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Dreams.

She had been having them for the past fucking week and felt like she hadn't slept but a mere 2 hours in that week. What pissed her off the most was that the dreams didn't make a lick of sense. Who the shit was this guy she was dreaming about, and who hated him THAT much to kill him as many times as she saw?

The worst part was, was that it shook her to her very core every time she saw him die. She didn't even know him, why did she care whether he lived or not? She supposed she didn't care all too much, but then again she woke up every night in a dead sweat and feeling like her heart was going to explode. The one thing she did know though, was that she NEEDED sleep, and to forget about the stranger who had better hair than she did.

"CASS!" … "CASSANDRA!" A voice screamed, though she was so far zoned out she couldn't decipher who it was while she was still so far stuck in her head. Damn getting no sleep. Damn whoever is screaming. Damn being at work. And you know what? Damn this guy for being a little shit and dying so many damn times.

"Huh? What?" She scrambled for words even though she had no idea what had happened in the last 10 minutes. She then refocused her sights and mind and realized she was behind the bar with her co-worker, Erin waving her hands in front of her face, as if that would clear the cobwebs from Cassandra's mind. Cass didn't even believe a broom could help her.

"Jesus, where did you go space cadet? Thought you had died." Erin huffed, clearly annoyed with her. To be fair, she had probably been standing there for awhile trying to get her attention.

"Er, sorry. I was...somewhere else." She didn't know how exactly to explain her sleepless nights to Erin, especially about the guy that could either be alive, or very dead.

"Well no shit. Have you been zoning out like that for a long time? You might want to get that checked out if i were you, I was about to poke you in the eye." Erin narrowed her eyes at her, as if still contemplating whether she still wanted to or not.

"Yes, well thank god you didn't. That would have hurt and I can barely see as we speak." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes for extra emphasis.

"What's got you so worked up?" She asked, wiping down the bar as the last customer walked out, throwing a 'see ya' over his shoulder before stumbling out.

Cass watched him walk out, trip, curse, and then pull out his car keys. "I don't know, I haven't been sleeping lately. Been having these crazy ass dreams. They scare me so much I can't fall back asleep." She began picking up dirty glasses and setting them in the sink behind the bar, trying to help. She felt terrible for not being much help tonight.

"Want to talk about it?" Erin asked, throwing the towel into the hamper.

Cass thought, then just decided to go the easy route, "I don't really know how to explain, but basically I see this guy die every night."

Erin stared at her for a few seconds, "this guy?" she questioned

"Uh huh, never seen him before but he dies every night. It's starting to freak me out." She wrapped her honey colored hair around her fist, thinking about going to get the color re-touched up tomorrow.

"Is he hot?" Erin raised a brow, and for some reason the question hit somewhere in Cass that she didn't like. She didn't want Erin to question about his looks, she didn't even want her to know about him at all, in fact.

"Well, he's usually covered in blood so I'm super unsure. How is that a reasonable question anyways?" Cass shot a glare at the younger girl and crossed her arms.

"Hey I was just asking" she put her hands up in mock surrender, "I'm just saying it could be worse if the guy was super ugly, you would be dreaming about an ugly guy AND his death." She justified, giving her a smug look.

All Cass could do was stare at her for a moment. Erin was if anything, a little vain, but she supposed she had a point, in a way.

"I guess you're right, I still don't want to be witnessing a guy dying over and over again though." She sighed and leaned back, absolutely exhausted.

"Know what you need?" Erin asked, drumming her fingers over her lips as she stared at Cass, who was rolling her shoulders.

"What's that?" Cass answered, rolling her head to look at the blonde.

"A vacation!" Erin exclaimed, banging her hands against the bar, excited as hell, and startling Cass.

A vacation? Cass hasn't had one in years, and she certainly wasn't expecting Erin to suggest it. Erin must have sensed her confusion, because she hurriedly explained, "Oh my god yes! I've been dying to visit the beach lately, and I have some cousins who have a beach house in Santa Carla. They aren't there, but all we would need is transportation, and food! It's perfect!" Erin fixed Cass with a puppy dog look, something Cass never had the heart to say no to. Human or not.

"What about work? Danny will be pissed." The only straw left to grasp, and she knew it was the short one.

"Please! Danny just hired 3 more girls, and he says we work too much anyways. He would be thrilled! Come on, it will be so fun! Please!" Erin begged, holding her fists together.

Cass sighed, she figured she did need a vacation. "Fine fine. When do we leave?" she smiled at the blonde, and immediately the blonde jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

"Tomorrow of course, should only take us a couple of hours to get there. We'll stay for a week, then head back. Sound good?" Erin hugged her, and grabbed her things, "Your car is ok to make it?" She asked, pulling her purse over her shoulder.

"Yeah it will make it." Cass grabbed her things as well, swinging her keys around her finger. She followed Erin out of the bar, switching off the lights, while Erin stuck a note to the bar, letting their boss know they would both be out of town. Then, she followed Cass out the door and watched as she locked up.

"Ok, meet me here around 9?" Erin asked, heading to her car.

"Sounds great." Cass smiled at Erin as she got into her car. She watched Erin give her a wave, and then watched her taillights fade away into the night. Cass just hoped she could get a decent amount of sleep tonight, she was going to need it if she was going to be driving tomorrow morning. And if she was going to spend the week with Erin, that girl was hell on wheels. Though she supposed she wasn't much different.

She promised herself as she packed her things that this vacation, she was going to forget about this mysterious stranger, and not think about death at all. As she laid down, her nerves and excitement threatened to keep her awake, but she was so exhausted that as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

There was a swooshing noise, and then Cassandra was on her knees, coughing and crying. Why was she crying?

She looked around and saw she was in a cave, it was still dark out, but not pitch black out, meaning the sun would rise soon, and for some reason, she knew that wasn't a good thing. Why would it be good, she wondered. Sun meant light, and this place needed way more. She ran around the cave, trying to figure out what she was doing here, why was she so scared? Then she heard laughter, and turned to see 4 figures at the entrance of the cave. They all stared at her before one stepped forward, "who are you?" he questioned. He had a cruel look in his eyes, but his face was innocent she couldn't tell if she was imagining it or not.

"I'm Cassandra, who are you? Where am I?" She questioned, darting her eyes around to look for any sort of clue.

"Well we're the lost boys, and you're in our home." Another stepped forward, blowing smoke out of his mouth. She watched it curl and then float out into the air. Her eyebrows furrowed, the lost boys? Who calls themselves that. She liked Peter Pan as much as the next girl, but she wouldn't be calling herself Wendy anytime soon.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm intruding. But I don't remember how I got here, I was… well I don't remember where I was, but I heard a noise that closely resembled wings and then I was knocked down. And then you guys showed up." She was stumped, scratching her head trying to remember where she was before she got here. Coming up short because she didn't even know where here was, she didn't even know if she was still in the United States. She watched as they all shared a glance, before looking at her, then looking at each other again.

"Think she knows anything? Should we knock her out?" One questioned, though she couldn't quite make him out because of the one still standing in her line of sight. She didn't particularly want to look at anyone else though. But wait hold on? Knock her out? Where the blue fuck was she, and why on earth did they want to knock her out. Great. Just what she needed to wake up and still not know what was going on. To top it off, the one in front of her was still staring at her. She was still trying to figure out if he just faked that innocence or not.

"Hello? Standing literally 5 feet from you. Even if I can't see you, you are NOT allowed to knock me out. Who says that in front of someone anyways?" She huffed, crossing her arms. They all laughed, before turning serious. They all turned and something flew into the cave. She was knocked onto the ground by the one that had been staring at her.

"Stay down!" he hissed, about to stand up.

"No!" She yelled, grabbing his arms and pulling him closer. She couldn't imagine him leaving her, she wanted to stay exactly where he was for as long as they both could stand it. His body felt nice slotted against hers, and he smelt like sea breeze and oil, a mixture that would smell terrible on anyone else but him. "Don't stand up, something doesn't feel right." She begged, she knew something was terrible wrong. Knew she had to convince him to stay with her. She may have been scared for her well being, but she was more scared for his. Her eyes stared at his, before darting around. Looking for the threat.

He stared at her for a moment, and gave her a smile, a real one. His hand made a sweeping motion over face, causing a few stray hairs to fall onto the floor. Her eyes closed and she moved closer to his hand.

"I'll be fine. Just stay here, and I'll be back in a second. Ok?" He asked, gently prying her hands off of his jacket. Her eyes popped open and she whimpered, but nodded anyways and looked away. He got up and took about 4 steps, before being thrown backwards, he landed right next to her. Only, he now had a piece of wood sticking out his chest. He was screaming, and then she was screaming and scrambling to help him. He was bleeding, and crying and she was crying. And she didn't know what to do. A whispered "Cassandra" and then he stopped moving. She screamed,

And then woke up. Cass blinked and sat up straight, clutching her chest and trying to slow her breathing. She groaned and felt like crying, another dream and no more answers. But she did see his face this time, and yes he was hot. So hot. She wanted to know him, it had felt so real to hold onto him. She looked at her window and saw it was nearing dawn. She figured she wasn't getting any more sleep, but at least she got more sleep than normal. She threw the covers off and went to make herself coffee. After drinking it, she decided to shower. Then pack her last minute things before taking off to meet Erin.

She pulled up at 9:06, though she knew Erin was late for everything. After about 15 minutes Erin slammed her hand on the glass, expertly frightening the shit out of Cassandra. She hadn't even realized she zoned out. Erin laughed and threw her things into her trunk, before climbing into the passenger seat.

"I hate you" Cass grumbled to her friend, taking off towards Santa Carla.

"Why I'm lovely?" Erin laughed, fiddling with the radio. They sang and danced horribly the entire way there, only stopping once to pee, get gas, and get snacks. By the time they reached Santa Carla, it was late afternoon. Once at the beach house, they both sank onto the couch. Taking a rest from the long trip.

"Alright! Shower, and then we're heading to the boardwalk!" Erin exclaimed, walking off towards the bathroom. Cass didn't move right away, she had this odd feeling in her gut. Like something weird was going to happen. She chalked if off as being excited, nervous, and tired. So she did what Erin asked and showered.

She pulled on black ripped jeans, a white tight fitting crop top, her leather jacket and her black boots. Leaving her hair to dry naturally. They were in walking distance to the pier, so they set off, almost skipping there. Once reaching the boardwalk, they grabbed some unhealthy sweets, and strolled around, taking in their surroundings.

Cass was happily tearing off pieces of her cotton candy, glancing around at everything and trying to avoid being bumped into. The place was packed, and had too much going on. It almost gave her whiplash for all the things she was trying to get a look at. Until, she spotted blonde hair. She froze, effectively stopping Erin as well since her arm was linked with hers.

"What's up? See a ride you wanna ride?" Erin asked, glancing in the general direction Cass was staring in. Cass didn't reply, she couldn't she was literally frozen, she would know that hair anywhere so she stared. Stared at all of them. A gap opened up in the crowd, and she could see them more clearly. They all decided to turn around and look at her.

"Oh I see, staring at hot guys? At least close your mouth, they'll be scared of you if you don't" Erin rambled on, nudging Cass with her elbow.

Cass' eyes were wide, and she knew she looked stupid. Knew she needed to run, to do something but stare at them stupidly. But instead, she said "remember those dreams?" She whispered, still not taking her eyes off of the men.

"Yeah?" Erin asked confused, looking from Cass back to the men.

"Well that one on the very far right has been the victim every night in those dreams." She closed her eyes, wanted to scream. Wanted to go back home. She opened her eyes, they all looked slightly horrified. Then they looked at each other, dismounted their bikes, and made their way over to them,

'Ah hell' she thought. Why her?