Electra finally had time to relax and be with her little sister, Noel. She looked forward to this time with a passion, for her life as a Colonial Warrior in Recon Squadron at times was trying and tiring (mostly due to her Captain). As she stumbled down the corridor, she was happy that it was as late as it was. Noel would be asleep and that meant she could fall into bed and go to sleep as well, without having to worry. In fact, even Noel's nightmares had seemed to vanish after the truth had come out about her rapist's death, thanks to Electra.
     After what seemed like a two-mile hike, she reached her quarters. Silently, like a thief, she entered. She could hear Noel's steady breath and knew she was asleep. Once convinced that her sister's dreams where not plagued with dark threats, Electra slipped out of her uniform and into her soft, white nightgown made of serican fabric. Sighing heavily, she crawled into bed ready to fall into a deep sleep.
     Just as the dark sweetness of dreams began enveloping her, something made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She could sense something wrong. She could feel eyes watching her! In moments she was pulling herself out of a light sleep and her eyes flew open. Suddenly, she was taken aback! She wasn't in her bed! She wasn't even in her quarters, and from what she could surmise, she wasn't even aboard the Galactica!
     The lighting was subdued and she was on a couch of some sort, covered with silk and satin cushions in shades of crimson and black. Placed in strategic locations were fragrant flowers, their light perfume teasing her nose. To her left, she could see an open bottle of ambrosia and two long-stemmed glasses. As she pushed herself to sit, she also discovered that she was no longer in her nice, white nightgown. What she now wore was long, black, low-cut with long sleeves, and it was made of lace. Across from her was a mirror. She could see that her appearance was very different from when she had gone to sleep. her hair was curled and teased out, and make-up accented her features.
     "I must be dreaming . . ." she exclaimed in a soft voice.
     "But I assure you, you're not," came a deep voice of a man next to her.
     Like a cornered animal, she turned to face her captor. he was tall and slender, dressed in crimson from head to toe. His hair was light in color and his eyes were blue. He was calm and smiling, apparently amused by her confusion. In one fluid motion, he poured a drink and handed it to her.
     "Here, drink . . . It'll calm your nerves Electra Cireese."
     He knew her name! She's never seen him before! How did he know her name?! Though she could feel her heart racing with panic, she remained outwardly calm. She took the drink and sniffed it. It smelled of oranges, and not the bitter-sweetness of ambrosia. it was also green in color, instead of amber. Things were not as they were suppose to be.
     "Are you afraid I'm trying to poison you?" he asked, chuckling to himself, "Or perhaps you think it's some kind of narcotic to make you higher than a kite so that you will fall into my arms with passion?" His eyes danced with mischief as he continued to chuckle at her. "I know . . . You must not be convinced that this is something other than a dream. Taste your wine. It's real. So are the flowers . . ." Suddenly he took her hands in his, opening her palms and kissing them. "Is that a mere illusion from a dream?"
     Electra was shocked! If it wasn't a dream, the how did she get to this place and who was this man? She had never seen him before, let alone knowing where he knew her from!
     "Who are you? And why am I here?" she asked, staring into his hypnotic eyes. "The last thing I remember was crawling into bed . . . to sleep."
     "You are here because I wished it, and as far as who I am . . ." he smiled deviously, "You will know when I'm ready for you to know." Gently he ran a hand playfully through her long, dark hair and gazed into her green eyes. "But for now, I'd rather keep you in suspense." Again he reached for her hand, but this time she pulled away and stood up.
     "I am not a toy!" she retorted, "And I don't like mysteries. I don't understand how you brought me here or why, but I need to be returned to my quarters the way you found me, whoever you are!"
     "Oh-my dear Electra," he replied playfully, "You wound my heart . . ." He grabbed his chest as if in pain, but looking up he could see her serious face. "I will not return you until I am ready."
     "What do you mean?" she asked as he stood and approached her. Before she knew it, he captured her lips in a kiss. Her mind kept screaming that she should push away, but she couldn't move. Her body would not obey. Visions of Noel and Nico played through her mind. What if she were trapped in this place with this man? What would happen to Noel and she would never know what happened to her beloved Nico.
     "Nico . . ." came the man's whisper, as he pulled away his mouth only so far. "Who is Nico?"
     "Well, he . . . He . . . I love him," she stuttered.
     "And where is he?"
     "I don't know . . ." she replied.
     "Did he kiss you like this?" he asked, claiming her lips once again. She was trying hard to hold onto her senses. It had been so long since she had been given such attention, but this wasn't Nico. She tried to pull away, to look into those blue eyes, for something was familiar, but she couldn't place what . . . Finally, she pulled away.
     But suddenly she found herself back on the cushions of the couch with the man next to her. "Please don't . . ." she cried.
     "I won't hurt you," he whispered, "But we will continue this another time . . ." With that, he kissed her again.
     Her eyes closed, engulfed her in darkness and suddenly she felt alone. Quickly, she opened her eyes and found herself back in her quarters. Noel was sleeping soundly in her bed and Electra was back in her white nightgown.
     For a moment, she was baffled. Was it just a dream after all? she asked herself. Swiftly, she crawled out of bed. She turned on the night light and began going through the chamber. To her surprise, laid out over he desk was the black gown she had been wearing with a bottle of orange liqueur. There was also a note attached with a silver pin in the shape of a scorpion. Trembling a bit, she lifted the note so she could read it's contents.
 
 

                                                   Dearest Electra,

                                                          You proved to be a most stimulating guest.
                                                         I look forward to our next meeting. I intend to make
                                                        you forget about everyone else but me . . . Your
                                                       Nico included!

                                                                                                                  Scorpio