When I did wake up again, I was lying under silk covers and Damon was there stroking my waist, I turned my head and looked him in the eyes and he tired to smile. It was a very weak smile, he was sad. I touched his face, my hand was a quite cold and I took it back immediately, but he caught it in his hand and pressed to his cheek.

"I missed you." He said, his voice is just a breath.

"Missed you too. I'm sorry." I said, my voice cracked.

"Shhh." He hushed me and moved so he was cradling me. "It's over now."

I stiffened, remembering Christian. The thought brang his voices to my mind again, like I had woken him as I had woken myself.

Good morning, huh nearly five days you were out, and Damon thinks it's all over, well Hun news flash, it isn't. Christian said, holding back laughter.

"Five days?" I muttered to myself.

That's right, five long slow days you were out, never moved a muscle they thought you were dead, Damon wept over your body, when he thought you were dead. Oh poor little you, haven't had a good couple of days have you. He said and laughed loudly, making my head ache.

"Get out of my head!" I screamed.

Damon patted my face quickly. "Scarlett?" he said.

I screamed as he hit my head, through me, making a deep cut in my head.

"Stefan!" Damon shouted.

I came back then and sat upright quickly. Damon placed his hand on my shoulders as I breathed rapidly. I shivered and Damon wrapped his arms around me pulling me against him.

Stefan touched my forehead with a wet cloth and sighed.
"Scar?"

I looked at him then leaned against Damon. "Mmm."

"How do you feel?" Stefan asked, patting my neck with the cloth.

"Sore, do you know a Christian Flame?" I asked them.

"I do." Said Stefan.

"Who is he?"

"Mr Flame has a very bad reputation. He's kills are always perfect; he is perfect in control, making others insane and making pain for others. Why?"

Yes my dear, why?

"He's in my head." I whispered. "Fifi's mate, he wants to kill me."

Damon stared at Stefan for a good while then looked at me. "Scar?" he asked.

I didn't answer, as pain ripped through my head again deeply. I held back screams and listened to Christian in my head again.

My dear Scarlett, come join me. Take my side, or watch me take over your mind with joy. Make your mind up quickly or else, it will be more painful for you.

Choices…. Die, Go to Christian, Fight it? What do I chose?

Let me know what you think Scarlett should chose…if you have any idea let me know… xo Nikki