Lavinia Pyinsa glanced nervously at the blood-red sky, hoping all of this was a dream, a nightmare really. But one look at her bleeding hand and she knew it was all real. She was exhausted, hoping the stories, the characters would take her elsewhere. She'd been willing to do anything.

"Someone help." The words flowed through the air, she had never heard the voice but she knew who it was. Valentine.

"I know it's over." A different voice replied. Caspian.

"My Fantasy will swallow everything, it will change everything." It was the prince she liked the best. Maximillian.

"It's just a Fantasy." Elijah. Her sweet prince.

Pain laced up her left arm as the thorn dug in deeper. The sky was red and bright yet no sight of the moon.

It was a damned tragedy, Lavinia cursed.

"Get back up, off that dream." It was the oldest, their king. Tarquin.

Each of the fallen princes she'd imagined, fantasized about that become an addiction. It had taken her heart and soul. The taint that took and followed her.

"My black, burnt heaven." Silas. Always so bitter, yet protective of his brothers.

Her love for these imagined princes grew from sadness. Deep, dangerous sadness.

It choked her, made her lost and dizzy.

"Someone help." It broke her heart to hear Valentine call out to her like that.

"I know it's too late," Caspian replied.

"Someone help, even if it's too late." Valentine moaned.

"My Fantasy, in my embrace, everything will stop." Maximillian, ever the gentleman.

A force tightly wrapped itself around her, knocking her out of her chair and sending her flying across the room.

"I want to live in this place." The force caressed her mind as she struggled against it. It was Tarquin, Tarquin was caressing her.

"It's just my fantasy, my tragedy." The tightening force crushed her ribs. Lavinia couldn't even scream, her voice was taken by the darkness.

"There's only one way that place opens. Save me, my fantasy." Valentine now had a hand, it clamped onto her leg.

"Fantasy, you have spilled onto our world." Caspian had his hand clamped on to her leg now.

"In just one moment, you will be smoke, like us." The hand tightened around her.

"You spread through us, we will drink you," Elijah whispered.

"We have had enough of the pain you gave us. Being cut by knives. Your existence is heaven and hell. I promise to be your angel. You need to have me." Silas said.

"It's just a tragedy, my fantasy. Only a little more, I'll give you everything, so give yourself back to me." Maximillian, her savior, her prince.

"It's all mine, just my fantasy."