Author's Note: As a member of Pride High's amazing boards, I will first brainwash all my subscribers to go check it out the site. . Secondly, this is all my friend Darkness(Mad_Wicccan)'s fault. Esepcially chapter three...So this is dedicated to him.
Disclaimer: Violence and smutt ahead. This warnign goes for all chapters. I own Locke Scott and Faye Foxblade. William Essex, Thomas Du-L'esprit and James Williams belong to dear Darkness. All other characters belong to their respective creators on the boards, and of course the theme of Pride High is owned by the awsoem Verdant
Locke was trapped in his body, forced to watch himself slaughter his family. Watch from behind his eyes as he destroyed them all.
Lupa.
Bastet.
The twins.
Mother.
Father.
All of them dead by his claws and his water.
Locke screamed in his head for it to stop. To make this nightmare end. Because it was just that...right? Just a nightmare... A horrible...horrible nightmare... He could wake up and it would all be okay...right?
He heard himself laugh. It was his voice, but not his laugh. Locke could never be so cold. So cruel...
"Hm...perhaps nex is mummy Nessie," the voice not Locke's cackled.
Locke screamed in his head with force to rival Sofia on a bad day, and luckily it seemed enough to wake himself from the dream.
He shot up still screaming before catching himself breathing heavily in a cold sweat. He was in bed in Poseidon Prep. No dead bodies. He looked at his hands in the dark room. No blood.
But then...why could he still hear that cold laugh?
Slowly his head turned to a dark corner in his room. "No..."
"Oh yes."
"William..." he hissed.
"In the flesh," the Englishman grinned.
"What are ye doin here?"
William merely chuckled, "Just retrieving my things. I didn't have time to do so after our little battle."
"'ow did ya even get 'ere?" Locke asked, vividly, and somewhat happily, remembering William floating off earlier that day.
William smirked, "Now that's a secret."
Locke growled and made a motion to stand before the sudden appearance of a wraith rising from the floor by his feet stopped him mid movement.
"Now, now. No reason to alert anyone."
That was right...Locke could call the others to him easily! If he screamed the others would wake up, or at least Faye would. The audiokinetic would kill for being woken up so early, especially if Will were the cause of it.
Locke sucked in his breathe and prepared to scream when Will smirked and wagged his finger at him, "No no, I wouldn't do that Mr. Scott."
He let out his breath and glared at William, "An why not?"
"If you call them here I'll simply posses you again. I could easily make you look crazy...or I could make your dream reality."
"Ye wouldn't"
"Oh? So sure? Then try me," William smirked as Locke continued to growl and clench his fists.
"What do ye want from me, William?" he hissed.
Will smirked in the dark. "You killed my little ghost friend among other things, consider this a bit of revenge."
Locke glared, "If te Maiden was yer idea o a friend than ya need ta find betta friends. Besides... Travis killed her, not me."
"Ah yes, the Ice Queen did kill her but, well his room is a lot more guarded than yours Lockey."
Locked twitched at the nickname. Black eyes darted around the room. If he kept talking...maybe he could distract Rev. His water pouch was on the dresser besides Will, the latch on it was securely shut but with the right manipulation he could open it using the water inside.
That was when will followed his gaze and laughed. He snatched the pouch and tossed it back and forth, careful to keep it shut. "Locke, I'm disappointed. Did you think you could trick me? I've been inside of you, I know how your powers work," he laughed again. Will could feel the water moving within the pouch, though his finger held the latch secure until a wraith came up through the floor and took the pouch from the room entirely.
"Give it back, William."
"No. Don't think I will actually," he smirked as he made his way towards the bed and Locke.
The feral went to stand and face Will when another wraith came up to stop him. This one however did not block his path. This one passed through him sending shivers up his spine before clamping ghostly hands on his forearms, keeping him from moving from the bed.
"Let. Me. Go," he growled trying to break free much to William's amusement.
The other laughed again as he watched the Scott struggle in vain. Revenant leaned over and put his face in Locke's and sneered, "Know this Mr. Scott, I'm not through with you yet." And with that Will stole a kiss before laughing and disappearing with the remaining wraiths.
Locke was shocked to silence as he brought a hand to his lips. Why had he...?
It was then that something in Locke's mind clicked. He suddenly heard the rapping on his door and the calling of his name. Before he could stand to investigate he heard someone mumble something along the lines of 'the door is locked thus it can be opened' and with a small metal click the door was swung open to reveal a sleepy Thomas and another boy that Locke couldn't name.
"Locke! Mon dieu," Thomas sighed looking at the confused feral. "We've been trying to get you to open up for ten minutes."
Locke blinked rapidly, "...Really? I didn't hear ya at all.." Though there had been good reason not to.
The other boy looked over at Locke. "Are you okay though? We heard a scream and Thomas thought we should check on you."
Locke nodded temporarily replacing one confusing event for another in his mind. "Uhm..yeah...Who are ye 'gain?"
The boy laughed, "Sorry, forgot my manners there. James. James Williams."
William! That was right, maybe he was still in the building!
"Locke are you sure you're okay?" Thomas asked him again, "You look a little off color though it's hard to be sure with you..."
"William. William was here just now!"
James seemed lost though Thomas went slightly rigid at the mention of his former roommate. "Locke..no one was here..."
"Yes! Before ye came in I 'ad a nightmare an I woke up an he was 'ere! He jus left!"
"Locke is it? We've been standing outside that door this whole time. The only thing we heard was you, no one else."
Locke bit at his lip. Great now he was starting to feel crazy on top of paranoid about the necromancer's kiss and warning. "But he was 'ere..! One o his wraiths stole me water pouch!" Ha. That would be proof that he wasn't crazy.
Thomas let his eyes drift over things in the dark room before he made his way to the dresser on the other side of the room and held up the black pouch, "You mean this one yes?"
Locke frowned. He hadn't seen the wraith put it back... "I swear on Nessie, I'm not lyin ta ya...."
"Locke you said it yourself you had a nightmare, and Revenant's a nightmare by day, it was probably all in your head...though one would wonder why you were dreaming of him..."
"But he-"
"He what?" Thomas asked curiously.
Locke bit his lip and shook his head. "Nothin.." No need to tell them William had kissed him. If it was a dream he didn't want to know why his subconscious thought up that horror, and he knew Thomas would read too much into it if he knew.
"Then we're settled and we've determined it was all a nightmare?"
Locke felt his cheeks heat up as he nodded. He felt like a fool now too. A crazy delusional fool.
"Then if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed," the Frenchman sighed, pushing past James to the door across the hall.
"Hey..Locke? Random question for ya," James spoke up mid step out of the room before coming back inside.
"Go on.." Locke prompted trying to push his thoughts aside and failing.
James pointed at an unslept in bed opposite of Locke's "Has that bed always been empty?"
"Yeah, fer 'while now, why? Already sick o Thomas?" he asked trying to force a laugh.
James face scrunched up in thought, "No...because when I first transfered my room was temporarily with two other guys, I just got moved to Thomas' room now that, that William kid is gone. I'm wondering why they didn't put me in your room, Dr. Alexander said there were no available rooms at the moment."
Locke leaned back against the wall by his bed and nodded as he recalled his former roommate, "Yea, tat bed's kinda cursed, I guess ye could say. Te las' student ta 'ave it controlled dreams, mostly nightmares. No one could get a peaceful night's sleep on tat ting afta he transfered ta Avalon. So I get me own room 'till tat bed is replaced."
James nodded. That did make sense if the student had control troubles. Another thought occurred, "Do you think maybe that's the reason for your own nightmare?"
"If it is, I'm havin' Kamole burn it ta shreds in te mornin'"
James laughed. "Well its late. Nice meeting you, Locke."
"Ye too James."
The Welsh boy nodded in farewell before closing Locke's door and returning to his own room with Thomas.
Once Locke was alone again he sighed and put his face in his hands. It was official. He was a mess. He looked back up at the ceiling before walking over to his dresser. He picked the pouch up in his hand and tossed it back and forth, it was definitely his, there had been no switching which threw that conspiracy out the window.
With a sigh he went to put it back when he noticed something. A small torn piece of paper taped to the bottom of his pouch. He ripped it off and took it back to his bed where the moonlight was brightest. Sitting down once more he looked at the paper. In elegant script the paper bore two words that froze Locke to the spot:
Sweet Dreams
