Elizabeta flinched away from the man's touch; he'd probably think that she was some sort of disease, what with her quirk of dreaming up the future. Even though that might've not been the case, she certainly felt it was. The man looked her, his eyes glinting with confusion.

"M-my name is Feliciano by the way. I just recently moved here and it could seem like we're complete strangers if I don't introduce myself first." Feliciano gave a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his head, avoiding entirely the bouncing curl that hovered around his head.

Elizabeta gave him a curt nod. She really didn't want to trouble the handsome young man. Besides, if he needed someone to show him around, there were probably some girls who would be overjoyed to accompany a man like himself.

"So it seems. But if you don't mind, I'll be on my way before my next class starts. I'd want to get some sleep, you know?" Elizabeta semi-joked as she gave him a false smile. She hoped that he wouldn't talk to her any further so that she didn't have to know Feliciano any more than she wanted.

Feliciano blinked rapidly as he looked at the girl across from him. She seemed to be pushing him away, but he wasn't sure. They hadn't talked enough for her to not like him…had they?

"I hope you don't mind, but could I ask for your name?" Feliciano was oddly interested in learning more about this girl.

"My name is Elizabeta. Now, if you don't mind..." Elizabeta adjusted her textbooks and papers as she bowed her head and sped away. Something had begun to itch, and she couldn't put her finger on it. For some reason, this meeting wasn't going to be enough to satisfy the gods. Something much more complex seemed to be in store for her.

After crossing the seeming-endless campus, she had made her way to her dorm room. She let the papers fall onto the ground as she collapsed onto the ground. Her eyes began to close and she indulged herself with slumber. Nowadays, she would sleep for longer periods of time than ever before. At one point during Spring Break, she had slept through three whole days! Her sleep patterns were definitely becoming out of whack.

The dorm room that at one point contained clothes of gray, blue, black, white, and other assortments of colours; mahogany desks, whitewashed walls, dark green carpet that had been stained with the occasional spill of drink and food, and a small metal fridge in the corner had been transformed. It slowly began to morph in front of Elizabeta and her eyes widened. Her dreams were never able to cease surprising her, since they would always be different. Every dream was unique and that was why Elizabeta loved every speck of it.

The brunette sighed in bliss as the white walls became a beautiful shade of pink that seemed change colours however the light struck upon it. The green carpet became the purest white she had ever seen; like untouched snow. The small windows that at one point adorned the bedroom became huge, door-like windows with the softest of silk drapes flowing from it. The room had no trace of it being touched since everything was in their proper place, the scent of peaches permeating the air.

Elizabeta glanced down at herself to see that she was wearing a plain, cotton blue dress that reached to mid-thigh. She felt satisfied with the simplicity of her dress and turned her head to the left towards one of the windows. The glass reflected her and she noticed that her hair was up in a sloppy bun.

She was jolted from her reverie when she could hear footsteps behind her. A pair of arms snaked around her waist and a hot breath tickled her ear. Shivers ran down her spine as their hands trailed down her sides.

"I know what you are."

Elizabeta's blood ran cold. She could hear the smile in the person's voice as they moved her to the grandeur bed that was in the middle of the room. White silken sheets adorned the covers and it seemed to caress Elizabeta's skin. She turned up to see that the person who had tossed her on the bed was Feliciano, his auburn hair messy as he crouched towards her face.

"You can't avoid fate. Not even Death itself," Feliciano sang, his hands on either side of her head.

Elizabeta was about to respond with words of malice when that feeling of being sucked into a hole occurred again. She gave into it after her struggle of trying to stay into this scene. Her eyes snapped open with a jolt as her hands clenched tightly at her sides. What in God's name was that?! The same vividness as yesterday's dream? That was the second time she was able to pick out such descriptions!

A cold sweat broke against her forehead as she curled into a ball. What was going on? And why did it scare her to no end? Was this the catalyst of a big event that would occur? Elizabeta practically knew all, and not being able to predict the outcome of an event was able to bring dread into her mind.

"Liza, could you open the door? I can't get open it and last time I checked, we're 'roommates'." Elizabeta could almost hear the quotation marks in Amelia's tone. Her voice was like cold water was being thrown onto her, shocking her awake.

Elizabeta shook her head as she tried to get her breathing under control. "Okay, just stand back a bit so I don't hit you," She replied, hoisting herself using the doorknob. Elizabeta opened the door slowly as she noticed that Amelia looked a bit worried.

"I've been here for half an hour, Liz. I almost had to get an administrator I was so worried." Amelia strode across the room and grabbed a few things from her closet.

"Where are you going, anyway?" Elizabeta was frazzled as she glanced at her blonde companion.

"I," She put on her blouse and flicked her hair from the collar. "Have a date with Ivan. I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" Amelia gave her friend a worried smile as she walked towards the door.

Elizabeta's eyes widened in shock. What about her dream? Wasn't she supposed to be going out with Surly Kirk? "H-hey Emi," She called after her.

Amelia turned around to give Elizabeta her full attention. "What is it, hon."

"I thought you might be going on a date with Surly Kirk. . ." She let her statement trail off in case Amelia might think that she was absurd.

Oddly, Amelia seemed to ponder it for a moment as a deep blush settled in her cheeks. "You know there can't be a relationship between a teacher and a student; it's impossible. I'll see you later," She replied hastily as Amelia shut the door behind her, leaving Elizabeta with her thoughts.

Elizabeta gave a sigh of relief as she plopped down on her bed. It would happen soon enough. There clearly was tension (if not sexual) between the teach and Amelia. They'd become a thing of discussion in no time.

Elizabeta didn't know what disgusted her more; the fact that she was relieved that her dream would become reality, or how she'd accepted the fact that her friend would be scandalized.

The brunette glanced at her clock and it read five thirty-seven. Too late to get a cup of coffee, but not late enough for a cup of tea. She was about to get up when she froze. Feliciano was going to be there like he had been in her dream. But if she ignored him and he didn't continue to talk to her, then all would be well. There wouldn't be any harm in her getting something to drink.

She finally plopped from her bed and set forth for the little cafe that was on campus.

When she opened the door into the little shop, a few students had their laptops in front of them as they typed away and sipped at their drinks. Few others were talking quietly amongst their friends. Elizabeta went up to the counter and asked the person behind it for a lemon and mint tea. She was able to find a small, secluded spot in the corner when she had finished taking her order. It seemed comfortable enough as she set down her laptop on the table and began to type away on various search engines.

This was what she usually did; go to a cafe and research her. . . abnormality. Elizabeta still wasn't able to comprehend it herself, and she tried to piece as much as she could. Pulling up several windows, she scanned through various windows. She was so immersed that she didn't notice that there was a figure looming over her.

"Ah, Miss," The person tried to get her attention, yet they were very quiet.

Elizabeta turned her neck sharply, startling her companion. She glanced up and saw that the very person was Feliciano.

Impossible.