Skyler used a towel to lightly dry her damp curls as she padded out of the bathroom. Damion wanted her at his place but, honestly, this was all too new for her. And she needed space to adjust. So she promised to stay at the small rooms at the Clubhouse. At least here he knew she was protected what with Club members always going in and out and one of the prospects never a scream away incase of trouble. She sat on the edge of the bed thoughfully. Her life had undergone such a turn since she came here. She went from being alone, an orphan legacy, in New Orleans to this....family as Damion called them. Even if Skyler hadn't most of them yet. Honestly, it was overwhelming. Even more so than New Orleans. At least there, she knew the rules. Knew the people. The location. And above all, she knew the ways. Charming was a total different world. She felt out of place here. The new kid, so to speak. 

"You're expecting too much of yourself," she said to her reflection in the mirror. "You just.....you need to relax. Go with the flow. Sometimes things have to go wrong, in order to go right," she said to herself, trying to quell her anxiety. "Mom always said it....so did uncle Sav. I'll be fine. Just gotta be me....everything else will go fine. I can do this." She sighed as she threw the towel onto the chair and slipped into one of Damions t-shirts, smirking at how big it was on her. The way it brushed her knees and fell off one shoulder. "Gimme a belt and itd be a cute dress." She mused before she let herself sprawl onto the bed. 

She gripped a pillow and yawned before she let sleep find her once more. When was the last time she had slept anyway? She didn't even remember at the moment. So much had happened so fast, she hadn't let herself stop to rest. Now, as she finally laid down alone and let herself drift. Her body going limp as sleep finally took hold of her. Skylers exhausted carried her deep, so deep that she didn't notice the ripple in the reflection as the skoti peered through the glass to watched her. Mirrors were portals as much as running water was, windows to the other side. A fact that Skyler had overlooked in her weariness. And Skoti were such devious dream demons, dark red grin crossing its face as it curled over the sleeping reflection of her. It hovered there a moment, just watching her....allowing her some time to slip into sweet dreams....before it laid over her and seemed to melt into her like a soul.

The music was loud in her ears as she danced. Skylers dress swirled around her as her father spun her around the floor. "Theres a smile. I was beginning to think we'd never see it again," Elijah said as he kissed her cheek. Skyler looked around as they danced. Skyler remembered this. Her birthday. That's what this was. She laid her head on her father's shoulder as they danced together. "I missed you, daddy...." She said softly, as she took in his familiar smell. "I'm always with you, little flower." He said as he kissed the top of her head. "Come on, it's time...." He said as he slowed to a stop. Skyler frowned. "Time for what?" She asked as she took his hand. He put a finger to his lips with a soft smile. He held her hand as he walked with her through the foyer to where her mother stood in the garden of black roses. 

"Come on, baby...." Her mother said as she reached for her. As Skyler reached for her mothers hand, the flowers erupted around them. Shadowy claws burst from the petals and reached for Skyler. Skyler cried out as they began to grasp onto her. "NO!" She looked back to her father and she screamed as she saw the blood running from his eyes. The rotting of his corpse. Skyler felt the claws grasp and yank at her hair, gripping her, dragging her. "No! Let me go!" She tried her fight, tried to run. "Baby, it's okay," she heard in her ear. She looked and let out a sob as she saw Damions face.....but it was filled with hate as fangs buried into her throat. "NO!! ITS NOT REAL!" She shrieked as she tried to shove him away. But she was pinned, the dark claws tearing into her as he tore open her throat. She struggled and thrashed around her as she smelt the gasoline. The smoke. "NO! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Smoke filled the air around her as she found herself trapped in that wreck again. Her blood gushing bright as the shadowy claws held her...smothered her as dirt seemed to fill the car. Oh gods, she was buried alive! In her car. Suffocating. As she clawed and tried to break, she screamed but knew no one would hear her as the dirt filled in the cracks. And with her own screams came the overlay of others. Her parents. Her uncles. Her wolf. Damion. All calling out for her help. Needing her. But she couldn't get to them......

Skyler whimpered as she thrashed on the bed, a cold sweat beaded on her skin. The walls trembled, the bed shook, pictures on the walls fell and glass shattered. The lights flickered as Skyler thrashed in the sheets, a coil of them curling around her throat, slowly as she strangled for breath. She was trapped in her own true nightmare.....and in the mirror crouched the dream demon, holding the sheet in the reflection. If Skyler couldnt wake up to break the demons hold.....i