The Dream

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Luna Pov

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Drip, drip, drip.

That's what I heard. I gasped and sat up, startled by the change in scenery. I was not in my bedroom. I wason the floor of what looked like a church. Many, of the pews, were broken, and the was blood was everywhere, the walls looked like they were melting.

I could hear the warm blood slide down the walls like some kind, of ooze, thanks to my werewolf hearing.

I could smell it too.

The air was filled, with a metallic quality. I had to lift my shirt to cover my nose so I wouldn't get sick. I wasn't squeamish around blood the witches specifically, Agnes cleared me of that fear long ago. But the smell was so sickening and strong that I could almost taste it. I wanted to throw up. I didn't want to know how all the blood had gotten there.

I turnedaround, eyes wide, I had heard it again.

Drip, drip, drip.

I looked around the church to find the source, but I couldn't find it. I looked at the ground and bent down.

There was something shiny. I reached down and got Hayley's necklace. That was weird since she never took it off. I had a sudden urge to look at the statue of the angel. I did, and my heart stopped.

Below the angel was Hayley.

Not the Hayley I knew. The Hayley I knew was warm and bright and very talkative, friendly.

This Hayley was cold, unresponsive, and silent. She, was covered in blood. Not breathing, and she had no heartbeat.

Seeing her like that scared me even though this was nothing more than a dream, nothing more than a nightmare I would soon wake from.

It felt like a huge weight pressing down on my chest. I started to throw things around in anger and frustration. The things I was picking up felt real. But this couldn't be real. I was looking too hard into it.

"Well, my precious daughter, you gave me no choice."

I turned around and saw Sabine with a smug smile on her face. I walked towards her with my hand raised to hit her as she used to hit me when I did something wrong or if I didsomething that was "unnatural" to her.

I couldn't hit her, though. It seemed like there was some kind, of invisible force field surrounding her, protecting her.

"Oh no, no, no, Luna. I don't think so! This is, my territory. I created this space, just for me and you! Which means that I make up all the rules. You can't touch me here. But I can do whatever I want even if that means to hurt you..."

Sabine started walking towards me. I could see that blank expression on her face. That's how she would look whenever she was about to hurt me. She told me that if she didn't think about it, then it was easier for herself and me too...

I shrunk down, forgetting that I was a lot stronger than her. Then I remembered that I was powerless, in here, in this dream state, there was nothing I could do to stop her. Nothing I could do, to defend myself.

I was so afraid of her. Not her as a person, but all the pain she could inflict on me.

Whenever I was younger, and she was teaching me spells when I did something wrong, she would beat me with whatever book she had been teaching me with. She would throw glass bowls, spoons, and daggers at me. When she got tired of using psychical strength, she would use her magic, giving me migraines that lasted for more than a couple of days. She would give me stomach cramps, make me throw up the little food I had, and blood, mostly blood. And it went everywhere: on my thin clothes, on the floors, on the walls, even on her, which of course, made my punishments worse. Iremember screaming for help for someone anyone I pleaded and begged, but no one came to save me. Castiel came when he could, but some nights I spent alone.

I shrunk back as Sabine brought out a worn leather belt, remembering the feeling it brought to my skin, even thoughit never left a scar thanks to my werewolf healing and my secret friend's healing powers.

I flinched I could smell it. The belt was laced, with wolf's bane. Not to mention she had put holes in it that made every hit hurt worse than the last one.

Sabine started walking towards me, the leather belt in hand. I tried to move, but I found I couldn't. I was frozen, in place before her. I couldn't even run away in my dreams and nightmares.

"I am sorry about this-"

She always apologized, but something told me that she never really was sorry. That almost everything that came out of her mouth was a lie.

"I do need to send a message. Better you than your sister. And if I am to send this message through, you then you are going to need to sit still. Feel the need to scream all you want. You won't be going anywhere for a while," Sabine announced with a slight laugh in her voice.

I started crying it was all overwhelming. Hayley dead, the smell of the blood, the sound of it sliding down the walls. I coughed how, did it get so hot in here, all of a sudden. It looked like the blood was steaming and making the smell worse. Sabine raised her other free hand, and I suddenly found myself forced onto my knees by her magic.

The blood was past my wrists and soaked my knees. It felt like warm bathwater. I hated being so close to its coppery bitter stench.

Sabine raised the belt and hit me on my back. I screamed, and she hit me again, this time with more force. I could feel my skin just tear open...

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I woke up screaming. I could feel every hit even though I was now awake. My skin felt like it was on fire. My head was boiling every breath, I took felt like I was inhaling blood. Drowning in it.

I coughed up blood, heaved it even. The sheets and blankets were wet and now permanently stained. I rolled out of my bed, thrashing around. I was now on the ground, curled up in a ball. During a beating, when I wasn't chained up, I would usually do this to block out most of the hits from my arms, stomach, and chest. Having my ribs broken and busted up, was one of the worst pains. When I curled into this position, I could protect myself to a certain extent. But that was in the real world, I didn't know how to protect myself from the dream one.

Sabin's belt, could still be felt hitting my back, as well as other parts of my body.

I had stopped throwing up blood, but my head was still painfully pounding. The lashes on my body hadn't stopped. Each passing one seemed to hurt worse than the ones before.

The door burst open, and I saw everyone in my room wearing very confused and concerned faces.

Klaus came to me first and put his hand on my head.

His touch though it did not do any real healing, made me feel better and somehow safer.

"Her temperature is rising. Get her into the water. That may interrupt and slow the process of the lashes being, created."

I gasped when the water touched my skin more out of relief than pain despite the severe coldness.

After most of the lashes had stopped, Elijah had me in his, arms I now realized. For some odd reason, I was searching for Klaus...

The moment I was out of the pool, Rebekah helped Hayley wrap the towel around me, though Elijah still held me. Klaus came in front of me with a piece of cloth and started wiping off my face.

Hayley covered her mouth with both of her hands. Klaus had a startled expression on his face, Elijah, too.

I felt dizzy, and everything around me started to blur. I could hear everyone calling my name, but I was too weak to answer back...