The Most Powerful Scream is Silence

Chapter 12: Nightmares, Best Friends, and Lewis Carroll

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A long paved path, with burnt orange, cardinal red, and speckles of yellow leaves adorning the trees that lined the weaving walkway lay ahead of her. Unsure of where she was going, as the fog rolled in over the hills hiding her converse-clad feet from view, she continued walking at a zombie-like pace. In the distance, like the beginning of every horror movie, she heard a twig snap, so loud in the deafening silence that surround her that she couldn't miss it.

"Hello?" the teen questioned meekly, swiveling on her toes to face the dense forest.

She was met only with silence.

She continued walking ahead, quickening her pace to a brisk walk, as she pulled her thin black sweater tighter around her, not only for warmth but for comfort.

A moment passed, marked by her echoing footsteps which punctured each passing second, when she heard it again, a snap of a twig, followed by the rustling of leaves.

"Hello?" she called again, straining to hear a reply, "is anyone out there?"

For a moment she swore she saw a flash of something from the corner of her eye by the edge of the trees, but it was gone before she could even register it. With a shake of her head and a tense laugh, she continued on the never-ending path, to a place she wasn't quite sure of.

"There's nothing out there," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head as she spoke.

"Are you sure about that?" a low voice growled behind her.

She froze, mid-step, shoulders coming up to her ears and her nails digging into her skin, leaving pinpricks of pain to match the fear in her gut.

After a moment, she spun around, only to be met with air, not a trace of anyone there. A sigh of relief escaped her plump limps, "thank god." She breathed, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Over here" a voice whispered in her ear from behind, causing the small hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and goosebumps to trail across her skin. The breath she was letting out hitched in her throat as she turned around to come face to face with a beautifully blue-eyed stranger.

Even though she didn't recognize the pale stranger in front of her, the name "Damon" came tumbling from her lips before she could stop herself, as she stood, seemingly frozen in front of him.

The man only smirked in response, allowing purple veins to spring from his eyes and travel across his cheekbones, rooting in his features. His once clear and entrancing blue eyes had been replaced by a muddled black with hints of red, only visible when you were as close as she.

And before she could even scream at the monster before her, his fangs were digging into the side of her neck. They tore into her jugular mercilessly, spilling blood into his mouth as he held her tightly against him, relishing in her pain, in her suffering.

In her death.

With a start, Luna sat up in bed, her heart racing widely in her chest, thudding in her ears, as she gripped the sheets below her. The ponytail she wore to bed once high and neat, was now askew and messy, hair sticking out and falling to frame her face where it stuck to her sweat coated skin.

Rubbing her face with a shaky hand, she took in her surroundings, realizing once again she fell asleep in the eldest Salvatore's bed.

A soft grumble from the man beside her, shook her from her racing thoughts, drawing her attention to the once terrifying man in her dreams to the now softly snoring one beside her. His skin was flawless, and hair tousled (much like in her dream), however instead of a sinister smirk on his lips, a soft sleepy smile rested there instead, where a smidge of drool leaked from the corner and onto the pillow beneath his head.