Lucy let out a high pitched wail as she felt the oxygen in her lungs escape through her mouth. Her back collided harshly with the concrete wall behind her. She couldn't stop her head from knocking against the rock solid surface. The pain in her joins started as a mere tingle before growing into an unbearable throbbing. She collapsed to the ground, not even bothering to catch herself. She didn't have the strength too.

"Aww...would you look at the poor, defenseless celestial mage. So weak!" The voice cackled mercilessly.

Lucy coughed feverishly, her chest burning like someone had stabbed straight through her sternum with a heated iron. Her stomach clenched and unclenched violently as if it were trying to push vomit out of her body, but she had nothing left to release. She had already vomited within the first hour of the torture.

Instead of vomit, blood would be spat up. And it would leave a nasty, metallic taste in her mouth.

The blood in her veins boiled and she could feel herself melting from the inside out. Add on the blood she had been spiting out from the probably internal wound in her stomach. She was most likely going to die. If she wasn't already working on it. Amongst other things, the mark that once rested peacefully in the nape of her neck—a "tattoo" of a black dragon left by Natsu—seared like bacon grease in a frying pan. It carved into her skin sending excruciating pain throughout her body, her breasts...the most sensitive areas of Lucy's body, leaving nothing but blood and pain in its wake. The dragon quickly turned from black to red—something that only occurred when one of them was in trouble. Lucy was in trouble. But somehow, she felt as if the mark was not glowing for her.

"Natsu..." She moaned, pressing the palm of her hand against her mark as tears filled her eyes. Thoughts of him plagued her mind and all she could think about was the wrong she had done. He was hurting and it was her fault.

"You dare say his name? You dare say it when you're the one who hurt him! You worthless slut!" Lucy quivered as the vengeful woman stepped towards her, slapping her hand across her cheek leaving three, long, scratches from her nails in its wake. "I'll kill you for this!"

"Natsu, please forgive me..."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lucy woke with a start, strands of her blond hair collapsing around her face which was sticky with sweat while others clung to to her exposed shoulders. She looked around frantically in confusion, heart thundering away at her rib cage. But, when she noticed that she was tucked away safely in her bed and not whatever dungeon she had dreamt she was in, she sagged against the pillows once again. Her sweat soaked pillow felt grimy against her back but she didn't really care. She had no energy to care.

God...what even was that dream? Lucy thought to herself, slapping a hand over her face to wipe away the sweat.

"Lucy?" She looked up to see Levy standing over her holding a glass of ice water. She sat up excitedly, throwing the blankets over her before grabbing the glass and gulping it down greedily. "Did you have another night terror?"

She hesitated, "Kinda..."

"Are you okay?"

Lucy shook her head 'no.' She wasn't okay. She was tired, dehydrated, and sick and tired of these random, nonsensical nightmares that plagued her dreams at night for the past two weeks. At first she figured it was whatever. Everyone had nightmares. But that was until they became repetive. The same dream over and over again. She remembered that two nights ago she awoke to both Loke and Virgo standing by her bed side with bags under their eyes.

Apparently she had opened their gates in her sleep. It had explained the complete drainage of magic. She was now reflexively calling upon her spirits even when there was no real danger. None of them could tell that they were nightmares that trapped her and made her call them—without knowledge of course. All they could sense was the intense panic radiating from her. When they tried to leave, she had used her magic to block the gates. All without knowing. The overuse of her magic caused for her to get very sick the next day.

She didn't understand the dreams, nor why she had them, but she did understand that they were now starting to affect her performance at the guild. Luckily, no one else had seemed to notice except for Levy. Other than her, Loke was the only one who seemed to know about the demons infiltrating her sleep. Not that he could help. He was just a spirit after all.

Lucy would bet that the only reason why she was still going say to day was because of Levy, who stopped by every morning with herbs and treatments to treat her after the nightmares. They could only do so much, but hey did help in replenishing her lost fluids via sweating and help to increase the magic flow in her veins so she could regenerate power quicker.

"I'm just so tired...and confused."

"Maybe if you tell me what the dream is about, I can help you."

She shook her head. She didn't really want to talk about it. The dreams were to vivid and gory. She didn't want to recall them.

"Please, it might help you if you tell me. I might be able to decipher the dream and tell you why it is happening."

"There's this angry, very angry girl. She has white hair. It's almost as white as the snow. Her skin is pale and flawless like a porcelain doll, but her facial features are a blurr. Her hair and skin was all I was able to make out. She wasn't working alone. Her magic was too weak for that. I remember this unbearable pain radiating through my body as she tortured me. But the pain wasn't coming from the torture."

"What was it coming from?"

"I'm not entirely sure. But the girl was boiling with anger. She kept kicking and punching me. It was like my body was melting from the inside out, which was the worst part. Then she started to talk about Natsu..."

"Natsu?"

Lucy nodded, continuing, "About me and how I betrayed him. She said I hurt him. Not physically. That wouldn't be possible, but probably mentally? She looked like she really cared about him."

"Interesting...what else?"

"W-Well, there was this mark on my shoulder? Well it was more or less my entire upper area. It started at my neck, covered my shoulder, and ended at my collar bone. It looked like a tattoo? It was of a black dragon, but it had red thorns snaking up its armored body, stabbing through the scales. There was blood running down from the areas where the thorns stuck it. It kind of looked like your dragon tattoo, just bigger and a different color with different detailing. But..."

Levy's fist clenched tightly as her eyes widened, "But?!"

"I-It turned red and bloodied. It became very hot; and I remember it burning me. It caused the most painful heat I've ever experienced to settle in the most sensitive areas of my body. My face, breasts, stomach...It was so weird."

Levy's face paled slightly.

"Levy...are you okay?"

"Uh...yeah! Be right back! I need to talk to Gajeel!"

Before Lucy could say anything else, Levy was sprinting out the door.

Well that was weird...