"Rachel," Calvin said gently. "Everything is going to be fine." He tried to sooth me, but I backed away from his touch.

"No, Calvin." I cried. "I saw it."

Calvin narrowed his eyes at me, then chewed his lip. "Look, I know that's scary, but think logically here." He told me. "What are you trying to say? You think you saw the future?"

The door opened and Patrick stepped out of the way for Octavia and Logan to walk in together, Logan's bag slung over his shoulder.

Patrick bowed his head to us as he caught the open door. "I should get back before I'm missed." He said hurriedly. "Keep me in the loop." He told us before he exited.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked when he looked across the room at me.

Octavia stole a look with Calvin, then peered back at me questioningly. "Rachel?" She whispered.

I cried more when I looked at her. "You're all going to die." I told her. "I dreamt it. I saw this was going to happen."

"What are you talking about, Rachel?" Logan said skeptically. "You saw what coming?"

I turned my back on all of them, covering my ears with my hands, trying to drown them out and focus my mind, which I couldn't do with the lot of them looking at me like a poor lost little animal that has no idea what it's doing. I needed to make them see. They are in so much more danger than they realize, because I saw it. I saw their deaths.

I turned back to them quickly, dropping my hands and looking right at Octavia. "Pedro." I said urgently. "I need to talk to Pedro." They gave me more looks to let me know I must seem like a crazy person right now, but this isn't the first time that my dreams have led me down the right path.

Calvin tried to walk over to me again but I gave him a look, making him stop in his tracks. I was annoyed that he was being so weird about this. He's a freaking vampire, how can it possibly be that hard for him to believe that my dreams might have been a warning of some kind.

Octavia looked over at Calvin again and he shrugged his shoulder to her. She turned back to Logan and pulled the bag off of his shoulder and unzipped it, pulling out the satellite phone and dialing out for me before handing it over. "Why Pedro?" She asked.

I took the phone from her and looked pointedly at Calvin. "Because I know he will believe me."

"You'll have to be the one to tell him about the Lamia Mortem, then." Calvin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Rachel?" Pedro's warm voice called to me, and just the sound of it eased some of my nerves.

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked as I went to sit on the couch.

"I've already gotten a call today, and then with the news I just heard, I figured it would be you." He explained. "Is it true?" He asked darkly.

"Yes, but that isn't why I called." I told him quickly. "I had a dream, Pedro. I dreamt that I saw hundreds of vampires piled into the ballroom, being burned, but they were covered in sores, and they had black veins, and their eyes were red, Pedro."

I heard him gasp. "You dreamt this when? Before?"

"Yes."

Calvin was sitting in the chair to the side of the couch and leaning forward, his elbows propped on his knees as he listened. Pedro sounded like he was moving around and there was some crackling noises. "Very carefully, try to remember exactly what you saw." He told me and Calvin furrowed his brows, then stood and took the phone from me.

"Pedro," He said quickly. "Why is that important?" He asked then paused, nodding his head as Pedro answered, and he looked down at me with wide eyes. "You don't really think there could be any bearing behind her dreams, do you?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, hoping that Pedro was filling him in on my fern dreams about the big secret that was hidden from me. It had been my dreams that had predicted the original rebellion when I was here last, and if I hadn't been too blind, I would have seen that I was being lied to about the vampire takeover too.

Calvin looked concerned finally, and handed the phone back to me.

"What should we do, Pedro?" I asked him as soon as I got the phone to my ear.

He sighed. "Get to safety, either the bunkers or maybe th-."

"We're going to the cabin." I told him.

"Ah, good." He said quickly. "That's better than the bunkers because they will be expecting that to be where you went." He told me. "You should still send down some decoys to the bunkers so that people will really believe that that is where you all went." He paused. "How is the Lamia Mortem spreading?" He asked. "I've heard a handful of theories from friends here."

"Calvin thinks it's in the blood supply." I told him. "We were out and we got a new shipment from England..."

"The group in Britain obviously is to blame for that."

"Plus we found a traitor in the kitchen." I informed him. "They are well placed to be able to get to us."

"Goodness." Pedro muttered. "Ok, well, do not eat anything that you don't cook with your own two hands." He said. "There is a garden near the cabin that you can use, and no one should know about it. I tended it privately."

"Pedro the gardener?" I asked and he laughed.

"Yes, have your laugh." He said. "But eternal life leaves lots of room for hobbies, missy."

I wanted to feel carefree enough to continue to joke with him, but the severity of the situation crept back up on me. "Pedro, there's more." I told him lowly. "In one of the dreams, I saw...I saw Calvin, and the others all dead too." I admitted. "Also there was a man with a red rose that he turned black in his hand."

"Let me speak to Calvin again."

"No." I snapped. "Whatever you have to say to him you can say to me."

Calvin swiftly took the phone from me and shot to the other side of the room. "Pedro?" He said into it and I watched his face carefully as he seemed to weaken in front of my very eyes. His shoulders limped forward and he hung his head slightly, his mouth slack and his eyes blank.

"What is it?" I yelled. "Whatever it is, I want to know!" Calvin was instantly was back in front of me, holding the phone out. "Calvin, tell me right now." I demanded, but he pushed the phone closer to me.

"Rose wants to talk to you." Calvin said gently, looking beyond me.

"Rose?" I said into the phone, glaring up at Calvin for pulling out this distraction to keep me from pestering him on what Pedro had said.

"Momma!" She said happily, and the pieces of my world seemed to form back together just at the sound of her high little voice. "You know Calvin too?"

"Too?" I asked her.

"Papa Pedro's friend." She giggled.

It was impossible not to smile too. "Of course I know Calvin, too." I told her. "He's a very good friend."

"Will I meet your friend, Momma?"

"Of course." I said without thinking, because even if he was getting on my nerves right now, I knew there was nothing I'd love more than to be able to love the both of them at the same time, and see the look in Calvin's eyes when he sees her. "Very soon."

I glanced up at Calvin and caught a quick glimmer in his eyes, before he turned away.

"Good." She said innocently. "Papa Pedro says he's very nice."

"Pedro is absolutely right." I told her. "You'll love him."

"Ok, Momma." She giggled again. "I'm going to a movie now." She informed me. "I miss you and Daddy."

"We miss you too, baby." I almost let the whimper creep into my voice, but I don't think she noticed. "Have fun, and I love you."

"To the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky." She laughed.

"To the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky." I promised her.

I started to hang up when I heard Pedro's voice pull back through. "Everything is going to be ok, Rachel." He said quickly. "I'm going to take Rose to a new place just to be safe, but you don't need to worry about us." He told me. "Worry about the people there with you that you can watch out for while I take care of this end." I nodded along as he spoke, finding my center strength through Pedro's encouragement as I usually did. "Things are about to get rough there. Rougher than usual. You're the queen now, and these are your people too. They need you, and so do Calvin and your friends. I have every bit of faith in you. Also, don't fret over the dreams right now. Not everything you dreamt before came true. They were more like warnings before, so treat this one as a warning as well. They're in danger, but that doesn't mean they're going to die just because you dreamt they would. Ok?"

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Ok, Pedro."

"Remember what I said." He told me. "Eat nothing, drink nothing that you didn't make yourself." He warned again. "It concerns me that rebels were close to you and could have done something, but chose not to. That coupled with what happened to Miss. Lexton, and now the attack against only vampires, makes me fear that they plan to not harm you, but possibly use you to harm Calvin, so be vigilant."

"Of course." I told him. "You be careful too."

"Always am, dear."

I gave the phone back to Octavia and she looked worried herself, but I could tell she was trying to hide it. Cromley's walkie went off and he stepped out into the hallway with it, sidestepping Logan where he was standing awkwardly by the door. I half smiled over at him. "Rose says she loves and misses you." I told Logan and he smiled, then looked back over at Octavia then back to me.

"I wish I could just go be with her." He said softly.

"Me too." I sighed, then looked up at Calvin. "He's moving her." I told him.

He nodded his head. "Yeah, I heard." He told me.

"Right." I nodded stupidly.

An awkward, and highly tense, silence fell for a moment over the room before the ground began to shake violently. "What was that?" Logan hollered, grabbing a wall for support.

Cromley slammed open the door and waved for us to follow him. Calvin put his arm around me protectively and pulled me out of the room with him and the others.

"The council ran." Cromley filled us in as we piled onto the elevator. "Marco is infected, and the rest ran for it before you could officiate the lockdown, although guards are already standing on all exits and trying to keep the border secure. The people are converging on it, but the guards will be able to hold it firm with your orders." Cromley assured us. "But I don't know how we can get you all out without being seen by thousands."

"The garden." I blurted and Cromley smiled and nodded.

"Yes, that's perfect." He told me. "No one should be there."

Calvin grinned down at me as we exited the elevator to all run down the deserted corridor to the large chained up doors, that Cromley easily snapped between his giant hands.

"What was the explosions?" Logan asked, a nervous tremor in his voice. I realized I should be more nervous right now too, but I couldn't muster it up. I'd been through so much in this damn place that running for our lives to get to safety wasn't all that dramatic of an event anymore.

We followed Cromley through the rows of flowers and I almost stopped dead when I saw the spot I had been standing the first time Calvin brought me here on our date the night he proposed. I had been right there when he gave me my very first rose. The first of so many, before finally the most important Rose. I wanted to stay there and savor the memory of when things seemed so much easier, just us in love and defying the odds to be together. Lately it feels more like we will have to defy Mother Nature, God, and the universe itself to make a way for us.

"Bombs." Cromley answered Logan, bringing me back to the present as we waited for Cromley to get the top doors busted open. "It won't last long because they don't have access to many, but they are trying to bomb their way out of the lockdown." He explained. "No one wants to be stuck in a place that's been touched by the Lamia Mortem. It's probably one of the only things that vampires truly fear" He muttered as he slammed his shoulder up into the hatch on top and it finally gave way, dropping dirt and dust as it slung open and Cromley pushed forward. "Dammit!" He yelled. "It's nearly dawn, we have to hurry."

I glanced back to make sure that Logan and Octavia were still close behind us, and I found them sharing a look and their hands intertwined between them as we all began to run. I wanted to stop to look around my garden again, but I knew there was no time, the smell of the turned dirt and the fresh blooming flowers would have to be enough. When I concentrated hard enough I could practically see the two of us, me and Calvin in each other's arms, dancing slowly before he turned out the lights and showed me the beauty of the large full moon that night, before he truly took away my breath with my ring and his declaration of love.

Glancing up at the sky now only made me move my feet faster as we wound through the maze. The sky was light, and you could hear birds in the distance beginning their morning routines. I ran as hard as I could until I could finally see the little gravel road that led up to my cabin in the woods.

Octavia, Cromley, and Calvin all had extremely uncomfortable looks on their faces and I could feel the way Calvin was tensing with his arm around me. I pushed his arm off of me and he looked wounded for a second. "I can see it from here!" I told him. "You go! Go!" I yelled and he finally gave in, Octavia and Cromley disappearing with him.

Without them, I dropped my speed into a fast walk, Logan doing the same at my side.

"Rachel?" He said breathlessly.

"Yeah?"

He looked down at me as we moved, his forehead glistening slightly. "He's already not fed." He said. "What are we going to do with the both of them locked in there?" He asked pointing up the road. "Have you ever let him...?"

"No." I said quickly, feeling super weird about having this conversation with him. "Never."

"Then what are you going to do when he starts starving?" He asked and I felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner. That was why Pedro didn't want me to eat or drink anything that might be tainted, and that was what he was implying when he said the rebels might try to use me to get to Calvin.

Calvin was going to have to drink from me to survive.