I walked through the woods, the moon full and bright lighting the way, and the leaves crunching lightly under my feet. The cool air was chilling my body... I should be wearing more than a tank top.

Crack

A branch snapped behind me. I shot around to see Scott, standing in the line of trees. "Scott?"

"..."

"Is that you? Scott?" He walked closer, and remained silent. His glared at me with a look of lust in his eyes. "Scott..." He stood over me, tracing my chin with his thumb. Chills washed over my body.

"Run."

"What?"

"I said run." I looked at him, before turning on my heel and running.

His eyes were red, and he started to run after me.

My eyes flashed open, I was covered in a cold sweat and every hair stood on my body. I sat in my bed, my hair falling from it's bun after all the tossing a turning.

I held my sheets to my chest, feeling my chest pound, and then slowly got out of my bed to put warmer clothes on. I slipped a Pink sweatshirt over my tanktop, and pulled on a pair of my yoga pants on.

I held onto the rail of the staircase as I walked down. I looked outside, and it was still relatively dark out, and no lights were on. I made my way to the kitchen, and the microwave clock read 4:18. With a groan, I walked in a daze, thinking about the nightmare and what it meant.

I walked through the kitchen and sat down at the counter. Every time my eyes closed, I saw Scott, and I jolt awake again. I rested my head on the counter, eventually slipping into dreamless sleep.

"Allison?" I heard someone coo lightly. I opened my eyes, my head still resting on the counter, to see Dad standing over me, hand on my back. "Sweetie, are you okay?" He moved some hair from my face.

"I'm... fine." I answered while pushing of the counter, stretching.

"Why are you in here? It's six o'clock."

"Uh, couldn't sleep."

He raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Bad dream, is all."

"How long have you been here?" He ask, tilting his head towards me.

I gave a sheepish smile. "Since four..."

He took a seat next to me. "Bad girl, you need your beauty sleep. Well... your pretty enough, we don't need you to go killing people with your looks. What made you decide to sleep in the kitchen?"

"I had a bad dream." I repeated.

"Hm, 'bout what?"

"Scott..."

He put an arm around me. "Oh, baby... I know this is hard, but I don't like to see you so upset."

"But... That guy, Peter, killed Kate. What if Scott does that to me?" A tear slid down my face.

"Scott is different... He is not like the other's I've seen."

"What do you mean?"

"He has... I don't know how to explain this... Something to fight for. He needs to stay in control, so he can still be him." I gave him a look of confusion. "He loves you, and will do anything to make sure he doesn't hurt you. Have you seen him when he's around you?"

"What do you mean?" I repeated.

"He is so careful when he's near you, taking that extra step to be in control. There is something about that boy's determination..." He shook his head in disbelief.

"But, how will this keep him from killing people? From killing me?"

"The boy doesn't have it in him to kill. He is just so weird. He never wants to hurt you. Even when you two broke up, he made it his goal to protect you. He loves you... That's what sets him apart."

"Set's him apart from the other monsters?"

"Those other 'monsters' never had anything they would give their life for. He would take a silver bullet for you, even if it were you pulling the trigger."

"You think? You believe it could really work now?"

"I know."

The look in his blue eyes told me he was telling the truth.

Hope you liked it. I just wanted to express worries Allison might have, only to have the most unlikely person tell her not to worry. Bye for now!