The knife was traced across my skin, slowly, leaving a line of blood in its wake. Then, in an instant, it darted sideways, ripping a patch of skin clean.

The first thing I noticed upon waking was that I had been screaming.

Frantically, I switched the light on, pushed the covers off of myself. The searing pain hastened my actions - I needed to stop the bleeding, and fast.

But when I caught sight of my leg, all that remained was a thin white scar. Just a memory. 

I sighed, sitting up. 

"Another nightmare, Little Sis?" asked Ezerion, "You sure do have them a lot." 

I scowled at my companion. He knew fully well what I had been through. Of course I had nightmares. 

Rubbing my eyes, I stood, the wonderfully soft carpet muting the sound of my footsteps until I reached the kitchen. I crept to the fridge on tip-toes, minimizing my contact with the cold tiles, and poured myself a glass of water. 

"What time is it?" i asked, exhaling after taking a long sip.

"Hmm... looks like 5:39 AM," said the Shinigami. 

I sighed. I was still tired, but if it was that late already, there was no point in trying to get more sleep. Instead, I sat cross legged on the bed and turned on the TV. More talk about Azrael, of course, and replays of the footage of his kills. There were even a few videos I had missed. I yawned grumpily. I needed to do something about this guy, and soon...