Fear of the Dark by uneide
It wasnt like this.
But the memories came at night, unbidden, shards that dug until they drew blood, deeper then, until they sliced through flesh, and shattered bone.
I dont want to remember it like this.
The pleas, he knew, were useless. Long ago hed ceased to struggle, given it to the muddled consciousness, the syrupy miasma that smothered him, caught in the amber, insectlike. In bed, within the sheets that clung, he felt their contact, almost as though this body were still his his own, relinquished in a fit of desperation.
Five hundred years
Drayton, from my webcomic Blatah!