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Scarlett's body ached like she'd been hit by a truck. Every muscle screamed as she rolled over, squinting at the morning light creeping through her curtains. Her dreams from last night felt like a hangover—fuzzy around the edges but leaving behind this weird heaviness she couldn't shake.

Sure, watching Claire get what she deserved had felt good. Really good. But now? Now she just felt drained, like something had sucked all the energy right out of her.

That guy though. The one with the white hair.

Scarlett pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to clear the image of those silver eyes from her mind. They'd looked so real, so... alive. Not like the blurry faces she usually saw in her dreams.

"Get it together," she muttered, forcing herself out of bed. "It was just a dream. Just another stupid dream."

Her reflection in the mirror told a different story. Dark circles hung under her eyes like bruises, and her skin looked almost gray in the early morning light. Great. Just what she needed—to look as dead as she felt.

The smell of pancakes drifted up from downstairs, and Scarlett's stomach turned. Food was the last thing she wanted, but she knew her mom would worry if she didn't show up for breakfast. So she pulled on her uniform—the same boring navy skirt and white button-up she wore every day—and covered it with her favorite oversized hoodie. The soft, worn fabric felt like armor against the world.

Her feet dragged as she made her way downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The kitchen light was on, casting warm yellow light into the dim hallway. Her mom stood at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes.

"Morning, Mom," Scarlett said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mom turned, and Scarlett's heart dropped. The bruise on her mom's cheek was worse than yesterday—deeper purple now, spreading across her pale skin like spilled ink. Her mom tried to hide it with makeup, but nothing could cover the slight swelling.

"Morning, sweetheart!" Her mom's voice was too bright, too cheerful. Like if she just smiled hard enough, everything would be okay. "I made your favorite—blueberry pancakes."

Scarlett wanted to scream. Wanted to ask why they were still here, why her mom kept forgiving him, why they had to pretend everything was fine when it so clearly wasn't. But the words stuck in her throat, trapped behind years of learned silence.

"Thanks," she managed instead, sliding into her usual seat at the small kitchen table. The wood was scratched and worn, marked with memories of better days.

Her mom watched her pick at the pancakes, worry creasing her forehead. "You look tired, honey. Are you sleeping okay?"

No, Scarlett wanted to say. No, I'm not sleeping okay. I'm losing myself in dreams where I torture my bullies, and now there's this weird guy showing up, and everything feels wrong. Instead, she just shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... school stuff."

"Those girls still giving you trouble?" Her mom's voice softened, and something in Scarlett's chest ached at the concern there.

"It's nothing," Scarlett mumbled, pushing a piece of pancake around her plate. "I can handle it."

Her mom reached across the table, her cool fingers brushing Scarlett's wrist. "You know you can talk to me, right? About anything."

Scarlett looked at her mom's hand—at the fading yellow bruise around her wrist that matched the one on her cheek. What right did she have to complain about school bullies when her mom was living through her own private hell?

"I know," she lied, forcing a smile. "I should get going. Don't want to be late."

Her mom's face fell slightly, but she nodded. "Okay, honey. Have a good day. And remember—"

"I'm stronger than I think," Scarlett finished for her. It was her mom's favorite thing to say, even if neither of them really believed it anymore.

The walk to school felt longer than usual. Maybe it was the weight of exhaustion dragging at her feet, or maybe it was just dread making every step feel like she was walking through mud. The morning was quiet, just the sound of gravel crunching under her shoes and—

"Hey! Crestwood girl!"

Scarlett jumped, her heart lurching into her throat. She spun around to find a guy jogging toward her, his blonde hair messy like he'd just rolled out of bed. He wore a different uniform—dark blue blazer with silver trim instead of Crestwood's black and gold.

"Sorry!" He grinned as he caught up to her, not even slightly out of breath. "Didn't mean to scare you. I'm Liam. I've seen you walking this way before."

Scarlett stared at him, trying to process what was happening. No one talked to her on her way to school. No one talked to her, period. Unless they were making fun of her.

"Um," she said brilliantly, her social skills rusty from lack of use.

"You don't talk much, huh?" His smile was easy, genuine in a way that made her suspicious. "That's cool. I talk enough for two people anyway. My mom says I never learned when to shut up."

Scarlett's mouth twitched, almost like she wanted to smile but wasn't sure how anymore. She kept walking, and to her surprise (and mild horror), Liam fell into step beside her.

"So," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Crestwood, huh? Must be nice. All fancy and stuff." He wrinkled his nose. "We've got mold in our cafeteria that's probably older than the school itself. Pretty sure it's evolved enough to start teaching classes soon."

A small laugh escaped before Scarlett could stop it. She quickly ducked her head, letting her dark hair fall forward like a curtain.

"I made you laugh!" Liam sounded way too proud of himself. "Mission accomplished."

"I wasn't..." Scarlett started to protest, but her voice came out all scratchy from disuse. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I wasn't laughing."

"Sure you weren't." He grinned, and something about it made her chest feel weird. Not bad-weird, just... different. "So, what's your name? Unless you want me to keep calling you Crestwood girl."

She hesitated. Names had power—that's what all the stories said. But this wasn't a dream, and Liam was just... a guy. A weirdly friendly guy who probably had some ulterior motive she hadn't figured out yet.

"Scarlett," she mumbled finally.

"Scarlett," he repeated, like he was trying it out. "Nice. Very mysterious. Like a character from one of those dark academia books."

She glanced at him sideways. "You read dark academia?"

"Ha! No way. My sister's obsessed though. Won't shut up about some book with a clock and orange trees or whatever."

"The Secret History?"

"That's the one!" He snapped his fingers. "See? I knew you were the bookish type. You've got that whole..." he waved his hand vaguely at her, "brooding intellectual thing going on."

Scarlett tugged at her hoodie sleeves, suddenly self-conscious. "I don't brood."

"Everyone broods a little." He shrugged. "Some people just make it look cooler than others."

They reached the intersection where their paths split. Liam stopped, adjusting his bag strap. "Well, this is me. East Haven's that way." He pointed down the street that branched off to the right. "Maybe I'll see you around, Scarlett the Mysterious Brooding Reader?"

She should say something. Thank him for talking to her, maybe. Or at least goodbye. But her tongue felt tied in knots, and all she managed was a small nod.

He didn't seem to mind. With another easy smile and a little wave, he headed off toward his school, leaving Scarlett standing there feeling... weird. Kind of warm, but also like she might throw up. Was this what normal social interaction felt like? No wonder she avoided it.

The rest of her walk to school was quiet, but her head was loud with thoughts. Why had he talked to her? What did he want? People like that—bright, friendly, actually nice—they didn't just talk to people like her for no reason.

School was just as awful as always.

In gym class, Claire and her gang—Brittany, Lila, and Ava—wouldn't leave her alone. They cornered her by the lockers, throwing their usual insults.

"Nice hoodie, Hayes. Which dumpster did you find that in?" Claire smirked.

Scarlett kept her head down, biting her lip to keep quiet.

"Aw, look at her, she's sad," Lila added, voice dripping with fake concern.

Their laughter followed Scarlett as she walked away, her nails digging into her palms. By the time the bell rang, she felt ready to explode.

When she got home that afternoon, she was a mess. She didn't even take off her shoes, just dragged herself upstairs and threw her bag on the floor. The whole day felt like a weight on her chest.

She fell onto her bed and let out a shaky breath, grabbing her blanket tight.

"They'll pay," she whispered. "They'll all fucking pay."

That night, as she fell asleep thinking about lucid dreaming, she could still hear their laughter and see their sneering faces. Claire's mean voice was loud in her head, every word stinging like it was fresh. In the dream, Scarlett clenched her fists, anger boiling up inside her.

Like always, she found herself in Crestwood's hallway. It was the same every night. Her dreams always brought her here—her school, but not quite. The walls seemed to go on forever, and the air felt heavy, like it was pushing down on her. The shadows moved like they were alive, sliding along the lockers.

But this time, everything was different.

Claire was there, standing in the middle of the hall like she owned it. But instead of having her usual backup—Ava, Brittany, and Lila—they were behind Scarlett.

"Well, look who showed up," Claire sneered, arms crossed. "Scarlett Hayes, still pretending she belongs."

Scarlett's fists tightened. She'd heard it all before, every insult and mean comment. But here, in her dreams, she was in control. She could finally say all the things she couldn't in real life.

"Shut up, Claire," she shot back, stepping forward. Her voice didn't shake this time.

Claire blinked, caught off guard. She looked at Ava, Brittany, and Lila for help, but they didn't move. Instead, they smirked and moved closer to Scarlett.

"You heard me," Scarlett said, feeling stronger. "Funny, isn't it? The queen bee all alone for once. How's it feel?"

Behind her, Ava let out a small laugh. Brittany and Lila nodded, switching sides in a heartbeat.

Claire's smirk disappeared. "You think this changes anything?" she hissed, backing up.

Scarlett smiled, walking closer. "It changes everything."

Claire stumbled back into the lockers with a bang. Scarlett didn't have to touch her. This was her dream, her world. Here, Claire couldn't hurt her.

But just as she was about to speak again, the air changed. That heavy feeling came back, pressing on her chest. Scarlett froze. Someone else was there. She could feel eyes on her.

She turned around and there he was—the white-haired guy.

He was leaning against the lockers at the other end of the hall like he belonged there. His silver hair seemed to glow even in the dim light, and his gray eyes locked onto hers, looking amused.

"Scarlett Hayes," he said, voice smooth and calm. "You never disappoint."

The hallway started twisting and blurring, the lockers stretching until they faded away. Claire and the others vanished, leaving Scarlett alone with him.

"Who are you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He pushed off the lockers and walked toward her, taking his time with each step. "Who do you think I am?" he asked, like they were sharing some private joke.

"I don't know," Scarlett snapped. "But I want you gone. Leave me alone."

He tilted his head, silver hair falling over one eye. "Gone? That's not how this works. You don't want me to leave."

"That's not true," she said, backing up. "I don't even know who you are."

He stopped walking, his eyes locked on hers. "You don't need to know who I am. The real question is..." He paused, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Do you know who or what you are?"

Scarlett felt her breath catch. His words hit her harder than they should have. "What does that mean?" she whispered.

"You'll figure it out," he shrugged, his voice teasing but somehow dark. "Eventually."

Scarlett tried to use the same control she'd had with Claire, but it didn't work. No matter how hard she focused, he didn't budge.

"You can't get rid of me," he said, his voice softer now, almost kind. "I'm not like them. I'm not just something your brain made up."

"Then what are you?" Scarlett demanded, her voice shaking.

He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer until there was barely any space between them. Scarlett's heart pounded as he stared into her eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said quietly. "For now, just remember this—you're not as powerless as you think."

Before she could say anything, the dream started falling apart. The hallway melted into darkness, and Scarlett woke up with a gasp.

Her heart was racing as she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. The room was so quiet she could hear herself breathing. She blinked hard, trying to shake off the dream—or maybe it was a nightmare?

His words kept echoing in her head like a stuck record.

*You're not as powerless as you think.*

Scarlett shivered, wrapping her arms around herself to stop the chills running down her spine. How could a dream feel that real? The way he looked at her, like he could read every thought she tried to hide. How the air got heavy around him, making it hard to breathe. And how she couldn't control him—no matter what she tried, he stayed there, solid and real, like he wasn't just part of her dream.

She rubbed her arms, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. "It's just a dream," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Just a stupid dream."

But it didn't feel stupid. And it definitely didn't feel like her other dreams. Weren't lucid dreams supposed to be fun? A way to control everything and escape real life for a while? This... this was something else. It felt alive, like someone had walked into her head and changed all the rules.

Her mind kept racing as she thought about everything—the dark hallway, how Claire and her gang disappeared, and how he just showed up, all calm and smug, like he'd been waiting for her. Scarlett buried her face in her hands. She hated how small he made her feel, how his words shook her up more than Claire ever could.

But deep down, there was something else. Something she didn't want to admit.

It wasn't just fear.

There was this pull, this weird curiosity she couldn't explain, like some part of her wanted to know more—wanted to know him.

"No," she said firmly, shaking her head. "I'm not doing this again."

Scarlett threw off her blanket and paced around her room, her bare feet cold on the floor. She used to love lucid dreaming. It was her escape, her chance to make the world work her way. But now, just thinking about closing her eyes and going back there made her stomach twist.

What if he came back?

She looked at herself in the mirror across the room, her face pale and her eyes wide. "No more lucid dreams," she said out loud, like saying it would make it real. "Not for a while."

The thought made her chest hurt, but it was the only way to stop this—whatever this was.

Those thoughts followed her as she fell asleep again.

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  • Through The Dreamscape   004

    The next dayScarlett woke up feeling... different. For the first time in forever, she didn't feel like she'd been hit by a truck. That weird dream with the white-haired guy and all his cryptic stuff was still there, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she felt weirdly okay. No dark circles, no aching muscles. It was almost creepy how normal she felt. *So this is what normal feels like.* She stretched and looked out her window. Sunlight was peeking through the curtains, making her tiny bedroom feel warm and cozy. She could hear her mom humming downstairs in the kitchen. Everything felt... calm. When she dragged herself to the kitchen, her mom turned around. "Morning, sleepyhead." Her mom paused, looking at her closely. "You look better today. Sleep good?" Scarlett hesitated. "Yeah, I guess. Didn't really dream much." Her mom smiled. "Good. You need more nights like that." Scarlett just nodded and grabbed an apple before heading out. The walk to school was same as always. The

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  • Through The Dreamscape   005

    LucienLucien stood in the strange space, looking around at everything and nothing. The ground under his feet wasn't really there - it was like walking on water and air at the same time. Everything was quiet, but not in a normal way. It was the kind of quiet that made your skin crawl.Shadows moved around him like they had minds of their own, dancing at the edges of this dream-world. Lucien stood in the middle of it all, his silver-white hair giving off a soft glow in the weird light. His face was calm, but there was something else there too - something hard to read.He looked out into the fog that seemed to go on forever. A tiny smirk pulled at his mouth, but his cold eyes stayed the same."So," he said quietly, his voice smooth like honey, "I wonder if I scared her off already?"His words just hung there in the air before the silence swallowed them up. He turned his head a little, like he was listening for someone to answer him, but nobody did.For a second, his smirk went away and

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  • Through The Dreamscape   006

    At school, Scarlett could feel Claire's eyes on her the moment she walked into the hallway. The queen bee was leaning against her locker, watching her like a hawk watches its prey."Well, well," Claire's voice rang out, sweet like poison. "Someone's looking brighter than usual." She pushed off the locker, taking a few steps closer. Her perfect blonde hair bounced with each step, and her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Did something good happen, Scarlett? Or are you just pretending again?"Scarlett kept walking, eyes down, counting the tiles on the floor. One, two, three... anything to keep her mind off Claire's voice."Oh, so now you're too good to talk to me?" Claire's sweet tone turned sharp. "Bet you're just imagining things getting better. God, you're so pathetic."The words bounced off Scarlett today. She thought about meeting Liam after school, and somehow, that made Claire's voice sound more like annoying background noise than anything else.When the final bell rang, Scarlett jum

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  • Through The Dreamscape   007

    After the weird guy left, Scarlett felt something quite different but she couldn't put her finger around what was different. The dream was different this time. More real. More vivid. It suddenly changed, when she turned around, she saw her, Claire. Claire was alone - no faithful followers, no adoring crowd. Just Claire, looking small for once. Scarlett felt powerful. Every bit of anger, every moment of humiliation fueled her as she approached Claire in the dream. Dream-Claire backed away, her usual confidence nowhere to be seen. "Please," Dream-Claire whimpered. "I'm sorry!" But Scarlett wasn't listening. Not anymore. Her hand shot out, grabbing Claire by the throat. She squeezed, watching those perfect features turn red, then purple. When she finally let go, Claire collapsed to the ground, gasping. Scarlett didn't stop there. All the rage she'd bottled up came pouring out. She kicked and punched, each hit feeling more satisfying than the last. By the time she was done, Dre

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  • Through The Dreamscape   008

    Scarlett woke up with her head pounding. His words wouldn't leave her alone, echoing over and over: "I helped unlock something that was already there. The rest? That's all you, dear Scarlett. All you." She groaned, pressing her palms against her eyes. Everything felt heavy - her body, her thoughts, even the air around her. Yesterday's events kept playing in her mind like a broken record: Claire's bruised neck, the way she'd flinched away, the fear in her eyes... "It couldn't have been me," Scarlett whispered to her empty room. "It was just a dream. Just a stupid dream." But even as she said it, she knew she was lying to herself. Those bruises had matched her dream perfectly - every mark, every shadow of pain she'd inflicted in her sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, feeling like she hadn't slept at all. Downstairs, she could hear her mom moving around in the kitchen. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she remembered how she'd snapped at her yesterday. Her mom was at the stove wh

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  • Through The Dreamscape   009

    Scarlett slowed her pace as she approached Crestwood Academy's iron gates. Her stomach churned at the sight of students clustering in their usual morning groups. Every laugh, every glance in her direction felt loaded with potential danger.She kept her head down as she moved through the crowds to her locker. She checked her class schedule while picking the appropriate books for the class and turned around-only to bump into someone.The bump sent Scarlett's books tumbling to the floor. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled automatically, dropping to her knees to gather them. It wasn't until she looked up that she realized who she'd collided with.Claire Bennett stood there, looking nothing like her usual polished self. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, partially hidden beneath hastily applied concealer. Her normally perfect hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she wore a turtleneck despite the warm weather.Their eyes met for a brief moment. Scarlett waited for the usual torrent of cruel

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  • Through The Dreamscape   010

    "It's time we talk." The words sliced through the dream's gentle atmosphere like a blade. Scarlett felt the warmth of her previous dream with Liam dissolving, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. She found herself staring into Lucien's eyes - gray as winter storm clouds and just as unpredictable. His white hair seemed to capture and reflect the dream-light, creating an ethereal halo that made him look both beautiful and terrifying. Something deep in her brain, some ancient survival instinct, screamed *danger* with every passing second. "What do you want from me?" She was surprised by how steady her voice sounded, given how her heart was racing. Lucien's lips curved into that infuriating smirk she was beginning to recognize. He reached out, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. His touch was cold, sending shivers down her spine that weren't entirely from fear. "Tell me, Scarlett," he said, dropping his hand but maintaining that intense gaze. "Do you know what you

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  • Through The Dreamscape   011

    Scarlett stared at him, a mixture of awe and wariness dancing in her eyes. "What I am?" The words trembled slightly. "What am I then?"Lucien's startling gray eyes locked onto her, his snow-white hair catching the dream-light like a halo of frost. He studied her with an intensity that made her want to shrink back, yet something kept her rooted in place."You are a dream walker, Scarlett Hayes," he said finally, each word measured and precise."Say what now?" Scarlett asked, a nervous laugh bubbling up from her throat. The absurdity of the moment wasn't lost on her - a mysterious pale-haired stranger telling her she was some kind of supernatural dream traveler.But Lucien wasn't laughing. His entire body went rigid, something dark and dangerous flickering in those storm-gray eyes. His muscles tensed, as if he were a predator sensing a threat."He's found us," he muttered, more to himself than to her."Who found us?" Scarlett demanded, frustration rising. "What are you talking about?"L

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  • Through The Dreamscape   076

    Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, painfully bright to Scarlett's exhausted eyes. She hadn't slept a wink after the incident with the blood message and Lucien's cryptic words. Instead, she'd spent the remaining hours of darkness huddled in her bedroom with every light switched on, jumping at every creak and groan of the house settling. The distant sound of a key turning in the front door lock made Scarlett's heart skip a beat before she remembered—it was just her mother returning from her night shift. With a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the kitchen table where she'd been nursing a cup of cold coffee and went to greet her. "Mom?" Scarlett called softly, making her way to the entryway. Her mother looked up as she hung her coat on the hook by the door, seeming startled by Scarlett's presence. "Sweetheart! You're up early." She tilted her head, studying Scarlett's face. "Goodness, you look exhausted. Trouble sleeping?" Scarlett managed a weak nod, her eyes d

  • Through The Dreamscape   075

    Night had fallen by the time Scarlett made it home, the house dark and empty. Her mother's night shift had already begun, leaving Scarlett alone with her thoughts and fears. She checked every lock twice, drew every curtain, and still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. After a meager dinner of cold cereal—the only thing her churning stomach could handle—she retreated to her bedroom, pulling out her notebook of lucid dreaming research. The pages blurred before her eyes as exhaustion tugged at her consciousness. No matter how much she tried to focus, her mind kept drifting back to the day's events: her mother's strange behavior that morning, Claire's fear, Liam's memories, and Lucien's absence. Where was he when she needed him most? Her phone remained stubbornly silent, her texts unanswered. The clock on her desk ticked past midnight as she flipped through her notes, desperate for something—anything—that might explain what was happening. "I should just go to sleep," s

  • Through The Dreamscape   074

    The hallways of Crestwood Academy seemed normal enough on the surface—students rushing to class, lockers slamming, the usual sense of teenage life—but to Scarlett, everything felt off-way off. Like the world had shifted slightly on its axis when she wasn't looking. Lucien's absence was the first thing she'd noticed. He didn't approach her on her way home as usual, his desk empty with Mr Peterson marking him absent without comment. No text explaining why. No warning he wouldn't be there. Just... gone. But it was Claire's behavior that truly unsettled her. Claire—who had made it her personal mission to torment Scarlett since she started this school—was acting like a cornered animal. Jumpy. Paranoid. Her usual confidence replaced by something that looked suspiciously like fear. During lunch, Scarlett watched as Claire's eyes darted nervously around the cafeteria, flinching at every loud noise. When their gazes accidentally met across the room, Claire's face drained of color, and

  • Through The Dreamscape   073

    Morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden table. Scarlett sat with her bowl of cereal untouched before her, the flakes slowly turning to mush as she stared absently at them. Dark circles shadowed her eyes—evidence of her sleepless night after the nightmare that had felt too real to dismiss. Across the table, her mother nursed a cup of coffee, her third since waking. Usually, the morning routine was filled with her mother's chatter about hospital gossip or gentle reminders about Scarlett's schedule. Today, there was only silence, broken occasionally by the soft ticking of the wall clock and the distant sound of birds outside. Scarlett watched her mother with growing concern. She seemed... off. Present physically but mentally elsewhere, staring into her coffee mug as if it contained mysteries she couldn't quite decipher. Every few minutes, she would lift the mug to her lips, then pause, looking momentarily confused abou

  • Through The Dreamscape   072

    Cold air swirled around her skin, not like a natural breeze but like ghostly fingers trailing across her arms, her neck, her face. Each touch sent violent shivers through her body. "Hello?" she called out, her voice sounding muffled and distant, as if the void itself was absorbing the sound. "Is anyone here?" Silence answered her, pressing against her eardrums with its weight. Scarlett turned slowly, searching for any landmark, any point of reference in the featureless expanse. There was nothing but darkness and more darkness. Then, a voice—low, rich, and filled with amusement—whispered from somewhere both impossibly far away and terrifyingly close. "You're finally listening." The words seemed to caress her skin, each syllable leaving a trail of ice in its wake. Scarlett spun around, trying to locate the source, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Who's there?" she demanded, forcing steel into her voice despite the fear bubbling in her chest. "Show yourself!"

  • Through The Dreamscape   071

    Scarlett locked the front door after Lucien left, sliding the deadbolt into place with a solid click that echoed in the quiet foyer. She stood there for a moment, her palm flat against the cool wood, remembering the intensity in Lucien's eyes when he'd told her to secure everything. "Lock your doors tonight, Scarlett. All of them. And your windows." His words replayed in her mind as she moved through the house, methodically checking each window and ensuring each latch was firmly secured. The house was silent except for the steady tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway, its pendulum swinging with hypnotic regularity. Her mother had already retired upstairs, exhaustion finally claiming her after her hospital shift and the unexpected dinner guest. In the living room, Scarlett's fingers hovered over the light switch. The darkness beyond the windows seemed to press against the glass, watching, waiting. She hesitated, glancing toward the window that faced the old oak tree—the

  • Through The Dreamscape   070

    Scarlett walked closer to the shadow, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she approached, she realized it was merely a trick of the light—shadows cast by the curtains dancing in the afternoon breeze. She exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing pulse. "Mom?" she called out again, louder this time. "Are you home?" A sudden movement from the kitchen doorway made Scarlett jump and let out a piercing scream. Her mother stood there, looking startled by her daughter's reaction. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" her mom asked, concern etched across her tired features. She wiped her hands on a dishcloth, dark circles prominent beneath her usually bright eyes. Scarlett pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow. "Nothing. Just... my nerves, I guess. You scared me." She studied her mother carefully. "What were you doing? I called out when I came in." Her mother's brow furrowed slightly, a distant look clouding her eyes. "I honestly can't remember," she admitted, rubbing he

  • Through The Dreamscape   069

    Lucien had noticed something strange about Claire, but when Scarlett mentioned it earlier, he had brushed it off. After all, what did Claire's odd behavior have to do with him? His focus was on protecting Scarlett from the original vampires, his mind constantly working through potential plans.But when he'd brushed past Claire in the cafeteria on his way to join Scarlett and her friends, something caught his attention. A scent. Faint but unmistakable—evidence of lingering dream powers mingled with the distinct scent of a vampire. And the only vampire with dream powers besides himself was his elder brother, Ezra.The vampire scent was so faint it was almost nonexistent, but Lucien's senses were too sharp to miss it. That's why he had told Scarlett to go home without him. He needed to investigate without putting her at risk.Was Ezra here? The thought seemed impossible. Ezra would never leave his post to venture into the human world. The vampire council—King Arthur himself—had given the

  • Through The Dreamscape   068

    Scarlett sighed. "It's Lucien, isn't it?" she asked without turning around. They nodded, smirking knowingly. Before she could turn to face him, she felt a soft pressure against her cheek—Lucien's lips, brushing lightly against her skin in a brief but unmistakable kiss. "Why are you denying me, Scarlett?" he asked, his voice pitched low and teasing. He placed a hand over his heart in mock pain. "You're breaking my heart. Are you saying our kisses meant nothing to you?" The girls erupted into poorly suppressed giggles as Scarlett turned to face him, her cheeks burning. She gave him a pointed look, silently cursing him and begging him to stop in equal measure. Lucien, of course, ignored her silent plea entirely. His gray eyes twinkled with mischief as he slid into the seat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "I'm wounded," he continued, draping an arm casually around her shoulders. "Truly wounded." "I hate you," Scarlett muttered under her breath, but ther

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