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Though she was nestled in her sire's arms, Paige was still far away. Her sleeping brow was furrowed, her carmine lips were pulled to a thin frown. Occasionally her nude body gave a twitch or a growl while synapses fired in her brain to tell her a very convincing story. Moonlight poured across the sleeping vampires. The raven haired female was the little spoon, her equally dark haired sire lay behind her with an arm draped protectively over her. In her solution to the perplexing matter of where to put the arm under her instead of laying on it, Paige had lifted it and contorted it so that it was twisted and her hand was cupping his cheek. It looked painful for her arm, but it was not.

As they slept there, the picture of vampiric bliss, Paige watched the story unfold in her mind. Though she was not consciously aware of it, her body twitched some while her mind was pulled into someone else's dream. Paige found herself 'awake', at least, she believed she was awake, in a strange small room with another person. Paige was kneeling in the corner opposite the stranger, her back to the wall. She looked alert but not frightened, her orange eyes were trained on the other. Like a dead spider, her limbs were curled in against themselves. A pair of enormous black-feathered wings that could have filled the room if they were unfurled stayed tucked against her back. Her entire body was adorned with lean muscle. Every time the other woman moved, the sinew and muscle grew taut. She seemed almost ready to attack.

Abruptly, she composed herself. It happened after she scented the air like an animal. In such close quarters, it was easy to smell that this stranger was a female vampire of Paige's own bloodline. It was as though Jesse was right there. Her presence was his presence, and it gave her comfort. With a deceptively gentle and melodic tone, the dark haired woman spoke. “Do you know where we are?”

Paige's first guess was that it must be a prison. The room's walls were padded and barren of any decorations which might give it an air of individuality. No windows. The only door was heavy, made of an imposing looking metal, with a series of locks bolting it shut, and wrapped with razor wire. As Paige stood, there was a heavy scraping sound, and she suddenly became aware of a tightness around her neck and a weight leading from it down behind her. With a grunt, she reached up to her neck. Around it was a metal collar of some kind, and a chain bolted to a ring on the floor. She pulled at it like a nuisance.

This had not been the first time Felicity has this nightmare. She had been here several times before, she figured it had something to do with her past as well as the part of her she didn’t want getting out. Her alter ego for lack of better words. Taking in the room she inhaled deeply and for a brief moment she thought that Axel was there. But he wasn’t instead her eyes fell on another vampiress. She stared at the woman swallowing the knot in her throat. She wasn’t sure who the woman was, something that the back of her mind though told her she knew her.

Her eyes snapped around the room again, dancing from each of the bright lights mounted into the ceiling. She hated the lights, she hated this place as a whole. The smell of it was rotten like the sewers but much worse to her. It was like the rotting flesh of a decaying corpse, along with every other rotten scent her mind could imagine. The first time in this nightmare had been the worst moment she had ever had. She learned she had a darker side, and here that side ruled this place. She knew it was her subconscious in a way.

Her eyes looked around again, taking in the room completely. The paint was peeling from the walls, where there still was paint, the lights began to flicker in an annoying rhythm. The floor was filthy, from dirt, dust and probably a good about of blood. Each time she came here it got worse. Now the windows were gone where they use to be. One of the ways she had escaped in the past. The chain wasn’t only around the other woman but her as well. It had changed a lot this time. The challenge was to get out in one piece and not allow her other self to capture her. It was a complicated understanding for her, but she was learning and she was learning how desperately her other side wanted out. The scratches in the wall were a reminder of that.

Looking back to the woman who smelled like Axel she took in another breath. No one else should have been here, no one else ever was beyond her. This was a place for her subconscious, for the pieces of her she buried deep inside escaped and tortured her. She eyed the woman before deciding to speak. ”I am Felicity, who are you and why are you here?” In any other setting she would have been kind and welcoming to the woman. She knew she had met her before, the woman looked so familiar, but she wasn’t in the real world anymore. She was in the last place she wanted to be, her mind. She didn’t have time to have a pleasant conversation with her. This nightmare would be about survival for her. If she failed, her other half would get to come out when she woke. She couldn’t let that happen.