Scarlet's Mate

Part Twenty Four

Dream

"Scar, baby, you need to wake up," my moms voice was laced with worry, her eyes were panicked as she shook my shoulders.

"Mom? Where am I? What happened?" Had it all just been some sick dream? Their death, these past few weeks with grandma.. Was it all just my own imagination?

"Honey, you aren't really here. I'm not really here. You need to wake up, you're in danger," a tear rolled down her cheek as she brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

No. It had not been a sick dream, this was. I looked around, we were surrounded by blurry nothingness. I tried to stand but my body was paralyzed. My eyes fell back onto my mother who still held a desperate look on her face.

"I love you baby, more than you know. But he isn't what he seems to be. Don't trust him, he isn't what he seems to be. You need to wake up. Now," she pushed me backwards and I started to free fall into nothingness.

My hearing came back first, I still couldn't move or speak but I listened to the commotion happening around me.

"She's going to be fine, Derek." Elliots voice was laced with venom, but the words he spoke were reassuring to me at least. I'm with Elliot and Derek. I'm safe.

"Don't be obtuse, we have no idea what they injected her with. God, they fucking used me!" Glass breaking echoed through the room, "they knew enough to know she'd meet me. They knew enough to use me, and not you. We should've been there. We should've protected her. Where were you? Why weren't you with her?"

"You think I didn't want to be? Because of you, she left, and went to Rayne's. If you would've just kept your big mouth shut, she wouldn't have ever been in harm's way," Elliot's hand lightly traced the side of my face. No matter what I was feeling towards him, the sparks his touch left on me felt amazing.

"She has to wake up," Derek's voice was barely a whisper. I tried to reach out to him but I couldn't feel my body yet. I imagined myself awake, with my hand outstretched towards him. I just wanted to reassure him that I'm still here, that I'm trying to wake up from whatever this is.

Something must have happened because both Derek and Elliot gasped. I tried opening my eyes again, this time light broke through. Though it was too bright, I couldn't see anything.

"Bright," was all I could mumble, my eyes closing again.

"Close the blinds," Derek ordered Elliot in a rushed voice. I heard footsteps walking around frantically, "okay, Scar, it's no longer bright. Can you open your eyes again? Please."

Hesitantly I opened them, it was pitch black. I blinked a few times waiting for my eyes to readjust. Eventually they did. Derek was half sitting, half leaning over me on the bed. Elliot was on the other side of the room staring at me. I glanced down at my hand and tried to move it, thankfully it did as commanded. No more paralysis I guess. I felt myself smiling at my small victory.

"How are you feeling?" Elliot asked calmly, still standing in his spot across the room.

"Weird," I thought back to what I last remembered, "I saw my mom."

"Your mom?" Derek asked confused, "when did you see your mom?"

"In a dream. Well, I think it was a dream. I don't really know it was all very confusing. She told me I needed to wake up. She warned me about something and then she pushed me."

"She pushed you?" This time it was Elliot who asked the question.

"Yes. She pushed me, I fell backwards into the nothingness, and then I was here. Although I couldn't really move yet, I did hear some of your guys bickering," I half joked trying to raise their spirits.

Elliot ignored my attempt, "what did she warn you about?"

I opened my mouth to speak but then I remembered what she said, "Don't trust him, he isn't what he seems to be." I closed my mouth and cautiously glanced away from both Elliot and Derek. My mom wasn't very specific on who I shouldn't be trusting. Who did she mean by him? I have a lot of "him's" in my life at the moment. I hate it when warnings from the dead aren't specific.

"Maybe we should give her a minute before we bombard her with any more questions," Derek chimed in.

"You're right, she's probably overwhelmed," Elliot agreed.

"She's right here and she's just fine," I argued.

Elliot sighed while Derek smirked at me, but his eyes fell from mine down to my neck. Instantly his expression changed, "Elliot, you should see this," he pushed my hair slightly out of the way and gestured to my neck where my mark is.

"Fuck, is that?" Elliot started asking.

"I think so," Derek replied coolly.

"Is that what? What's wrong with my neck?" I started to feel slightly self conscious the way they were both staring at me.

Elliot's expression went from anger to hurt to anger again. His eyes met mine for a brief second, then he turned on his heels and practically ran from the room. I could feel my eyes start to become foggy, the way Elliot just looked at me broke my heart. I glanced over at Derek hoping for an explanation but he just gave me a weird look.

"What is it?" I asked again, my voice cracking as I did.

"It's not something you see often. Usually no one wants to have it done. Once they're marked, it's supposed to be happily ever after," Derek replied in a soft voice, "It seems like we have our answer on what they injected you with."

The tears are flowing steadily now but I ignored them, "What exactly is happening to me?"

Derek sighed, he leaned back down and just sat on the edge of the bed looking away from me, "you're being un-marked."