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Scarlett peered out her bedroom window at the breaking dawn, her heart still racing from the dream encounter. The soft morning light painted the sky in gentle pinks and oranges, a stark contrast to the darkness of her dreamscape moments ago. Lucien's last words echoed in her mind: "I'll find you in the waking world." The thought sent a shiver down her spine, equal parts excitement and apprehension. Downstairs, she heard the familiar clatter of pots and pans. Following the sound, she found her mom in the kitchen, who looked up with surprise, nearly dropping the whisk she was holding. "You're up early," her mom said, mixing pancake batter. "I thought I'd have to come wake you like usual." Scarlett's eyes darted around the room instinctively, searching for any sign of him. The empty whiskey bottles that usually littered the counter were gone, the kitchen spotless for once. Her mother, catching the gesture, gave a tired smile. "He hasn't been home in four days," she said, keeping
Last Updated : 2025-02-07Through The Dreamscape 016
The moment Claire and Liam walked into Riley's Café holding hands, Scarlett felt like the ground beneath her had disappeared. The world seemed to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity. Claire's eyes immediately locked with hers, a smug satisfaction dancing in their depths - this was exactly what she'd planned. Liam looked nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the café menu. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air conditioning. "So," he started awkwardly, his voice cracking slightly, "how's your day been?" The attempt at small talk was painfully artificial, like he was trying too hard to sound normal. Claire leaned in close to him, her hand resting possessively on his arm. "Isn't this a lovely café?" she chirped, her sweetness dripping with a poison so thick Scarlett could almost taste it. Her eyes never left Scarlett, watching her reaction like a predator observing its prey.They both sat down opposite her, each a contrast to the other. Claire postur
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Through The Dreamscape 017
That night, Scarlett slipped into lucid dreaming with a heart heavy as lead but burning with fierce determination. Her pain and humiliation from earlier had crystallized into something harder, something dangerous. As she traveled down the familiar path to lucid dreaming, she felt different - more focused, more intent. Suddenly, a familiar presence tugged at her consciousness. Before she could even orient herself, she felt herself being pulled through the dream space, like being swept away by an invisible current. The white-haired vampire - she realized with a start that she still didn't even know his name. When her vision cleared, she found herself in a place unlike anything she'd seen before. Gone were the familiar school hallways of her usual dreams. Instead, she stood in what looked like an ancient library, but one that defied physics. Bookshelves stretched endlessly upward, some floating in mid-air. Staircases twisted impossibly, leading to platforms that shouldn't exist. The ai
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Through The Dreamscape 018
Scarlett woke up with her head throbbing, feeling like someone had taken a hammer to her temples. Her entire body ached, muscles protesting as if she'd spent the night running instead of sleeping. The dream training with Lucien felt impossibly vivid, more memory than dream.As she stretched, working out the strange exhaustion that seemed to have settled into her bones, the unexpected sound of humming drifted up from downstairs, accompanied by the smell of pancakes and coffee.Humming? Her mom never hummed anymore. Not since...Scarlett glanced around instinctively as she made her way down the stairs, checking for the usual signs of her father's presence - empty bottles, scattered papers, the lingering smell of cheap whiskey. Nothing. The knot in her chest loosened slightly.Her mom stood at the stove, still humming as she flipped pancakes with practiced ease. There was something different about her this morning - a lightness in her movements that Scarlett hadn't seen in months, maybe
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Through The Dreamscape 019
"You can take the seat next to..." Mr. Peterson began scanning the room, but Lucien was already moving, his steps eerily graceful as he made his way through the maze of desks. Straight toward Scarlett. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized his destination. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. She caught his eye, subtly but frantically shaking her head, trying to gesture toward at least five other empty seats scattered around the room. But Lucien just smiled that infuriating, knowing smile and slid into the chair next to her like he'd always belonged there. "Oh. My. God." Claire's voice carried across the room, each word dripping with false sympathy. "Of all the seats he could pick... Someone should really warn him about sitting next to the class stalker. She might get... attached. We all know how that ends up." Her friends dissolved into practiced giggles. Ava leaned forward, making sure to flutter her eyelashes as she twirled a strand of perfectly styled hair. "There's a
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Through The Dreamscape 020
Claire stood frozen, her perfectly manicured nails digging into Liam's arm as she stared at Lucien. The contrast was stark - painfully so. Next to Lucien's sophisticated presence, Liam suddenly seemed... childish. His East Haven uniform, which she'd thought looked so mature and prestigious moments ago, now appeared rumpled and boyish. Where Liam had the awkward energy of a typical teenager, Lucien carried himself with an almost predatory grace, every movement fluid and controlled. She caught herself making these comparisons and quickly tightened her hold on Liam, though her eyes kept drifting back to Lucien's tall figure. Even the way he wore their regular school uniform made it look like designer clothing. Liam noticed her wandering attention, his jaw tightening slightly. He shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. Around them, the crowd of students buzzed with shocked whispers. "Did he just say he's with Scarlett?" "No way. Look at him and look at her..." "Maybe he's her co
Last Updated : 2025-02-09Through The Dreamscape 021
In a dimly lit throne room, shadows danced across ancient stone walls. Thick velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from towering windows, blocking out most of the daylight. Medieval tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest adorned the walls, their colors still vivid despite their age. Ornate chandeliers cast flickering light across the polished marble floor, their flames reflecting off golden accents that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. Upon an intricately carved throne of black wood and gold, a man sat lost in thought. Though he appeared no older than twenty-seven, there was an ancient quality to his perfectly sculpted features. His skin was pale as moonlight, his gray eyes holding centuries of secrets. Long fingers drummed against the armrest as he contemplated. "What game are you playing, Lucien?" he murmured to the empty room. "After all this time in self exile, why reveal yourself now? And for a human girl..." He leaned forward, gray eyes narrowing. "Cou
Last Updated : 2025-02-10Through The Dreamscape 022
"Please," Scarlett whispered, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around Lucien's wrist. His skin felt like ice beneath her touch, and she could feel the inhuman strength in his arm as he held her father aloft. "He's my dad." Lucien's head snapped toward her, his gray eyes nearly black with rage. "Your father?" His voice was a dangerous whisper. "This drunk who reeks of cheap perfume and cheaper alcohol? Who was about to strike his own daughter?" Her father's face was turning an alarming shade of purple, his legs kicking weakly in the air. Scarlett's heart hammered against her ribs. "Please," she begged. "I know he's terrible, but... please don't kill him." Something in her voice seemed to reach him. With a sound of disgust, Lucien released his grip. Her father crumpled to the ground in an unconscious heap, his breathing ragged but steady. Lucien turned to her, the murderous rage in his eyes softening as he took in her shaken state. "Let me walk you home." Scarlett wrapped
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Through The Dreamscape 038
Scarlett woke with a start, her heart still racing from the memory of her dream. The ghost of Lucien's kiss lingered on her lips, making her face flush hot as she remembered every detail – the way his snow-white hair had felt between her fingers, how his cool touch had sent shivers down her spine, the intensity in his eyes when he'd pulled back to look at her. "Stop it," she muttered to herself, pressing her cool palms against her burning cheeks. "It was just a dream. Just a dream." But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. In the dream world, everything was more real, more intense. And that kiss... She shook her head vigorously. "And what was that about a surprise?" she wondered aloud, glancing around her room suspiciously. Everything looked normal – her books scattered across her desk, her phone charging on the nightstand, the morning sun streaming through her curtains. Stretching languidly, she tried to shake off the lingering effects of both sleep and that earth-shatter
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Scarlett stared at Lucien, watching how his snow-white hair seemed to glow in the ethereal light of the dreamscape. Each strand shimmered like starlight, creating an otherworldly halo around his perfect features. The revelation about her ancestors still rang in her ears, making her head spin with possibilities – and dangers. "Could Morpheus..." she hesitated, fear making her voice shake slightly. "Could it try to manifest through me too?" Lucien shrugged, aiming for nonchalance, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his concern. "I don't know," he admitted, running a hand through his pale hair. The movement was so human, so at odds with his supernatural nature. "But I'm tired of watching history repeat itself with the Hayes line." His voice grew softer, heavy with centuries of memories. "I'm tired of watching people I... people I care about die." A blush crept across Scarlett's cheeks at his words, but Lucien seemed oblivious to the weight of what he'd just revealed. Instead
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"Morpheus?" Scarlett's eyes widened with recognition, her heart skipping a beat. "Wait, do you mean the Greek god of dreams? That Morpheus? The one from mythology?" Lucien's laugh held no humor, the sound echoing strangely in the dream space. "Myths often have a grain of truth to them, don't they?" He turned away, his shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt. "But what exists – what truly exists – is far worse than any myth humans have conjured up." "What do you mean?" Scarlett leaned forward in her chair, fighting the urge to reach out and touch his arm. "Morpheus has no physical form," he explained, his voice dropping lower, taking on an edge she'd never heard before. "It needs a vessel – a conduit. Specifically, a dream walker. Someone who can navigate the realm between reality and dreams with natural-born power." Scarlett frowned, processing this information. Her mind raced back to all she knew about dream walking. "But then... why are you and Ezra safe? Aren't you dream wal
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Lucien stared at the door long after Scarlett had gone, his fists clenched at his sides. "What is wrong with me?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The lingering scent of her perfume only made things worse, stirring something deep inside him he'd kept buried for centuries. Her face, the way she'd looked up at him in that moment – it had almost broken his carefully maintained control. He'd wanted to pull her close, to taste those lips that had been mere inches from his. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not since... "Elena..." The name escaped his lips like a prayer, bringing with it a flood of memories he'd rather forget. Elena's final moments flashed through his mind – her tear-stained face, the betrayal still fresh in his heart, yet the love... the damned love that wouldn't let him refuse her last request. He walked to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. "I promised you," he whispered to the empty room. "And I'll keep that promise, no matter wh
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"Hey baby!" Lucien's teasing voice floated down from a second-story window, dripping with mock sweetness. "You didn't tell me you were coming today, my love." Scarlett rolled her eyes as she heard Liam's teeth grind together beside her. The tension from yesterday sparked back to life in an instant. "Why don't you come on up, sweetheart?" Lucien called down, his smirk widening at Liam's obvious discomfort. "I've been waiting for you all morning!" Scarlett shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Liam's darkening expression and Lucien's mischievous face. "Um, I should probably—" "It's alright," Liam cut in, his voice tight. He forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I've got some things to do anyway. You go ahead." "Are you sure?" Scarlett asked, feeling guilty at the hurt she saw flicker across his face. Liam nodded, already taking a step back. "Yeah, no worries. Just... be careful, okay?" His eyes held a meaningful look that made Scarlett's stomach twist. She watched
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Scarlett woke to sunlight streaming through her window, feeling exhausted despite her sleep. The worries of the previous day – vampires, dream walking, Ezra – weighed heavily on her mind. *I hope Lucien managed to handle everything*, she thought, stretching her tired limbs as she made her way downstairs. The smell of pancakes, coffee, and something sweet wafted up the stairs. Entering the kitchen, she found her mother at the stove, humming softly again – a sound so foreign in their usually tense household that it made Scarlett pause in the doorway. "Good morning, honey!" her mom said, turning with a spatula in hand. Her smile faltered into surprise as she really looked at her daughter. "Oh! You've done something different with your hair again. I can actually see your beautiful face for once." Scarlett self-consciously touched her newly cut bangs, remembering Lucien's bathroom scissors. "It's nothing special..." "Nothing special?" Her mother's eyes took on a knowing twinkle tha
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Scarlett collapsed onto her bed, her mind whirling with the day's events. When sleep finally claimed her, she felt the familiar sensation of lucid dreaming wash over her. The misty landscape materialized around her – swirling tendrils of dream-stuff that seemed to respond to her very presence. Instinctively, she looked around for Lucien's tall figure before remembering his words about meeting Ezra. "Right," she muttered to herself, her voice echoing strangely in the dream space. "He's busy saving my life, probably." The words came out more bitter than she'd intended. To pass the time, she began experimenting with the dreamscape. She raised her hands, concentrating hard, and watched in wonder as flowers sprouted from the misty ground – roses in impossible shades of blue, lilies that glowed like starlight, flowers that couldn't exist in the waking world. Their colors were more vivid than any real blooms, their petals seeming to shimmer with inner light. Growing bolder, she created
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The tension crackled in the air as Lucien continued his predatory approach toward Liam. Each step seemed to make the very air grow heavier, more oppressive. Though Liam maintained his defiant stance, the trembling in his hands and the pale colour of his face betrayed his fear. "For God's sake, both of you just STOP!" Scarlett's voice exploded through the tension, making both men freeze. "This is ridiculous! Stop acting like children fighting over a toy in the playground!" Lucien's dangerous expression melted into that infuriatingly smooth smile of his. "My, my... quite the temper you've developed," he chuckled, though his eyes remained serious. "But we really should be going, Scarlett. We have matters to discuss." Before turning to leave, Scarlett gave Liam one final look. In that moment, days of friendship, betrayal, and forgiveness seemed to pass between them. He nodded, understanding in his tear-stained face, and she turned to follow Lucien. As they walked down the quiet st
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"How... how are you doing?" Liam asked, his voice trembling as he wiped hastily at the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. In the afternoon light, they glistened like tiny crystals. "I'm... good," Scarlett replied awkwardly, painfully aware of the gulf between them – not just the physical space, but the emotional chasm that had opened since that terrible day with Claire. She noticed his gaze drift past her to where Lucien stood watching them, something complicated passing across his features. Fear? Concern? She couldn't quite read it. Liam took a shaky breath, seeming to gather his courage. His hands were trembling at his sides, and his East Haven uniform looked rumpled, as if he'd been running his hands through his hair all day. "I'm sorry," he finally burst out, the words seeming to tear themselves from his throat. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you before." The words hit Scarlett like a physical blow. How long had she waited to hear those words? How many nights had she spe
