Bloodlines AU/Future(?): In which, the guilt, despair and memories of Sydney, combined with his reuse of spirit, make Adrian start hallucinating her.
His entire body was shaking as he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes trained solely on her molten gold ones. Was it just him or they seemed unusually bright; too bright to be possible; brighter than he remembered?
"You’re not real. I know you’re not real. You’re in my head."
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Adrian, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
"You’ve read Harry Potter?" he asked, surprised.
She gave him a mellow smile and responded, “Spark Notes.”
He chuckled, shaking his head, remembering Prisoner No. 24601.
“That’s my line, Sage.”
Her smile vanished as she cupped his face, looking him right in the eye. Her gaze was so cold and brutal that he found himself reeling back.
"Well, obviously. Everything I’m saying is your line, Adrian. I’m not real.”
Heart slowly breaking