What Dreams May Come
Cordelia awoke with a sharp pain in her leg. When she looked down she was shocked to see a syringe sticking into one of her many cuts on her right leg. With the plunger down. Whatever was in that was in her now.
“What the fuck?!” Cordelia stammered, but could barely get the words out. She tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. She tried to move her arm, but she couldn’t. Whatever was in that needle worked fast.
‘How!?’ she thought to herself. No matter how exhausted Cordelia was, her senses were sharp. Real sharp. Who ever this was, they were good.
She was getting really scared now. She couldn’t really think straight, but “I need to protect Dawn.” Repeated itself over and over in her head.
“Don’t worry, I wont hurt the small fry.” A sultry female voice said, as if she had read Cordelia’s thoughts.
Cordelia tried to move her head to see the source of the voice, but whoever it was was just outside of her visual field, and it was dark.
“Wh…at do you…waa…” she mumbled.
“Just delivering a message.” the voice purred, “She’s coming for you. And she’s pissed.”
Cordelia thought she heard the word “Bee.” But that didn’t make sense. ‘Nothing is making sense…’ she thought, and then everything went dark. But not before she heard menacing laughter, and that frightened her.