AN: This my first story ever and my first time using fanfiction so please go easy on me and correct me on any grammer or spelling mistakes. This is AU, it is also my own story and characters. No characters from another book will appear. But there are supernaturals except i changed the powers a little.

Chapter 1

Nightmare

I was in a forest running. Running from what? I didn't know, I just knew that I needed to get away from whatever was chasing me and keep running. I kept running but I was so focused on running I didn't see what was on the ground and tripped over something and fell. I scrambled to get up but something pushed me

"Don't move", someone said, a man. I recognized the voice but couldn't place a name to it.

I tried to kick him, get him off me, anything. But I couldn't, it was like my body wouldn't respond.

"My father will be happy to know your dead," the man said.. He turned me around to face him. I couldn't make out what he looked like it was too dark and all I could see were fuzzy shapes.

"You're going to pay for that Samantha," he growled and pulled out something from his pocket. Pay for what? What the hell was this phsyo talking about? And how did he know my name? I stopped my rant as I caught a flash of silver from the object he was holding. My god, he was holding a knife, and was going to kill me with it. The man took the knife and stabbed it into my side. I screamed in pain. The man laughed.

"Scream all you want Samantha, no one is going to hear you since you were stupid enough to run in a forest," he laughed again.

I stopped screaming and glared at the man with pure hate. No one calls Samantha Anne Lewis stupid. I may die here and now but I was not giving him the satisfaction of him hearing me screaming. So when he made a deep cut on my stomach, I bit back my scream but a low whimper escaped my lips.

But when he made a cut on my breast I let out a piercing scream. The pain was agonizing, I just wanted it to stop. He stabbed me in a few more places, and then he moved the knife to my throat and made a small cut across it.

I screamed and bolted upright in my bed.

"Just a dream," I muttered to myself. "Just a stupid god damned that I keep having every damned night."

It was true I had been having the same dream-nightmare of someone stabbing me, for a week! At first I thought it was nothing, my mind scaring me after that horror movie I watched before bed, but then the exact same dream kept happening now it's starting to creep me out. I shook my head. I'm just being paranoid.

I got out of bed and went downstairs to get a cold glass of water. My dog, Buddy followed me from the top of the stairs. He's a golden retriever about medium size. I continued down the stairs and to the kitchen. I took a glass from the cupboards and poured water in it from the sink and gulped the water down. After that I felt much better.

I went back upstairs to my bedroom, Buddy trailing behind me. When I got to my room I realized something was wrong. I looked around and saw that my mom's jewellery box was missing. The jewellery box was the last thing my mom gave me before she ... died.

My family and I had gone on a camping trip in the summer. It was warm and the sun was starting to set. We picked a clearing to set up camp. My mom went in the forest to get firewood. When she was taking too long dad and I decided to go looking for her. We searched for an hour but couldn't find her. Then we called a search party which included the police and nearby citizens. Someone found her at the bottom of a cliff, which was apparently nearby. The police said she must have fallen or went too close to the edge. After that my dad didn't really talk to me and started going on lots of business trips. So I don't get too see him often. Right now he was on a month long business trip, so it's just Buddy and I in the house.

I looked around my room for the jewellery box but couldn't find it. I looked over to see my window was still open. My neighbours told me I shouldn't keep it open because someone could get in and do something to me. But I thing that's a bull shit, one why would someone try to go through the window? And two I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I take karate and almost have my black belt. But now I thought maybe someone maybe someone did come through my window and steal my jewellery box.

I shook my head I was just being paranoid that's all. I continued looking for the box. Then I started to see something other than my room. All of a sudden I wasn't seeing my room I was seeing another image.

It was night and there were two men dressed in black one holding a box.

"Is this the right box?" One of the men asked.

"Yes," the other replied.

Then I was back in my room kneeling on the floor. I gasped.

"That's new," I muttered to myself a bit confused. Usually I got images like this when I was looking for something or thinking of someone. Visualizing my gran would say. But it was never like this. I gave my head a sharp shake. I was just really tired my brain is just playing tricks on me.

I looked over at my clock. 12:00 a.m. it said. See I was just tired. I crawled back to bed, and tried to go back to sleep.

...

"Beep, Beep!" I groaned and rolled over hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock. I stayed in bed for a few more minutes then forced myself to get out of bed.

Then I started to get ready for school. I took a shower in cold water to wake me up since I was still tired from last night. Then I brushed my teeth, next was my hair. I had straight black hair that went down my back. My mom used to say it brought out my dark blue eyes. People say I look a lot like her, same blue eyes, same black hair, the only thing I got from my dad was my height which is very tall. I stand at least 6.3 feet. I'm the tallest girl in grade 9 at my school.

After I was done getting ready I went downstairs and put fresh food and water in Buddy's bowl, and grabbed an apple for me.

Then I got my school supplies ready and headed for the door, apple still in my hand. I jogged all the way to school which is only 20 minutes from my house.

I love sports, especially soccer. My couch says we should always practice running to build up our stamina. Which I don't mind, I love running so I usually jog or run to school it also gives me an excuse to run in the halls when I'm late for class.

When I got to the school it was still early, enough time to get to my locker and rest before class. I don't really like being early since people tend to stare at me, people usually to make fun of me since I stand out more at school, from my height to my skin. I'm one of the tallest girls in 9th grade standing at exactly 6.3 feet, not only that but I'm probably the only one with pale skin here. Everyone has a tan in California. No matter how much time i spend in the sun I can't seem to get a tan. But I like it that way, although it does make me stand out more which I don't mind. What I do mind is when other girls mock me about my looks and when I black out for a few seconds which is when I get those images.

I looked over at a clock hanging on the wall, 8:15 it said.

"Damn it," I muttered ender my breath and hurried to my locker. I put in the combination and threw it open. I put my bag down and pulled all my books out then put the bag in my locker. I closed my locker and hurried off to class.