Dome → Isaac Lahey

6.5 : return

Over the course of the next minute they stood there together, the disturbing panting and moans from the other room slowly turned into the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. Carmen's lips curved into a smile before she opened her eyes, assuming that it had worked, but instead when she opened them, she was met with something much worse.

The pack, plus Piers now, all stood on the grass in the Beacon Hills Cemetery. Everyone was dressed in black from head to toe, just as they had been for Carmen's funeral. They held roses in their hands, staring at the coffin before them. When Carmen looked down at her own outfit, she was surprised to see a short black dress, a rose in her hand, and a purse slung around her shoulder as well. Piers also wore a button up suit, his hair slicked back.

Her friends were in shambles. Tears streamed from their eyes and snot dripped from their noses- She had never seen such a mess. She was curious as to who they were so heartbroken over, but the coffin blocked the headstone in front of them.

Piers leans over to her awkwardly, "What the hell were you thinking of? This is not Isaac's house."

"I'm just as confused as you are," She seethed, glaring around. "This isn't one of my memories. Seriena is here, and she just became a pack member. We haven't had a funeral for anyone."

"Who the hell is Seriena?"

She hushed him as the coffin finally began to lower into the grave. To pay their respects, everyone began tossing their roses in the hole. Once they were done, they would turn on their heels and walk away, wiping away at their tears. Piers and Carmen exchanged strange looks.

She couldn't help but notice how very real this felt. Of course, everything before had too, but there was something about this one that made her bones chill. She and Piers were the only ones left with roses left in their hands.

Carmen went first, carelessly tossing hers in. Piers was next.

When the final rose hit the black coffin, the box had finally lowered enough to see the headstone.

Casey Sund

November 30 1993 - May 18 2016

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"Carmen, wait!" Piers called as she ran towards the parking lot, rummaging through her newfound purse for car keys that she wasn't even sure she had. Her face went hard as stone as soon as she saw the name on the headstone, and hadn't turned back yet. She finally hit metal in the purse and pulled out the keys, clicking them to find the car they belonged to.

One from across the lot flashed its lights in response and she ran over to it, getting in as quickly as she could. Piers was hot on her trail, climbing into the passengers seat.

She locked the doors of the black vehicle, but didn't put the key in the ignition. She sat with her hands in her lap and her glazed over eyes trained to the steering wheel with her voice caught in her throat.

"Carmen," He called hesitantly, leaning forward to look at her sad face.

"The witch warned me about this." She muttered, her eyes falling even further down to look at her lap. "He warned me that Casey would be used against me."

"Why would Casey be used against you..?" Piers squinted suspiciously, "You didn't have a thing for him, did you?"

"God, no." She shook her head rapidly, wiping away a small tear that had slipped from her left eye, "But he thinks that he might have. This is just hell's way of torturing me."

"We can't think about things like this right now!" Piers raises his voice, frightening her a bit. "We have to find Isaac and get out, this is all fake, it doesn't matter-"