Chapter 2

They were driving on an abandoned road. Megan driving and Melanie asleep in the passenger's seat. Melanie slightly stirred. She was obviously dreaming

It was the year 1243. Melanie was fourteen and walking along a grass field with beautiful flowers in it. She was walking for what felt like hours. She didn't dare to go back home. Her father made sure of that. She hated her father. And she was sure her father hated her.

Her father hated his daughter for being extraordinary. Back then Melanie already used to zone out and see things that haven't happened yet. When she told her mother she could predict things she reacted caring, not really caring if her daughter was ordinary or not. She loved her daughter no matter what.

When Melanie's father found out about her vision it was a whole other story. He accused her of being a witch en never wanted to see her again. He wanted to disown his daughter. Her mother could talk some sense in him though. Melanie was allowed to come home again but her father ignored her constantly and ordered her to never talk about her visions to anyone.

When Melanie finally found the courage to go back home she crossed the grass field and started heading home. When she passed by the local tavern she already knew what was about to happen. So she stopped walking and waited for her father to be thrown out.

Soon enough she heard noises and screams from inside, the door flew open and her father was thrown to the ground. The owner of the tavern looked at her. 'You should take him home child. He has got to many drinks.' After the man said that he disappeared inside again. Melanie slowly approached her father. Her father tried to get up and Melanie tried to help him. When her father was back at his feet he turned around to see the person who helped him up. As soon as he recognized his daughters face, he turned angry. And with a lot of alcohol in his blood he was more radical. Melanie instantly became scared of her father when she saw his face. Her father raised his arm and when his hand was about to make contact with her face she jolted awake.

She hadn't seen it coming. Her vision didn't show her that her father would hit her. Her visions were limited and could be influenced. Only she didn't know how. She tried to find out after that happened. She could only come to the conclusion that she saw what she saw. Something in her mind that she couldn't control decided when it was time for a vision. Not herself. She only knew that the visions increased when she became a vampire. They became clearer and longer.

She also found out that, how stronger the bond how more visions she got about the specific person. She never got visions about people she didn't know. She would only have visions when someone she loved, or herself, was directly involved. So she could prevent something bad from happening. But there were times when she didn't see it coming and she got mad at herself for it. She had already lived for over 800 years and still she couldn't find out how her visions exactly worked.

She sleepily turned to Megan. Megan wasn't paying attention to her. She was humming to a song that was playing softly on the radio. When she caught Melanie looking at her she smiled. 'Sleep well?' she asked. 'Not really. How far are we?' Melanie responded. 'Almost there. We still got a small 15 minutes to drive.' Megan said focusing her gaze on the road again.

After about 10 minutes Melanie started recognizing things from the time when she resided here with Mikael. They were looking for a doppelganger she didn't know the looks off. Mikael never told Melanie too much information. He wanted to keep her out of everything as much as possible.

For instance Melanie didn't know who Mikael was hunting for, her entire vampire life. She followed him everywhere on his search for someone. Only she never knew who nor did she wanted to know who.

Megan parked the car on a short driveway that was next to a small Victorian house. Melanie opened the car door and walked to the front of the house. She turned to Megan. 'Did you arrange this house for us? I should have known.'. Megan only laughed in return as she walked in the door. Melanie followed and admired the house.

After Melanie was settled in the house she left Megan behind to go search for the person who started all this. She decided to go to the city center. If she remembered correctly there should be a little café. The mystic grill. As she entered the city center she saw it hadn't changed much since she last saw it in the 1990's. She walked further and saw the mystic grill appear. She entered and looked around for a second, nothing caught her attention so she decided to settle with a table in the back of the grill. No one would notice her here unless they were looking for her.

She needed to observe things. Decide what she was going to do. Make a plan. Only her mind wouldn't cooperate. Her mind couldn't focus. So she decided to leave the grill and walk for a bit. Maybe that would help. When she left the grill she turned right, the opposite side from which she came from. When she walked in a deserted ally her vampire hearing caught voices. She could tell they weren't happy.

She followed the ally and it led to a parking lot where she parked her car. She saw a few people standing in a group. They were talking rapidly. Melanie knew these people were vampires. Her instincts told her she shouldn't interfere. Her instincts were nine out of ten times right so she decided to listen to her instincts. She walked past the group and turned her head so she could look at them. She didn't recognize any of them, so she turned away. Although one of them did recognize her. A guy with light brown hair caught her attention by saying ''Hey, don't I know you?''. Her head snapped in his direction to study his face. She turned her whole body in his direction and said '' I don't think so… I would have recognized you.''. The rest of the group stared at them with interest. '' you were in Chicago. In the 1920's. I saw you in that bar.'' The guy said, he wouldn't let her walk away before he knew who she was and why she was in that bar after it was shot to hell. '' yeah I was in Chicago in the 1920's. But I never saw you there. I'm sorry but I have to leave now.'' Melanie said cautiously.

She started walking again only to be stopped by that guy who laid his hand on her arm. ''you left with him.'' The guy said. '' L ook, I don't know who you are so I would appreciate it if you let my arm go before I rip your hand off.'' Melanie started to get agitated. As soon as the guy let her arm go Melanie started walking to her car. '' Stefan, what was that all about.'' She heard a other guy ask. Hearing his name still didn't ring a bell. She was wondering why he knew her and what he wanted.

And why was he talking about Mikael?