My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 100: In Crimson

She fell asleep, though her mind refused to settle, leaving her restless. Her fever burned hot, dragging her consciousness into a strange, vivid dreamscape that felt far too real to dismiss.

She stood in the middle of a grand, ancient hall. The walls soared above her, covered in delicate carvings that glinted softly in the low light. Gold chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, their candles throwing shadows that seemed alive. The air smelled faintly of iron, something sweetly metallic that prickled her senses.

She glanced down, baffled by what she saw. She wore a luxurious crimson dress, gold embroidery twisting like vines along its edges. It felt heavy and fancy, completely different from anything she was used to. Her feet pressed against cold marble, the chill creeping into her despite her warm, fevered skin.

"Where… am I?"

The reply came as low whispers, the voices speaking in a language she didn’t understand. The sound filled the room, seeping into her ears and pulling her forward. Her heart pounded in her chest as if urging her to follow the murmurs, though she couldn’t understand why.

The room dissolved and reshaped itself, leaving her in a torchlit corridor like something out of a dream. Dark shapes hovered at the corners of her eyes, shifting like they had minds of their own. The whispers grew louder, surrounding her, yet still just out of reach.

"Who’s there?" she called out despite the fear twisting her gut.

No answer came, but ahead of her, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was a woman, radiating a mix of grace and strength that dominated the room. She wore a flowing gown of black and silver, the fabric glinting like starlight. The woman’s eyes had an eerie glow, flickering between crimson and gold like embers. Her dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her face showed a mix of both heartbreak and strength.

Raelynn froze, unable to move as the woman’s gaze locked onto hers. There was something achingly familiar about her, though Raelynn couldn’t place it.

"Who are you?" Raelynn managed to ask.

The woman stayed quiet and moved a little closer. As she approached, Raelynn felt a strange pull, as if invisible threads were connecting them, drawing them together.

"You know me," the woman finally said, her rich, powerful voice giving Raelynn chills.

"I don’t," Raelynn insisted, though she couldn’t stop the hesitation in her tone.

The woman tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a kind of pity. "You will."

Everything changed again, leaving Raelynn dazed. She was no longer in the corridor but standing in the middle of a battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Screams echoed in the distance, and the ground beneath her feet was soaked in red.

Raelynn’s breathing quickened as she turned in a frantic circle, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Bodies lay scattered across the field, their faces obscured by shadows.

She looked down at herself and froze. The beautiful crimson gown she had admired earlier was now drenched in blood. The material pressed against her skin, smothering and uncomfortable. Her hands shook as she raised them, dripping with the same thick, dark liquid.

"No… no, this isn’t real," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears pricked her eyes.

The murmurs returned, this time deafening, stabbing straight into her core. The voices joined together in a rush of sounds she couldn’t understand, but they felt urgent.

The woman showed up again, standing at the edge of the chaos. Her eyes glowed brighter, and she looked fiercely determined. She raised a hand, and though she didn’t speak, Raelynn understood her meaning as clearly as if she had shouted it.

"You cannot run from this."

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Raelynn shook her head, stumbling backward. "I don’t understand! Please, just tell me what’s happening!"

The woman’s figure began to dissolve into the shadows, her presence fading but leaving behind an undeniable mark on Raelynn’s heart.

The whispers grew deafening, and the world around her blurred into darkness.

Raelynn woke with a start, her chest heaving as if she had just run a marathon. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her hands clutched at the bedsheets as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Raelynn?" Elion’s voice cut through the haze of her panic. He was was right beside her on the bed, his expression sharp with concern. His sharp silver gaze fixed on her, concern etched into his furrowed brow.

"I-I’m fine," she stammered, though her trembling hands betrayed her. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her back down.

Elion leaned forward, his hand resting gently on her shoulder to keep her still. "Was it a nightmare?"

Raelynn hesitated, her gaze flickering to the window where the faint glow of dawn was beginning to seep through the curtains. She didn’t know how to explain what she had seen—or if she even should.

Elion’s focus stayed on her as he moved quickly to the bedside table. He grabbed the pitcher and poured some water into a glass, the gentle splash the only noise in the room. Without a word, he held the glass out to her. "Here," he said softly. "Drink."

Raelynn hesitated, her trembling fingers brushing against his as she took the glass. He guided her hands, ensuring she didn’t spill it. The cool water was a welcome relief, but as she swallowed, a sharp cough escaped her, making her choke slightly.

"Easy," Elion said softly, making sure the glass didn’t wobble. She took a smaller sip, feeling the cool water ease her dry throat.

She returned the glass to Elion and took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah," she said finally, her voice hoarse. "It was a nightmare."

Elion’s eyes softened, concern etched into his features. "Probably because of the fever," he said. "It can mess with your mind."

Her nod was barely there as she toyed with the blanket between her fingers. "Yeah, probably," she agreed, her lips twisting into a faint, tired smile. "This fever sucks… made me have a nightmare that felt way too real."