All Chapters of Through The Dreamscape: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Scarlett felt herself drifting off, purposely seeking that familiar path to lucid dreaming. Her mind wandered through layers of consciousness until she finally slipped into that space between reality and dreams. She'd gotten better at this - at least the getting in part. The first thing she saw was Lucien. He stood there looking like some kind of angel straight out of a painting - all striking white hair that seemed to glow in the dream light, and those intense gray eyes that always made her feel like he could see right through her. His face was almost too perfect, pale and handsome in a way that didn't seem quite human. Right now though, that perfect face was twisted with worry. "Took you long enough," he muttered. He tried to sound annoyed, but Scarlett caught the relief in his voice. He wasn't as good at hiding his emotions as he thought. "What's a dream walker?" The words burst out of her before she could stop them. "Why me? And more importantly - how do I get rid of these p

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

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

"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