Ahhh. I sat back and enjoyed the feeling of total contentment, no flock to look after, no Angel looking at me with that strange look of worry and pity, no disturbing dreams of dark strangers I felt like I should know, and the prospect of having Dylan all to myself for a few hours.

When he came into the room he came right over and kissed my forehead, "Ready for the movie?" he asked in that deliciously soft voice.

"Yup," I answered wondering how much of the movie I would actually be watching.

He walked over to the DVD player and popped in Twilight, I had heard it was good, and we settled down on the couch with his arm casually draped over my shoulders. I shivered. He was just too perfect with his blond hair and deep blue eyes, it was like looking into a glassy pool.

We managed to get through the first few minuets of the movie until his lips were on mine and we were kissing each other fiercely. I wished I could just hold him like this forever and not ever let him go , but as I was thinking this some part of me was saying no, stop, this isn't right.

After a while we stopped our make-out and I fell asleep in Dylan's arms.

He was there in my dreams, not Dylan, the dark-haired stranger I knew. "Max" he said my name so softly I could barely hear it. "Max, I'm so sorry," he said before fading into the mist. I woke up screaming.

"Max, MAX!" Dylan was yelling, "MAX WAKE UP!" "Fang," I replied sleepily. "What" Dylan murmured. "Max, WHAT DID YOU SAY?" he was yelling at me.

"I'm sorry" I murmured, "I had a nightmare."

"About what?" He face was calmer but still very tense.

"I'm not sure." I said, "there was a dark-haired guy and he told me he was sorry and then he disappeared."

"Ok, Max I think you need to just forget about that nightmare." On the outside he seemed calm, but I could tell he was worried. Awwww, he was so sweet worrying about me having nightmares. "Dylan it's alright I'm sure I'll be fine.

"Ok, ok, Max just go rest or something. Oh wait Angel wanted to see you as soon as you woke up."

"Okay" I wondered what Angel wanted to tell me, she had kinda been avoiding me lately.

"Hey Angel" I said walking into her room, "you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah, Max have you been having nightmares again?" "Well yeah I have, but how did you know that?"

I said, surprised, I'd never told Angel about my nightmares.

"Max, you need to pay close attention to those nightmares."

"Ok, can you tell me why?" I asked bewildered.

"I don't know I just think they could be important."

"Well, ok sweetie. Thanks for the advice." I left the room feeling thoroughly confused


Angel's POV

I really hated lying to Max, but I knew I couldn't tell her the real reason to pay attention to her dreams. I couldn't tell that Dylan was part of an evil conspiracy to hurt her. She would never believe me. And I most definitely COULD NOT tell her about Fang and how Dylan had replaced him. She would believe the conspiracy before she believed that story. She would have to find the answers out herself by analyzing her dreams. She didn't have to believe me, but she had to believe her heart, and she had to believe Fang.