Sorry about the long wait but here it is, chapter two! Hope you all like it and will continue to read and review it.

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My head was spinning. I felt like I was going to puke. I was shaking and my knees wobbled as they tried to support my body. My consciousness was slipping away and finally I gave way to it. My body fell and with it, my mind into darkness. The last thing I felt was something cold and hard, it wasn't concrete.

When I awoke, cold sweat covered my body. I shivered in my covers… Wait, covers? I looked around, startled. I was in bed, in my room, at home. There were no dark ashes of a vampire and there was no beautiful musician covered in blood. Just the white walls of my room and the morning sun shining through my window. Was it all a dream? No, it felt too real to be a dream but here I was, in bed. Everything pointed to it being a dream but that just didn't seem right. I removed my covers, I was in my pajamas, another point for it all being just a dream.

I scrambled out of bed looking for my clothes of the previous day. I found my blue shirt and began searching it for that red stain of blood. I was shocked, the stain was gone. Yet another point for this being all a dream and yet I couldn't bring myself to accept it. All that I felt, all that I saw… it couldn't have been just a dream.

There was one way to settle this. I searched my room for my new cell phone, my birthday present from my mother. I found it resting on my dresser and I quickly turned it on. After its little greeting, I dialed Mariah's number. She could tell me if this was all a dream or something more.

"Hello?" That wasn't Mariah.

"Is Mariah there?" I asked, my hands were shaking. I gripped the cell phone tightly to make them stop. I wanted my worries to end already.

"Yes, I'll give her the phone." The voice sounded sweet, it must have been Mariah's mother.

"Hello?!" Mariah's peppy voice greeted a few minutes later.

"Mariah, do you know how I got home?" the words rushed out of my mouth. I wanted to know that all I saw wasn't a dream and that I wasn't crazy.

"Of course silly, I drove you home. We had a nice little birthday dinner at that café I like and then I took you home."

Café? There had been no café. We went to a concert, a concert Mariah had been dying to see for months. How could she forget about that? "What about the concert Mariah?"

"What concert?" Mariah sounded confused. "We didn't go to a concert Elle. Are you okay?"

I was alarmed now. Was all that I had experienced some crazy nightmare? The memory of Daemon's face covered with blood appeared in my mind. It sent shivers down my spine. No, that had been way too real to be a dream. My imagination wasn't good enough to come up with something so realistic.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I had a good time at the café Mariah. Talk to you later." I lied and hung up before she could say anything else.

This couldn't be happening. There was no way it was all a dream. It was just too real, way too real. How could Mariah not remember? I glanced at my now stain free shirt. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe he never really existed. I sighed, plopping myself down on my bed. I looked up the ceiling. I didn't know what to think now. Was it a dream? Some kind of fantasy that I had thought up to replace a boring evening at the café? I sighed again and turned on my side. Daemon's face was fresh in my mind. I found it so hard to consider him just a dream. I wanted him to be real.

There was a knock on my door. I sat up quickly, "Yeah?" My mother opened the door. Her graying copper hair was a mess tied into a sloppy bun. "Good morning." She greeted, she seemed more cheerful than usual. I raised a brow. My mother couldn't hold it in any longer, she raced into my room and jumped on to my bed, her face flustered. "Guess what?! Will asked me out!" she squealed. I guess one could say she was like a teenager all over again.

Will was the guy my mother had been talking about for weeks. She was just waiting for him to ask her out. I think this was the fifth guy this month she had been crazy about. "That's great mom." I replied with fake enthusiasm. I had much more important things on my mind than my mother having a new date. All the events of last night kept rushing through my brain, my head was aching.

"We're going out tonight! Do you have something planned today? I'd hate to leave you here all alone." My mother spoke with mixed excitement and concern.

I smiled lightly, "Don't worry about me mom. You just have fun with Will tonight. I've got some rented movies to watch." My mother smiled back and hugged me tightly. "I love you Elena." she squealed and released me. "Love you too mom." I smiled, Damien still on my mind.

After that, both of us headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. It was quiet in the kitchen despite my mother humming happily to herself. She was really excited about her date with Will. I ate my cereal quietly, not wanting to disturb her daydreams. "Oh! I forgot! This came in the mail for you!" I blinked, my mother's exited voice disturbed my thoughts.

I stared blankly at the envelope she had placed on the table. It was a simple white envelope with no addresses on it, only my name in elegant handwriting. My mother showed no concern for the letter and was humming to herself as she walked or skipped about. I placed it to the side and decided to open it in my room once I finished my cereal. If I showed much concern about the letter in front of my mother, then she might become as worried as I was about it.

After cleaning my bowl in the sink, I headed up the stairs to my room, leaving my mom to her cheerful mood. As soon as I was in my room, I closed and locked the door behind me, then plopped myself on my bed. I stared at the front of the envelope, looking at "Elena Sharp" in the elegant font. I was hoping I had missed something, that somewhere on this envelope was the returning address but as I looked it over, it was nowhere in sight. Whoever this was must have placed the letter in the mailbox in person, meaning they knew where I lived. The thought of some stranger knowing where I lived sent shivers down my spine.

I wondered if I should open the letter. There wasn't any harm in opening it right? The thought of anthrax quickly answered that question, only adding to my fears and worries. I could just throw the letter away and forget all about it but the more I thought about that option, the more my curiosity encouraged me to open the envelope. I took in a deep breath, I was risking anthrax for this, and opened the envelope. What I found inside were no dangerous spores but a simple white paper. I relaxed, realizing how silly that anthrax fear had been. Now my true worries were out in the open. What did this letter say and most importantly, who was it from?

Well, there was one to find out. Slowly, I removed the paper from the envelope and unfolded it. My eyes went wide as I read it and my heart seemed to stop. My head was swimming with disbelief.

Elena Sharp,

Meet me at the Everland Park after sunset.

Sincerely,

Daemon Night

Nothing held my attention more than the last two words on the letter, "Daemon Night". His name ended all my worries over last night being nothing more than a dream. I knew he existed. I knew my mind couldn't produce something so perfect and now I had the proof to prove last night had happened. I held the letter close to me with the thought that Daemon had wrote it with his own hand, for me. When I realized what I was doing, I felt my face grow hot and I quickly placed the letter on the bed, my eyes still resting on it.

Why did Daemon want to meet with me? Was there something he wanted to discuss? Well of course there had to be something he wanted to discuss after the happenings of last night, after all, there was a ton of things I wanted to ask him. The picture of Daemon's hand going clean through the man's torso flashed in my mind. I shuddered. What if Daemon wanted to do that to me? Maybe he wanted to meet with me to kill me, not to talk to me and answer my silly questions. Still, I couldn't fully believe Daemon wanting to kill me mostly because I didn't want Daemon to want to kill me. It just wasn't a fact I could accept easily. I mean, if Daemon wanted me dead, then he should have let that…man kill me, instead of saving me. I was almost certain Daemon wanted to talk about the happenings of last night, mostly for the fact that wasn't going to consider my other thought any longer.

Placing the letter back in the envelope and into a drawer in my dresser, I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After a hot shower, I placed my wet hair in a clip and got dressed. Since I didn't plan on going anywhere, at least not till sunset, I pulled on a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of shorts then headed downstairs. I found my mom struggling over what to wear on her date with Will. Her date with Will was several hours away but it usually took my mother several hours to figure out what to wear. She'd pick something out, ask my opinion about it, although my opinion doesn't really matter as I have no sense in fashion, or at least, that's what she says. Then she'd change her mind about it and the whole process would begin all over again. It was more tiring for me than for her as I usually had to sit through the whole thing.

So far, about half of her closet was piled on the couch and she was holding a blue, roses printed dress against her, while looking at me with a smile. "What do you think of this one?" she asked, as if my opinion really mattered in the end.

"I think it's really nice, mom." I replied, returning my mother's smile. She frowned, glancing at the dress and probably picturing Will's reaction. Her thought of his reaction was written all over her face as she placed the dress back in the closet. I glanced at the pile on the couch and sighed as I sat down in a chair. This was going to be a long day.