Something that has been bouncing around my head for a while….. goes back to my Fandom roots.

Melanie's POV

I finally understand the dreams. And why I only seem to have half the puzzle. She had the other half. My sister, Sam. No wonder she was so angry all the time. All that power and no idea what to do with it. No idea why. Well, that will end soon. I have to show her. The others had helped me to understand, but they didn't know about her, didn't know what it meant to have a twin. I had all the knowledge, and she had all the power.

Sam

I fainted at school. Before that though, I apparently yelled out some pretty strange things. They sent me home, and told me to come back after I felt better. That was 2 weeks ago. My 16th birthday.

I woke up in a cold sweat for the third time this week. I have been having some odd-ass dreams since that fainting spell. Like I was somewhere else, watching myself do things I had never done, in places I have never been. And when I woke up, things were broken. Like I had beat them with a sledgehammer. So far I had been able to hide these little episodes from Mom. Not that hard to do. More importantly, I had not had an "attack" like this around Carly or Freddie.

My phone rang. I rolled out of bed and grabbed it off the night stand, looking at the screen before I flipped it open.

"Melanie…. What are you doing calling me at 3 in the morning."

"Let me in."

"Wha…. What?"

"The back door. Let me in."

"One, what are you doing here? And two, you have a key." I moaned groggily.

"I have to talk to you. And I lost it." She sounded worried.

I laughed. "Little miss perfect made a mistake? Okay I'm coming, I'm coming."

I plodded down the stairs to the back door. Through the screen I saw my sister standing in the weak light from the porchlight. She looked bad.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like you ran all the way here from that school of yours." I opened the door. She made no move to enter.

"Seriously, this is freaking my out. What happened?" I waved her in, stepping out of the way. She just stood on the porch, then looked up at me smiling. I had only seen that particular smile once, and that was on my own face when I happened to glance at my reflection in the window on my way to the fridge for meat.

"Come on in…."

She nearly bowled me over bolting into the house.

"What the hell?!" I spun, ready to knock her to the ground for trying to run me down. She was at the fridge, ripping into the roast I was defrosting for later.

"Again… what the HELL?!" I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face me. She looked even worse. Her eyes were glowing. Glowing. Her eyebrows rose to sharp points and her teeth had grown to fangs. I tried to back away but hit the breakfast bar.

"Had any odd dreams lately, sis?" Her voice was deeper, demonic even.

"What the hell?!" That phrase seemed to be serving me well, so I figured why not keep it going?

"Oh, this?" she ran a hand over her brows and teeth, "You like? I figured you would."

"Melanie, what happened to you?"

"The same thing that's about to happen to you. That's all you need to know." Then she leapt across the room at me. I grabbed for something on the counter behind me, feeling the adrenaline pump[ into my system. The object happened to be a baseball bat that had been sitting on the bar where I tossed it after a failed attempt at beating Freddie a few days ago. I swung it, trying to knock Melanie back. She met the broken end just as it came around in front of me. Her momentum carried her on to it, piercing her ribs. Then she burst into flames. And I blacked out again.

Carly

I felt better than I had ever felt in my life. I was having another of those weird dreams. They had been sporadic throughout my whole life. Like I was somewhere else, in another time. This one was odd though. I was fighting some THING that looked like Sam…at her house…… then I ran her through with a …. Baseball bat? What the hell? And then the SamThing exploded….. My phone was ringing. I flipped it open.

"Carly….."

"Sam? What's wrong?"

"I just killed Melanie….."

"What?!?!"

"I just killed Melanie. I think. I don't know. I'm coming up."

The elevator opened and my best friend stepped into my living room. She was dirtier than I had ever seen her. And it looked like she had been crying. She walked over and collapsed on the couch.

"She just showed up at the house. She said she needed to talk to me, and then wouldn't come in the house. She just stood on the porch and smiled at me. Like I smile at ham….. when I told her to come inside she attacked the fridge like she hadn't eaten in weeks. I stopped her from devouring a roast and when I grabbed her, she turned around and was all… I don't know… scary looking….."

I described my dream.

"What? You just dreamed all of this? WHILE it was happening?" She grabbed my shoulders "What is going on?"

I told her about having these dreams my whole life.

"I hate to say it, but maybe we should wake the dork up. He's into all this weird shit, maybe he'll be able to give us a clue."

I ran across the hall and knocked on Freddie's door frantically. Mrs. Benson answered the door.

"Carly Shay, what are you doing banging on my door at"…. She looked back into the room, at a clock I guess… "3:30 in the morning."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to Freddie."

"Okay, since it is a Saturday I'll let it slide, you seem to be in real trouble. Is everything alright?"

"I hope so, Mrs. Benson."

Freddie came out of his room, pulling on a t-shirt.

"Carly, what are you doing?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Get your laptop. We need your help."

"Okay, Okay."

He grabbed his things and followed me across the hall. We sat him down and explained what was going on. He looked at Sam, then at me.

"okay, haha, very funny. Good one guys. I'm going back to bed." He stood up and started walking toward the door. Sam and I both grabbed his shirt and yanked him back to the couch. He kept going. THROUGH the couch, which was now in 2 separate pieces. Good thing Spencer was at an artist retreat this weekend.

Freddie

There is no way this can actually be happening. But the fact that two 16 year old girls just tossed me THROUGH a couch seems to say otherwise. My two best friends were VAMPIRE SLAYERS?