Where am I?

'Where am I?' he thinks to himself while frowning.

It's cold, dark and wherever he looks there's a reddish hue illuminating his surroundings. As his eyes adjust he can make out what seems to be a fancy hallway. There is some kind of runner along the centre and windows on one side of the hallway, when he stares out of the window to find out where he is all he can make out is black terrain as far as the eye can see and a giant mesmerising blood moon filling the night sky along with a few clouds struggling to cover it's size.

It's so big and deep red it seems impossible. When he looks further down he sees what appear to be castle wall and towers surrounding a snowy courtyard. It's eerily quiet and deserted wherever he looks, not another soul to be found despite the place looking quite well maintained rather than in ruins. For some reason it all feels eerily familiar to him, as if he has been here before, but he can't remember when or where like an itch in the back of his mind trying to claw its way out.

"Where the fuck is this... and where is everyone?" he mumbles under his breath.

He focuses back on the hallway and now that his eyes have had longer to adjust notices an assortment of armours, paintings, statues and more decorating the hallway along with numerous closed doors. There are candle holders along the walls with partially melted candles, but none of them are lit and he doesn't have anything to light them either.

As he slowly makes his way across the hallway towards the first door he rattles the handle, but it appears to be locked. He stars walking down the hallway to find someone or something to tell him more about this place and why he is here. It is so eerily quiet his ears start ringing from the silence the further along the hallways he goes when he finally can barely make out some distant moans.

Slowly following the sounds he makes his way through the seemingly endless hallways the moans getting louder while at the same time an oppressive feeling coming from all around him grows thicker and thicker. Eventually he turns the umpteenth corner and near the end of the hallway he sees a door that had been left ajar with a faint orange flickering light coming from inside.

He inches closer and closer to the door and the moans become slightly more audible, though they don't seem to be moans of pleasure. More like the moans and whimpers of pain along with subdued sobbing. He shivers and finally releases the breath he has been holding not sure if he should continue or just turn and run away as fast as he can forgetting all about this place.

Against his better judgment he creeps closer to the door as quietly as possible before peeking through the crack of the door. What he sees makes his blood run cold though, the flickering red light of candles dimly illuminates a tiled room, but he can make out multiple girls hung from the ceiling by black iron hooks and chains. Some are wearing maids outfits while others are completely naked. Some of them are covered in countless cuts, others whipped until they were bleeding.

One even still has a dagger embedded in her side as blood drips down their bodies. The worst thing is at least a few of them still seem to be alive and the moans and whimpers he had heard were coming from them, but their eyes are already lifeless. It was impossible to make out if they are even crying due to all the blood covering nearly every piece of their body he could see. The smell of blood is so overwhelming causing him to gag as he tries to prevent himself from throwing up.

The final thing to capture his attention is closer to the back of the room though. There he sees a standalone porcelain bathtub on black claw feet. Inside it is a viscous red liquid that can only be blood from the girls he sees. In the tub bathing among the blood is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her skin as pale as the moon, her luscious lips tinted ruby red and her lustrous raven hair cascading down her shoulders and the top of her plump milky breasts before landing in the blood slowly dying the tips red.

Suddenly she turns and looks directly at him and he can see her deep crimson eyes that seem to stare directly into his soul while she smiles revealing her porcelain teeth some of which seem sharper than they should be and despite her flawless beauty he feels like he is being stared down by a predator, but curiously at the same time there seems to be a little warmth there.

She slowly stands up in the tub and rivulets of blood slowly flow down her porcelain skin revealing everything without even a blush marring her pale skin. If his bladder wasn't empty he would probably have pissed himself right now. Before he realised he is already running down the hallway a chilling chuckle ringing from the room behind him as his hair stands on end and a cold sweat runs down his back while his heart beats faster than it ever has.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' he is practically shouting in his mind as he can't get his thoughts straight to calm himself down.

He runs through and past what seems to be countless intertwining hallways not even knowing how long as he hast long lost track of time when he finally makes it to what appear to be the main hall. He rushed down the grand stairway towards a giant set of doors at the end of the hall. With all the force he could muster he burst through the doors out into the courtyard where he momentarily falls to his knees, the blood moon shining down on him and the white snow surrounding him giving it all a slightly red hue.

His breathing is ragged as he tries to catch his breath for a moment before climbing back up from his knees struggling to make his way across the massive courtyard towards the gatehouse and out the thankfully open gate afraid that he might be caught as exhaustion starts taking over he finally falls and slowly his consciousness fades away leaving nothing but darkness. The last thing he hears seems to be a distant crying.

He suddenly awakens with a start in his bed covered in sweat. He quickly covers his eyes as the morning light is too bright and he needs a few moments to adjust to it.

"That was a bad one..." he mutters to himself still groggy from waking up. He has had the same kind of dreams every night for as long as he can remember. This was the first one since he'd had since he turned 13 just a few days ago. The strange thing is every time he had the dream he could remember it afterwards, but while in the dream he couldn't remember his previous visits very clearly making it impossible to use his prior experience while navigating the castle or manor or whatever it was.

This was the first time he had seen that room or the woman though and it had never turned THIS horrific and in most instances the dreams had been welcome escapes from his regular life. A shiver ran down his spine as usual he could remember the dream vividly as if he had really been there. Somewhere deep inside though he felt she looked a somewhat familiar though. He shakes his head to get rid of some of the sleep and glances at the time on his phone.

'No time left for more sleep' he thinks to himself as he makes his way to the bathroom where he rinses the cold sweat off his face, a quick glance in the mirror shows him his eyes are slightly redder than his usual auburn-like shade and he is even paler than he usually is. His face along with his relatively long wavy silky black hair and slender build give him a fairly feminine appearance only counteracted by being tall and covered in compact muscle that make him look more like a 15 year old than the 13 years old that he actually is.

All those things put together make him appear quite androgynous with sharp yet still feminine facial features that are even more exaggerated once clothes cover his muscular yet slim frame hiding away the few of his very masculine features.

'I need to get some better sleep, but these damn nightmares.' he grumbles to himself while he brushes his hair and teeth. He languidly heads back into his bedroom where he starts getting himself dressed

"Lambert! Are you up? Breakfast's ready." his mother yells from the hallway.

He sticks his head out the door and quickly answers.

"I'll be right there mother."

He quickly finishes getting ready and heads to the dining room the scent of freshly made breakfast already wafting down the hallways. He wore some slim black jeans, a purple shirt with the top button left open and finishing it off with a black waistcoat for a classy, but still somewhat casual look.

"...preparation for next week's tests?" he catches the end of his father's sentence just as he gets to the dining room. His father seems to be asking his sister about how her preparations are since she will be having tests at school all of next week. Thankfully he has already done the same last year and just has regular classes this time around, not that it would make any difference anyway.

She looks like she is about to answer, but turns to him as he enters the room and a warm smile forms on her lips.

"Morning Lam! Mom made scrambled eggs and bacon." she says enthusiastically. His mother quickly brought him his plate and his sister had already poured him a glass of milk.

"Thank you." he says to them smiling. His sister blushes lightly at his sincere thanks and looks away to her own plate.

"Of course. Don't take too long, the bus will be here soon." his mother says before heading back into the kitchen to finish their lunch boxes. His father is calmly sipping his coffee while finishing up the last of his eggs still looking at his sister.

"So what about your tests? his father asks her.

His sister glares at their father for a moment before ignoring him to turn back to Lambert and ask with a concerned look.

"You look pale, are you feeling ok? What about school?"

"I'll be alright, no need to worry." he quickly reassures her flashing her a gentle smile. He quickly starts loading some scrambled eggs and bacon onto a piece of toast and cutting it into bite size pieces. His sister rolls her eyes as she herself is munching her egg toast, she is going a little too fast though causing her cheeks to bulge like a chipmunk. It's quite cute and makes him involuntarily smile.

"Ok, hurry up you two. Today is chicken salad sandwiches." his mom calls out as she returns just in time to put the lunchboxes in their bags. They hurry and wrap up before clearing up the table. Their father gives his sister a kiss on the top of her head which she quickly brushes off as he shouts after her:

"Have a great day, study hard!"

Their mom gives them a quick hug and kiss as they are leaving. Surprisingly enough he is already as tall as her and it's not like she's short, rather being quite average in height.

"Be safe you two!" she says waving at them from the door with a smile on her face.