Haruhi woke up with a scream. It was loud, shrill, and strong. Hot, fresh tears streamed down her face. She was going to die. If only she had her sword, she could have brought a fight; she's learned quite a lot from camp about defense and offense. But no, she was going to die – by the hands of the monsters, nonetheless.

"Haruhi, snap out of it!"

A voice. It sounded familiar. Kyoya. Was it Kyoya? It sounded like Kyoya. Though, he sounded desperate and strained. What's happening? Why is Kyoya here? Is he here to save her?

Suddenly, she felt warm hands cup her cheeks. Her head is jerked to the familiar black-haired demigod. He didn't have has glasses on, but she memorized his features to know it was him.

"K-Kyoya?" Her eyes drifted off to another black-haired demigod. "Mori?"

"You were dreaming." Kyoya said. "What was it about?"

"I. . . I don't know, I. . ."

"Try to remember, please."

"I was in a room. . . It was dark. . . There were monsters. And some other person. I don't know who, but he sounded like someone I've met. They were talking about an attack. . . and they knew I was there. . . so they all jumped at me."

Kyoya looked worried. He glanced at Annabeth, who was biting her lips. The blonde girl said something in English, but Haruhi was far too tired to translate it in her mind. But she caught a word that was translated automatically: bad.

Slowly, she felt herself slip back into sleep.

. . .

"Haruhi! Are you okay?" Honey asked, leaning close to Haruhi. His expression was filled with earnest concern. Usa-chan was being choked in the blonde's strong grip. "I heard you woke up screaming. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes," replied Haruhi. Dark circles were placed under her eyes and her voice was droned. Sleep had tried to pull her into its sweet embrace the whole day, but she kept herself awake (by slapping herself multiple times, mind you).

"I hope it was." Kyoya said. "Usually, dreams like those are real. It's hard to explain, but think about it as astral projection or something."

Haruhi was too tired to remember what astral projection was. But she knew she read about it somewhere. When she had a bit of free time, Nekozawa welcomed her into his clubroom. She was reluctant at first, but she found it interesting enough for her to get comfortable. He had welcomed her into the world of occult, telling her all about astral projection and curses.

Still, that guy needs to get better lighting. Sure, he had that strange illness with the light and stuff, but it was so dark in there. At least the candle gave a little light. . .

Wait a minute. Dark room. Candle. Familiar voice.

"Oh my gosh," Haruhi gasped. She caught the attention of the Host Club, who was currently discussing what astral projection was. "Nekozawa. It was him. That guy in my dream was Nekozawa!"

"What? Nekozawa? That doesn't make sense; humans can't see monsters, right?" Honey asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"I don't know, but. . . I just. . ."

"He's a demigod," Kyoya explained. "Son of Hecate. He could see through the mist. But I highly do doubt that it's him. I don't see a reason for him to attack camp. His mother is recognized and he is favored by her greatly."

"I knew that his curses were real!" Tamaki said, pointing an accusing finger to no one in particular. "I so knew it!"

"If he's a demigod," Haruhi began, slowly (her head was spinning), "then why isn't he here? He has a cabin waiting for him."

Kyoya waved his hand dismissively. "He never thought that this camp would be useful. He survived not only because of his wealth, but because of his magic and skills. The guy doesn't seem to need camp."

"I see."

"Anyways, Haruhi, make sure to sleep well this time. If you have another nightmare, though, try not to scream."

. . .

Kyoya said for her to sleep well, but. . . She just can't sleep. The memory of her nightmare was far too fresh and it scared her to even think about slipping into slumber. Besides, her mind was buzzing with various questions.

If that wasn't just a nightmare, who could be the culprit? It was surely not Nekozawa, that's for sure. . . But then again, it could also be him. It wasn't impossible; maybe he was really evil. No, no. There was differences in the voice. It was slightly deeper than Nekozawa's. Was he his brother? No, that can't be it. He only had a little sister.

Then Kyoya's voice rang through her head: Make sure to sleep well this time.

But how could she? So many questions, no answers! And don't get her started on the nightmare. Whenever she closed her eyes, the image of those foul beast appeared and she would jolt back awake. Today was just the worst.

I'll just read a book, she thought. Yes, that worked last time. Maybe if she read again, she would be too distracted to think. But it was ironic; the child of Athena wanting her mind to be blank. Hah.

She brought out the book she read yesterday and flipped open to the page she was on last. Her native language calmed her. She's been speaking and writing in English or Greek that she almost forgot to speak Japanese. Oh, that's also ironic: forgetting your own native tongue.

"Haruhi," a voice called, just as she finished a page. It was Kyoya. He was kneeling beside her bed. His hair was messy and there were bags under his eyes. "Can't sleep?"

Haruhi smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. I'm trying to read myself to sleep."

Kyoya's eyes drifted to her book. "I don't have time to read books, with school and training, but I'm guessing that's pretty good."

"It is! It's written so nicely and the plot is really well-thought!"

"Hah. You're cute when you get excited."

Haruhi blushed. Kyoya must be really sleepy to call her 'cute.' "I see. You should get some sleep. Kyoya-senpai. We need to wake up early tomorrow."

"I would, but you're awake. How about I sing you a lullaby?"

"Uh, no that's. . . Actually, sure." Haruhi placed her book back into her duffel bag and laid back down, pulling her covers over her face. "Go on."

Kyoya laughed softly. She must have looked funny, like some little kid. But she didn't mind at all; she was desperate for a rest.

The black-haired demigod started to sing after Haruhi looked comfortable. His voice was deep and delicate. It reminded her of how her father would sing to her when she was little. It was rare he did that, considering he was a busy man, but she loved those nights where he'd brush his hand through her hair and sing quietly to her.

Slowly, she felt herself drift off into sleep. This time, there was no image of monsters attacking her; just the image welcoming darkness.

. . .

She was back in the dark room. The candle no longer illuminated the faces of monsters, just the feet of the man above the platform. Haruhi knew where this was now, the Black Magic Clubroom. Whoever was on top of the platform, they were sitting on a throne. Well, that's what she saw in her visit there anyways.

"Why do you refuse to join forces with me?" a deep, ancient voice asked. The mere sound of it sent shivers down Haruhi's spine. "You are missing the opportunity of a life time!"

"Like I said, Chronos, I know what you will do. You will betray me once we win and leave me dead. My magic is not so powerful to defeat you, neither my forces."

"Why would you think that I would betray you?"

"I know your nature. Now leave! Don't anger me any further!"

"How dare you!"

There was a sigh. "Oh, please just go. It's tiring hearing your voice." There was a small silence before the man added, "Besides, someone is listening."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? I said someone is listening."

The feet shifted and the man was standing. Then slowly, he walked down the stairs at the side, stopping only when the light illuminated all but his head. "You know. . . You shouldn't be listening to our conversation." He lifted his hand and pointed an accusing finger at her.

"Haruhi Fujioka."

A/N:

Recently, I've been thinking about deleting this story. What do you guys think? Also, thanks for those who reviewed!