"Spark..." Craven's voice made me tense in my sleep.
I could feel his presence closing in. Winding through time and darkness to reach me.
The incubus could always find me when I slept.
I felt him drawing nearer and I couldn't fight my way out of the peace of slumber. Another of Craven's talents.
I was suddenly flipped onto my back. I opened panicked eyes. Straining to get out of the dream state and confront him. Feeling the usual terror because I knew I wouldn't be able to see him or touch him.