he immediately panics, vainly struggling to pull away and hide from the monster before him. The hold which seemed so inviting moments ago, however, becomes an unrelenting grasp which refuses to let go. A soft yet menacing smile curls cruel lips as the figure moves closer.
"You are mine now, csitri Jetti... for all of eternity..."~
"Eh."
The sharp yet simple sound is enough to break through to George and bring him back to reality. The Jedi's attention immediately jumps to the source of the timely sound, namely Slade, who now walks beside him. The vampire examines the Jedi discretely, effectively appearing aloof and disinterested. The boy wasn't a child anymore. He didn't need someone to tell him his nightmares weren't real even if it was a generous lie. Mortis wasn't just the personification of the monster who haunts the dreams of children afraid of the dark. He was as real as real could get.
Slade sighs silently, his eyes cutting to the side briefly to ease the already smothering tension. Even if he wanted to say something to comfort the boy, he couldn't. He had to push George away, make the boy to hate him. It just had to be done. The Jedi had to learn to be ruthless. Otherwise he wouldn't survive...
"So, my csitri oleni came cryin' to mommy 'bout how the big bad wolf was bullyin' him, did he?" the vampire asks, a dark gleam emerging in the old vampire's eyes which gives away his amusement. Blue eyes shimmering with the faintest traces of gold suddenly lock with George's and the Jedi immediately notices the vampire's increasingly close proximity. "Well, whatcha gonna do 'bout it, Sara Jetti? Punish me?" he adds wickedly.
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Don't be disappointed. This isn't all of it I promise. The rest is much, much longer. But I've got a few more things to add including a Riordan and Kain piece so I'll let you have a go replying at this while I finish up the final parts to this post. 
Vampire Vocabulary:
Sara Jetti: Mother Jedi
