By: Mystic Redfern

Frost awoke in Circe's convertible. The only difference between now and before her mind disappeared into complete deep slumber was that the top to the car was now down and they were slowly turning into a dark alleyway. It seemed as if they had been driving for hours.

"What time is it?" Frost asked sleepily as she wiped the sand out of her eyes.

"Midnight," Circe said with a wolfish smile, "The Witching Hour."

Frost was too tired at the moment to ask where they were and if they were at their destination yet. She quickly drifted off to sleep once more, but within minutes she awoke to the sound of Circe slamming the car door and pulling her out from the passenger side.

"We're here, finally," Circe explained, "Lemme introduce you to Maeve and the others and then you can go to sleep, 'kay?"

Frost nodded wearily and stumbled into the alley. Circe knocked lightly on an almost entirely hidden door with a black dahlia painted on the front of it. In seconds, a girl with black hair and blue eyes peered cautiously out of the door. Immediately the girl behind the door burst out and gave a little squeal.

"Circe! Its been so long! I'm so glad you came! Come in and greet the girls; bring your little friend."

Circe stepped inside of the room and beckoned for Frost to follow. After making it inside, Frost was suddenly surrounded by what she knew to be witches. One by one they introduced themselves to her and asked her about her day and such. Frost recalled their names to herself. In no particular order she had spoken with Maeve who was the owner of the place, Pilar who was a fellow witch and friend of Circe, Chris, who was yet another witch and friend of the group, and Darkewynde who was yet another powerful witch in the group. They chatted about wicca and the current news in their Circles and just the Night World in general. But after a while Frost could no longer stand it and excused herself to go to bed.

Frost dreamt of twisted shapes and shadows. She was in a mist, and it was cold. She was looking for a way out, and not finding one. Shadows were starting to pop out and frighten her. Frost vaguely noticed that she sensed a figure following her, but she for some reason was having trouble focusing her powers to search out the figure that she believed to be trailing her, watching her every move. She heard whispers all around her, and she could only make out phrases of what was being spoken of.

"mixed....very powerful for CM....must be caught as soon as possible.....we'll send the...." and that was all she could make out.

She desperately felt that she needed to know what these voices were saying. And then she heard the most disturbing voice yet, like metal scraping ice.

"If she resists, you know what will be done..." and then Frost was running.

She was utterly terrified of what was going on around her, and she had absolutely no idea exactly what that was except that she was sure someone or some thing was after her and they weren't going to ask her for directions. She ran and ran hearing the crisp evil whispers swim past her ears without mercy. And suddenly, she ran into a hole. She fell and fell and screamed and heard the whispers that never stopped. And just as fast as the dream had come, it ended.

Frost awoke with sweat dripping from her face and Circe staring down at her with worry. "Dear Goddess, what kind of nightmare could have made you scream like that?" she asked with concern.

Frost briefly described the dream to her and found out that she had been screaming like a banshee, and that she had been thrashing about for some time. Luckily, the other witches had gone out to get some ingredients for some sort of spell they were going to concoct tonight. Frost tried to make sense of everything but found it impossible. She finally settled on the fact that she was just paranoid and forgot about it completely for the time being.

Adrian was totally confused with his life. The elders of Circle Midnight were threatening to send Ash to find Frost and bring her to them at all costs. But he refused to let them send ruthless Ash out to find her. He understood he had done the absolute wrong thing when he confronted her. Now he was wondering why he was so worried about her in the first place. She was a girl sure of course, but he some how respected her deeply and wanted to get to know her. But most of all he wanted to make sure she was OK. He had no idea how he would ensure all of this if he brought her to the elders as ordered, though. He had learned from Faust that the council had used a few of their more powerful witches to give her dreams and to frighten her so she would surrender and become a member of Circle Midnight -- and help fight the Daybreakers. He knew the witches chosen for the job and he knew they were merciless until they got what they wanted. Adrian knew that she may go crazy from the dreams if she didn't do what they asked, and maybe be killed if she resisted,because her unwillingness may lead her to join the Daybreakers. That just could not happen according to the council.

Adrian stepped into the Black Iris once more in search of one person to help him find Frost. Her name was Ivy, and she was one of his many friends from the club. She had strong telepathic powers and he intended to use them to find Frost if at all possible.

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