Part 10

Dreaming. She knew she was dreaming. But she couldn't wake herself up. Fire flickered throughout her mind, so much she thought she could almost feel it. It was gusting around her like the wind, but there was some other unknown force behind it, something darker. And then there were the flashes, flashes of light like lightning. They struck through her dream, revealing something different every time. Sometimes she saw the man, his eyes, watching her and laughing. But other times she saw something else. Different eyes, to another person, staring at her. Red eyes. She knew she was moving around, probably waking up everyone around her, but she couldn't snap out of it.

Santana and Brittany didn't like the idea of going back to their tent after everything that had happened, so they bunked in with Quinn and Sam. Santana and Quinn were in the middle, their respective partners either side, and Santana just hoped Quinn was getting a better nights sleep than she was.

'Santana?' She heard, still unable to wake herself.

'San?' someone else said, Brittany?

'What's wrong with her?' A male voice asked.

'I don't know, Santana?' Quinn said, shaking the sleeping brunette by the shoulders. 'Santana!' She shouted, but then realising that the tent wasn't soundproof she turned her voice to a whisper. 'S, come on.' She pleaded, putting her hand to the girls forehead. 'She's burning up, Brit.' She turned to the other blonde, worried look on her face.

'What can I do Q?'

'At the front of the tent, get me a bottle of water, and then Sam,' She turned around to look at him. 'Pass me that towel over there.' He did without question, handing her the small blue towel from behind him, and then gave her a gentle kiss on the shoulder as she turned back around. 'Thanks.' She smiled, taking the water from Brittany. She carefully poured an amount onto the towel and pressed it against Santana's head, trying to cool her down and hopefully snap her out of the nightmare. They heard her make a noise, but she still wasn't awake. 'B….Brit…' She said quietly.

'San?' Brittany looked down over her, 'San, I'm right here, wake up babe.'

'B…. B…. Ca….' But she couldn't say any more. Her left hand shot outwards, grabbing Brittany and taking her by surprise. The blonde let out a small gasp, but then returned the gesture, taking Santana's hand and holding on tight. She was really warm, like volcano kind of hot, and Brittany had no idea what was happening to her.

But then a few moments later, Santana let out a scream. It was loud and painful, everyone was up now. Quinn could hear them all unzipping their tents and mumblings of 'what the hell?' were flying around the campsite. And then Santana shot upwards and into Brittany's arms. 'San!' She cried, fully embracing the shaking brunette in her arms.

'Santana, you okay?' Sam asked, as he saw her looking around the tent, almost confused as to where she was.

'Yeah, I…. I think so.' She exhaled, Brittany releasing her and letting her fall back down.

'Santana you're burning up.' Quinn pointed out, as the brunette put her hand to her head and felt it covered in sweat.

'Shit, I'm sorry you guys.' She closed her eyes, but the faces were there again, the man and another with red eyes. She quickly sat back up, not wanting to fall asleep again.

'San, it's okay.' Brittany assured her. 'What's wrong, was it a nightmare?' Brittany tucked a strand of hair behind the girls ear, looking into the her eyes.

'Yeah B, it was.' She let out a small sob, putting her head in her hands and rocking slightly.

'Hey, it's okay,' Quinn comforted, 'do you want to talk about it?'

'I don't ever want to fall asleep again Q.' She looked at the blonde with desperate eyes and then filled them in on the dream. Well, the images she had seen, there wasn't much of a plot to this one.

1913 - Lima, Ohio

Seventeen year old Elena Johnston was one of the few who came out of Blaire Woods with the burn mark on her neck. She had many sleepless nights since she emerged from the trees a few months prior, of fire and faces and some unknown force, trying to take hold of her. Her family knew something was wrong, she looked tired all the time and when night came she would try her hardest not to go to sleep. After months of sleepless nights, her parents were awakened suddenly by a sharp scream. It rippled through out their entire small establishment, waking up their other three children and probably the neighbours to. Within seconds they were up and running to Elena's bedroom, where they found the door locked, barricaded. Mr Johnston did his best to push his way in, forcing the lock off of the door and then inch by inch he pried it open. He turned back to his wife once he was inside, telling her not to look, not to come in. She promised to take the children next door and wait for help, whilst Mr Johnston called the local authority. He had tears in his eyes as he tiptoed into the room, where he found his eldest child, hanging from the ceiling. The blood had been drained from her body, until she finally died from blood loss. Her lifeless corpse swinging gently from side to side, one foot tapping a rhythm out on her bedpost.

Present Day - Blaire Woods, Campsite

'Come on S.' Brittany said, taking her hand and leading her out of the tent. It was practically time to get up anyway, they wanted an early start to get out of these damn woods. They were met outside with everyone already awake.

'Hey,' Finn said, 'everything okay?'

'Yeah, we heard someone scream.' Tina said holding Mike's hand.

'Sorry, my bad.' Santana tried to joke about it, but Brittany didn't find it very funny.

'She had a nightmare.'

'Oh, right well do you guys want breakfast first or shall we just go now?' Puck asked, thinking they might be hungry. Sam and Quinn had followed the girls out of the tent and Quinn answered that question for them;

'Leave, now.' She smiled, seeing that Santana agreed.

'Okay then,' Puck clapped his hands, 'Come on guys we need to get these tents down.'

About an hour later they were all packed and ready to go, but then Quinn noticed something. 'What the hell are these?' She asked, looking at the stick people on the floor.

'Oh, we found them hanging from a tree, near that clearing Brit and Santana went to.' Rachel informed her, as the rest of the group gathered round.

'What are they for?' She bent down to pick one of them up, but when she touched it something strange happened. It was only for a second, a flash of light. As soon as her fingers connected with the odd wooden object she saw it. 'Shit.' She flinched, dropping it back to the ground as if it had burned her.

'Quinn you alright?' Sam asked, coming to her side.

'I…' She looked up at him, unsure of what had just happened. 'Santana?' She called, looking for the brunette.

'What is it Q?' Santana asked, as she and Brittany wandered over hand in hand.

'Your dream, you said there were red eyes.' Santana nodded, seeing the distress on the blondes face.

'What about them?'

'I just saw them too, when I picked that up.' She pointed down to the small figures on the floor.

'But whose eyes are they?' Rachel wondered, Santana and Quinn looking at her, and they both shrugged.

'I don't think any of us want to know.' Santana said shivering, the rest nodding in agreement as Brittany put her arms around the brunette; 'can we please go.'

'Yeah, come on guys we have everything.' Finn said as he walked up to them.

'Great,' Santana stated, and then they all started to walk back through the gap in the trees. It was just a shame that this gap wasn't the one they had come through on the way in.