"Reina." A voice sang from above me forcing my tired eyes open.
I was in a dimly lit room, darkness slipped through my eyes blinding me.
The only light available was a small candle that burnt by the side of the table I was lying on.
The yellow of it tainted the darkness a bit but it did not drain or defeat it.
"Oh my Reina. My perfect little Queen." The voice continued to say.
It was a familiar voice one that I knew that I had heard before, but one that I could not remember.
It sounded as if I had almost been in love with the owner of the voice. As though he had once drawn my heart to himself.
But I could not have been in love with someone with a voice so dark it sent shivers down my spine.
I tried to make a face out of the voice, but I couldn't see past a scale in my eyes as though my mind was shrouded.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, my heart racing loud in my chest as though it was in a war with a beast of horses galloping without stop.
A hand touched my chin sending shivers down my spine. "It doesn't matter who I am. That you would never know, but you should know that You are mine. You are my Queen."
I shook my head in objection as tears started to fall down my pale cheeks. "No. I'm not yours. I'm not!" I screamed out.
Blood started to drip down the room, I could smell and taste it. It was choking me and threatening to drown me.
"Stay away from me you monster!" I yelled as the hand caressed my lips.
"I am a monster alright but you love me! You love me!" He laughed hysterically eliciting a sob from me.
"I AM THE MONSTER YOU LOVE!"
My eyes tore open, my heart pounded in my chest in fear.
I took notice of where I was and realized that it was all a dream. A sigh of relief involuntary left my chest.
I was not on a red sacrificial table but on a huge bed with my lover.
I rubbed gently on my temple feeling a migraine set in, but trying to overcome it without taking drugs that I hated so much.
Scar was still sleeping peacefully and as much as I wanted to watch him sleep I was pressed for the toilet.
I placed a chaste kiss on his lips and smiled watching as his chest heaved up and down in peaceful slumber.
He looked more relaxed in his sleep now even happy if I should add that, and it made my heart flutter in some kind of way.
Judging by the wall clock at the end of the room it was now 9:am. I had a feeling that my mum would soon be here and I wanted to be fully dressed before she came.
I didn't do anything with Scar and I wanted her to know that. Her trust was important to me for it gave me some kind of freedom.
I jumped up from the bed and sleepily dragged my feet into the bathroom carrying my handbag along with me.
The bathroom was small but very neat. The tiled wall, the shower, the toilet and the sink all sparkled.
I found myself suddenly not minding that I was just about to take my bathe in the hospital.
I took of my clothes and used the toilet then proceeded to the side for a shower that I so deserved considering that I didn't have one yesterday.
Immediately the cold drops of water touched my hair I was reminded of my dream.
I didn't dream much, but when I did it was usually something that had happened or would happen.
However this dream was strange as neither had it happened nor did I see it happening.
I could never love a monster, so dark and dangerous as the man in my dreams.
I was drawn to men like Scar, angels who only engaged in violence to protect the ones they loved.
Resting my back on the wall I tried to make sense of the dream but there was actually no sense in it.
I exhaled the fear I felt and tried to breathe in, but my breath caught in my throat when I heard movements coming from the room.
"Who dares to enter in my room?!" Scar asked with his usual powerful voice, but this time it was laced with something else, something that caused fear to overwhelm me.
I quickly turned of the shower so he could hear me. "Scar?" My call sounding more of a question.
His voice reminded me of the one in my dream and for the first time my heart didn't beat hard for love for him but possible fear.
You don't know him Mira. He could be anything, he could be anyone. He could have lied about his name even. He could be using you. Be careful. A voice whispered in my head, causing my heart to rage faster than it already did.