Anything For Rachel

Chapter Twenty Eight.

            "Rachel," Calvin said gently. "Everything is going to be fine." He tried to sooth me, but I backed away from his touch.

"No, Calvin." I cried. "I saw it."

Calvin narrowed his eyes at me, then chewed his lip. "Look, I know that's scary, but think logically here." He told me. "What are you trying to say? You think you saw the future?"

The door opened and Patrick stepped out of the way for Octavia and Logan to walk in together, Logan's bag slung over his shoulder.

Patrick bowed his head to us as he caught the open door. "I should get back before I'm missed." He said hurriedly. "Keep me in the loop." He told us before he exited.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked when he looked across the room at me.

Octavia stole a look with Calvin, then peered back at me questioningly. "Rachel?" She whispered.

I cried more when I looked at her. "You're all going to die." I told her. "I dreamt it. I saw this was going to happen."

"What are you talking about, Rachel?" Logan said skeptically. "You saw what coming?"

I turned my back on all of them, covering my ears with my hands, trying to drown them out and focus my mind, which I couldn't do with the lot of them looking at me like a poor lost little animal that has no idea what it's doing. I needed to make them see. They are in so much more danger than they realize, because I saw it. I saw their deaths.

I turned back to them quickly, dropping my hands and looking right at Octavia. "Pedro." I said urgently. "I need to talk to Pedro." They gave me more looks to let me know I must seem like a crazy person right now, but this isn't the first time that my dreams have led me down the right path.

Calvin tried to walk over to me again but I gave him a look, making him stop in his tracks. I was annoyed that he was being so weird about this. He's a freaking vampire, how can it possibly be that hard for him to believe that my dreams might have been a warning of some kind.

Octavia looked over at Calvin again and he shrugged his shoulder to her. She turned back to Logan and pulled the bag off of his shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out the satellite phone and dialing out for me before handing it over. "Why Pedro?" She asked.

I took the phone from her and looked pointedly at Calvin. "Because I know he will believe me."

"You'll have to be the one to tell him about the Lamia Mortem, then." Calvin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Rachel?" Pedro's warm voice called to me, and just the sound of it eased some of my nerves.

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked as I went to sit on the couch.

"I've already gotten a call today, and then with the news I just heard, I figured it would be you." He explained. "Is it true?" He asked darkly.

"Yes, but that isn't why I called." I told him quickly. "I had a dream, Pedro. I dreamt that I saw hundreds of vampires piled into the ballroom, being burned, but they were covered in sores, and they had black veins, and their eyes were red, Pedro."

I heard him gasp. "You dreamt this when? Before?"

"Yes."

Calvin was sitting in the chair to the side of the couch and leaning forward, his elbows propped on his knees as he listened. Pedro sounded like he was moving around and there was some crackling noises. "Very carefully, try to remember exactly what you saw." He told me and Calvin furrowed his brows, then stood and took the phone from me.