I had a dream about the death of me and my sister
Yes me and Skylar.
It was absolutely the worst thing I have ever came to witness while subconscious.
I was in a room I didn't recognize. It was a large room with a painting of a man who I also didn't recognize but somehow he seemed familiar.
In front of the painting was a medium sized oak desk with a formal looking chair behind it, it was a chair that looked like it would be something the vampire counsel would own. I remembered it because I immediately thought of Alec when I saw it.
The room had an empty space in front of the desk but around it had of couches that again looked like they could belong to the vampire counsel.
The room was brightly lit due to a large window that covered an entire wall to the far left with only a white thin curtain to cover it.
"Huh." I muttered to myself allowing my curiosity to take place as I slowly let one foot guide me a step closer.
After taking the one step I stopped and waited by counting to ten, using this little tactic to make sure nobody was going to jump out and try to harm me.
When nothing happened I let my muscles relax and allowed myself to look around the room.
Walking over to the desk I opened and closed drawers, not finding anything interesting but just a bunch of papers that seemed uninteresting.
"Where the Hell...?" I muttered wondering if I was even still in the future.
I opened up the top middle drawer of the desk only finding more papers and as about to slam the drawer out of frustration but stopped when I noticed there weren't just endless words like the others, this looked like a list.
I felt my curiosity overwhelm me as I quickly looked around to make sure nobody was around before quickly grabbing the paper and reading it.
Only what I saw not only confused me but made my heart speed up a little more.
On the list was a name of people and on the top two were me and Skylars names circled like whoever wrote it was about to make holes into the paper.
Even though I wasn't entirely sure what that was about I had a very bad feeling about it. Looking at the rest of the names they were people I've never met and their names didn't have circles around them like mine and Skylars.
I felt myself shudder and dropped the paper back into the drawer and slammed it shut as if it were on fire.
I looked around the rest of the room trying to take my mind off of the list while looking around I noticed a big painting on the other side of the room. I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before considering it took up half the wall.
I shook my head and started to walk up to it, taking the picture in little by little.
Slowly I walked up to it narrowing my eyes as I looked at it. Something about it seemed very familiar even though the picture only revealed a row of five men in uniforms looking directly at whoever must of been painting it at the time. They must have been in the military because of their uniforms, which reminded me of German uniforms from World War 2 with the long black coats that almost reached to their knees with what had numerous badges and medals on their coats. I almost half expected to see a nazi badge on there. All of them were wearing hats with a weird gold symbol badge on it, what the symbol was I wasn't sure.
Their pants were slick and black and their shoes were looked to be just polished black shoes, no badges or anything out of the ordinary there.
Although when I looked back up to reexamine their badges and ribbons, I noticed one of them, the one in the center, had a Sergeant Major badge.
"Huh. So he must be the leader of them." I muttered to myself examining him.
Next to him, on his right was who have must have been the Lieutenant considering the badge he was wearing. "I guess he must be the right hand man." I said squinting for a closer look at the Lieutenant. "You do seem familiar though."
I looked for a name badge of some sort trying to figure out who exactly they were, especially the Lieutenant.
For a moment I stopped looking for a name badge and looked at the mans features of blue slightly grey eyes, medium to dark brown curly hair, and a face that no matter how many times I wished I'd forget, I'd never seemed to be able to.
"Oh no..." I said feeling the familiar feeling of dread wash over me. "Son of a..."
I couldn't finish my sentence due to the sound of voices and footsteps coming from what sounded like outside the door.
Panic arose in me like a deer caught in a head lights as I quickly looked around the room for a place to hide. "Shit!" I whispered yelled to myself as I ran over to the couches over near the window and flung myself on the floor and prayed I wouldn't be seen.
"Now sir, I'm not saying I'm disagreeing with your idea of action but more of questioning it." A slightly deeper but familiar voice, filled the room along with the opening of a door followed by footsteps.
'God damn him...' I angrily thought to myself as I heard none other than Elliot's voice fill the room.
Whoever he was talking with sighed almost frustrated before continuing, "Now Lieutenant, tell me what you have trouble comprehending."
The voice, whoever it was, while seeming to have a friendly, almost cheerful tone to it, even I couldn't help but notice the hard edge in it.
Something told me this guy meant nothing but business and when he called Elliot "Lieutenant" it was more out of belittling and mockery rather than respect.
"Well what I don't understand is why would we have to so quickly build an army when we are in no real danger. We've already taken over most of America, if not the world. Why do you have to rebuild another army and prepare for a battle when we already are still dealing with the effects of what happened last time." Elliot replied almost nervously.
"Elliot you son of a bitch..." I mouthed feeling my anger flare up like flames as I waited for whoever he was talking to reply to his latest remark, a small part of me hopping he'd punish him.
But there was nothing but silence.
For some reason I knew this wasn't going to result well.
"Lieutenant, let me explain to you something about war." The voice finally said seemingly angry.
"Sir, I understand what-" Elliot started but was cut off.
"Silent!" The voice barked.
Elliot immediately shut up.
Somehow I knew that this guy wasn't one to be messed with considering Elliot if all people didn't fight back.
"Now, let me explain something to you about war. War is...War is a very complex thing. Sometimes it solves problems between two very different opinions, and other times it causes so much destruction that one side is forced to surrender and come to terms with the bigger and better. In our case, this is the second of those two options. For years we have been fighting for our individual freedom which was taken from us from the very start. We have had to go by whatever those...Vile wasteful creatures of "God" had wanted for centuries without any say in it and our own kind being looked down upon on for nothing! Now, now we have a chance to free ourselves from this, we can make something of ourselves and if we really wanted, we could make them give up everything, just like we had to! If we really wanted we could have not only that little world of "paradise" they call "Heaven" but we can have this in between human world as well! Everything could be ours!" The voice boomed seemingly to get lost in thought.
'Shit. This doesn't sound good. This guy seems crazier than Elliot!' I thought eyes widening. 'Whatever this may be and wherever the Hell I am, I have to figure out who the Hell this guy is so when I have the chance, I can tell whoever will be useful.' I thought slowly scotching around the couch to get a sneak peek.
"Yes, Sir, I understand all of that but don't you think we should wait? Just until the enemy lets their guard down before striking."
"Why wait Lieutenant?!" The voice asked frustrated. "All we have to do is devise a plan to get at least one of the leaders of that world out of the equation and the rest of that army will be to weak without the main vessel. We'll be able to take them out without hassle. Do you understand?" The voice asked with a cold edge in it, daring Elliot to go against his word.
"Yes Sir, I understand." Elliot sounded like he was nodding like a bobble head.
'Dipshit.' I thought annoyed as I slowly turned my head to catch him sitting behind his desk and Elliot standing talk him front of it, both of them in uniforms.
I felt my stomach drop six feet below.
"Very good. Now, dismiss yourself, I have a lot of preparations I have to go over before we move forward with our plan and do not let this slip out, if that meddling girl you used to associate yourself with or that traitor you call family find out about this, our whole plan will be ruined. Got it?" The Sergeant from the picture warned.
"Yes Sir. I won't mention anything Sir." Elliot said standing up a little straight of the mention of "Future me" and Chaz to him.
"Good. Dismiss." The Sergeant replied without even looking up at Elliot anymore.
"Yes Sir." Elliot said saluting him and quickly walking out.
It wasn't until the door was completely closed before I heard the noise of a drawer opening and closing. I peeked from behind the couch to find the Sergeant pulling out a piece of paper from the middle of the desk and even before I saw the two circled names on the very top I knew it was the list that I found earlier.
My mouth went dry as if I had been sucking on chalk.
"As soon as we take the first one out, the other will be too busy mourning out of the loss of her sister to protect her little army. Soon, we will be in power again. Soon. When we do, I'll have joy taking the younger one out next."
The whole world felt like it had stopped and the room was closing in.
The last thing I remembered was almost abandoning my cover and head on taking the Sergeant bare hands before I woke up with something heavy on my chest.
