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Yes yes! Next chapter! 8D *has a small party* FINALLLYYYYYY!

Sorry to leave you guys hanging on that horrible cliffhanger for a month... I'M JUST THAT TERRIBLE MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAH! Well actually it's because I got into Pokemon Black and well... I STARTED WRITING A FIC FOR THAT... EHEHEHE I'm such a nerd...

Well I won't delay you...

Disclaimer: HOW I WISH I HAD THIS... *stares at wishing star* DAMN...


Chapter Nine: Waking Regret

Where am I? This better not be one of those trippy fever dreams…

Something oppressive… what is it?

Her vision opened up and Becca found herself staring at a violet, indigo night sky dotted with millions upon millions of tiny flickering stars. Nothing else surrounded her but that night sky, she was floating in an emptiness that seemed to stretch onwards and onwards until the end of time.

Have I died?

No… dying would be less… dark… wouldn't it? I don't know!

Pinching her arm and blinking at the dull feeling Becca acknowledged that she wasn't dead, but she was perhaps… dreaming? A bright light lit up the world around her and she watched as a full moon rose high before her, luminous and splendid in the night sky. It's rounded surface felt so close and yet she could not reach out to touch it. Becca puzzled at this, staring absentmindedly at the glowing orb with admiration for its beauty.

Suddenly a new flash burned into her retinas and a bright two-tailed comet sailed over her field of vision. The comet was white and red, it emanated evil but at the same time it flickered with such a dark kind of brilliance that Becca had trouble tearing her eyes from it. Blazing through the sky the two-tailed comet launched itself straight for the moon. In a fiery radiance it slammed into the surface, but there was no sound, nothing but silence followed the impact and not even a single stone on the moon's surface budged. It was as if the comet itself were ghostlike and passing through the moon like light passes through glass.

She tried to reach out and touch the ghostly flames licking from the comet's tail, but as soon as her fingers came into contact with the flickering, dancing light something terrible happened. A silver liquid snaked up her arm, trickling like blood up her fingertips and over her knuckles. Worming it's way up her wrist and forearm, the silver burned as it went, Becca didn't notice how much danger she was in until she looked down. The silver had latched onto her calf and was burying itself in her flesh, it swirled into the gashes on her arms, neck and collarbone and a searing pain followed it wherever it touched. Her skin began to peel and her pink flesh underneath became hot, raw and red. A sizzling sound reached her ears and smoke rose from her skin, she howled in pain with the fear building in her heart.

"Help! HELP! HELP!" she shrieked, bellowing to the stars above for assistance. But none came. She searched the blackness frantically for the constellation of Draco, it was not there, these stars were unfamiliar and strange. She would die alone, in pain and all forgotten by the world.

Her vision tunneled and the silver leaked into it, blurring it into colours much like a gasoline rainbow you find in puddles. Swirling round and round in that pool off pain and burning heat, Becca screamed and struggled to no avail at freeing herself.

Impossible, it is impossible to live like this.

Is it so impossible?

Isn't it your fault that your friend died and your other friend suffered?

Did you not step in to stop them when the time came?

You're immortal, you should not have feared that king's blade…

You are weak…

You are a coward…

And you are alone, so very alone…

"STOP IT!" she bellowed just as the silver started pouring down her throat and filling her lungs, she lost her sight.

It is entirely your fault.


Awaking in a cold sweat Becca screamed and kicked at what was holding her down, straining against whoever her adversary was. The place she had awoken in was brightly lit and warm, but it was the heat that drove her burning wounds mad. She heard voices; they were commanding something of her. Pain outweighed the need to obey and she ignored such commands and went on yelling.

The flames seared into her very mind, hurting her own ears with her screaming. Becca kicked and squirmed when a cold pressure suddenly bloomed on her side, cool gave away to hot and the pain inaugurated again.

"Becca! Becca stop," a voice sounded in her ears, Becca opened her eyes she saw a stone roof above her. The agony did not subside, aching and scalding, freezing and burning. She felt pressure on her body as someone tried to hold her down, "Stop it! We're trying to help!" she just hollered and refused to listen.

What's going on? Why does it all hurt so much? She thought through the endless screaming as something was applied to the gash on her collarbone that stung bitterly. What happened? I can't remember! Have I lost my mind? Or… have I died and this is what Hell is like? More of the stinging stuff appeared on her half and her arm, wave upon wave of electricity-like pain shot into her. Just let me die already! Was the last thought as her line of sight blurred and faded again to an uninterrupted and feverish world of blackness.


Becca was lying in a faintly lit room when she came to. Blinking her eyes open slowly she stared at the ceiling, realizing she was lying on her back Becca eased her head to the side. There were clean sheets covering her and her arm, chest and leg were bound tightly in what looked like fresh bandages, more of them were secured to her face and her neck. Her throat felt dry and she tried to swallow past the dully-painful dryness, her lips were chapped and she could taste blood. Her skin was warm but not as feverish as she recalled in her dreams, still covered with sweat she breathed a sigh and rotated her head to the other side. She blinked again when she saw Geoff asleep in a chair next to the bed, snoring calmly.

What was all that about? What happened? Trying to sit up she groaned at the dull pain in her muscles. The sound apparently roused Geoff who shifted in the chair and opened his eyes. Glancing at Becca he smiled, "You're awake," he said.

She nodded stiffly, "W-what happened? All I remember is… not much I'll tell you that…" she tried to laugh but a sharp pain ended it in a loud cough. Geoff got up and stuck his hand in what appeared to be a bucket, pulling out a cloth he rung it out and folded it on her forehead.

"We heard you screaming so we came to see what was going on," the boy explained, "as soon as we got to the hall you were on the floor bleeding, this was lying next to you," he pulled out the silver dagger and the air buzzed in her ears. Becca instantly shied away from it.

"Put it away! It's silver! Get it away from me!" she yelped, cowering in the covers.

Taken aback Geoff did as she said and sheathed it in his back pocket, "Why? What's so bad about silver," he asked curiously.

Becca shook her head, "I'll tell you later. Someone might be listening," she muttered warily. Although he looked puzzled Geoff didn't question any further, he got up and straightened his tunic.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get the others," and he left, Becca lay back down on the pillow, staring out at an open window. How is it that I lived? Aren't werewolves supposed to die when they're stabbed with silver? She mused, confusion struggling to be reasoned, But… I wasn't stabbed, I was cut. So does that justify that I didn't die? Hmmn, maybe.

There was a commotion at the door and Drake stuck his head into the room, "Becca! You're up!" he smiled and showed his pointed teeth, "How are you feeling?" Geoff shoved by underneath his chin and sat back down in the chair, Liane and Kwan made their way into the room a little bit more gracefully than the boy.

"Do you feel better?" asked Liane, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What are you talking about? Of course she feels better!" said Geoff cheerfully.

Kwan folded his arms and Liane smiled, "Let her answer Geoff,"

Becca grinned, "I'm okay I guess… what happened exactly? Geoff told me a little, but how'd it all stop?" she sat up carefully, leaning mostly on her right side and avoiding much movement with her left arm and her bandaged calf.

"Well, if Geoff told you most of it, we're wondering who did this to you? Kwan used his healing skills to save you but we aren't sure how it happened," said Liane, "We found that dagger but no one else was around,"

She retraced her memories, "Someone attacked me… I know he was tall and dark, the only problem is… I didn't get a good look at his face he kept it hidden," her cheek throbbed and she put her hand on it, wincing from the pain. "He was muttering weird shit to me… and referred to someone else who is probably calling the shots…" Liane frowned.

"What do you mean?" Geoff beat her to the question.

Becca shrugged, "That he's got someone pulling the strings behind this, he said something like, 'now we know what you fear," and then started cutting me with that, that thing!" she shivered, wounds complaining at the movement.

Kwan sighed, "Be careful around people for now, and don't go off alone too much. We were only just able to save you, I have never seen wounds like that before,"

"It was like… you were burning," shuddered Liane.

The werewolf was silent, "That's what silver does…" she muttered, "But I'll explain that later…" she yawned widely and tried to stretch without moving too much.

"I think it best if you sleep for now," advised Kwan, taking a step towards the door and motioning for the others to follow.

Liane nodded and smiled at Becca, "Good to see you feeling better,"

As the two of them left Geoff got out of the chair and took the cloth from Becca's forehead, "Get some rest okay?" he rinsed it in the bucket and replaced it on her head, "Drake and I will come and check on you in the morning," the promise he made caused Becca to smile.

"And we'll bring you some food!" chimed Drake, bumping his head on the doorframe on his way out. She chuckled quietly as to not open her gashes again. Geoff patted her on the head kindly and went out of the room with Drake. The door shutting behind them, Becca breathed yet another sigh and sank back more into the pillow.

She looked about the room, the candle on the bedside table lit up only a small portion of the wall where she was lying. There was a window shutter holding it closed, she gently stretched up and shoved the window open, grinding her teeth together when pain lanced up her side.

When the window opened, she gazed out at the night sky with all the stars flickering and seeming to dance above her. Fixing her pillows she rested back and stared out at them, spotting that familiar constellation. The star at the head of the constellation Draco twinkled and her face alighted for a split second. Before her heart started to ache, it's my fault… it's all my fault that you're there… she felt tears coming to her eyes and she shut her eyes tightly to try and stop them. Turning over she blew out the candle, returning to staring out back at the stars. The head of the dragon twinkled brightly, Becca felt the tears coming back and wiped them away but more kept coming.

I'm such a coward, and I let you die because of it. I made you both suffer because I couldn't stop it… she couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze from the ever silent stars, despite her emotions. I'll never forgive myself for that…

She fell asleep with tears running down her face and the window open to the heavens, stars remaining ever unresponsive and the almost full moon hanging in the sky.


I HATE DEM TRIPPEH DREAMS...

I have the SAME one whenever I have a fever... D8 About a monster truck and an apple... it's really twisted...

ANYWAYS... I just LOVE being horrible don't I? Sorry that this chapter wasn't as FUN as the others... 0_0 hopefully I can get my humor writing-spree back! (After writing so much sappy fluff lately D8)

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