Woot woot, chapter two. So here's some more info to help you along. This follows the books, pretty closely, but then sometimes not and I will change events to help this story along. Basically Claire wakes up at the Glass House after her nap (like how it happened in book one) and she's had this dream. In the dream, she dreamed the entire series, so basically she knows all the events that are going to happen like where the book is, when Bishop is coming, the Draug, everything, because this dream is like a vision of her future. And in this story, Claire, knowing how everything works out, decides she doesn't like how it all played out and is going to change it all. So it will follow the book's plotline except Claire won't act like Claire, she's this omnipotent badass. I hope you enjoy. Also sorry for any inconsistencies. Read on little monsters. Oh and anything bolded is direct dialogue from the books.

Focus, focus, focus.

"Claire?" another knock on the door. The voice was friendly, warm, it didn't sound like the voice of some evil kidnapper. Claire, still partially paralyzed with fear managed to mumble out an almost unintelligible, come in, or something she hoped sounded like that.

The door opened slowly, and a head popped around the opening. Black-dyed hair held in pigtails by cute little skulls, thick black eyeliner, black lipstick and snow-white skin; goth girl. Eve. "Hey, um, you were really out last night so we just let you sleep. I'm going to be heading off for work soon, but you're welcome to breakfast. It's just me and Shane, Michael will be back later." The girl gave a small, nervous smile and disappeared down the hall, closing the door behind her.

Weird, majorly weird.

Claire climbed out of bed wearing the same clothes as the day before and not feeling the least bit clean about it. Staring around the room, she took in a deep breath and let out a sigh. Was it actually possible? Had she just had an awful dream and nothing had gone wrong?

Rubbing her eyes Claire left the room, grabbing her backpack on the way out and ran right into a very attractive looking guy.

"Oh, uh, hey, how's the eye?"

Shane.

Claire's heart skipped a beat.

This was the man of her dreams, quite literally. The man she was engaged to in her dreams. Awkward.

"Better, I guess," she mumbled breathlessly, unable to look him in the eye. God, this was just plain awkward. "Umm, Shane right? I- I'm a little confused. Sorry, wow, it's just I, well you know, got hit in the head and have this major headache and- yeah."

"Oh, well, you still want the room right?" Claire nodded. "Well, you were pretty tired when you showed up yesterday and me and Eve felt kind of bad, Michael too, though you missed him, and so we just let you kind of sleep it off and yeah, he'll be back tonight so if you wanna stick around, it's a Saturday, so," he just kind of let it hang off at the end and gave her an incredulous look.

"Yeah, I have some errands to run so, um, what time does Michael show up around?" Claire kept looking down, nervously twirling her hair.

"Around seven, but hey you should eat breakfast with us first, I made bacon." He smiled at the end, looking proud. Claire really didn't want to hang around, she had so many things to figure out, but his chili had been killer…

"Yeah, that'd be cool," she said, adding her own smile to the end with a tilt of her head.

God, Claire, stop flirting!

Shane held her gaze for a moment longer, a moment just a bit too long, before ducking his head awkwardly and turning around towards the stairs.

Seating herself at the table, a still slightly bewildered Claire, watched Shane and Eve finish making breakfast, arguing over some girl named Laura/Linda that Shane had gone out with the night before, something about the sex he wasn't getting, awkward, and having the usual banter that she knew she would become accustom to. Just as Claire was about to help herself to a very delicious looking slice of bacon, it just had to be at that moment, the doorbell rang, a soft ringing sound.

Oh shit, the cops.

Claire abruptly remember her dream and what was supposed to happen this day, the cops, looking for her, telling Shane and Eve that it was Monica who pushed her, ug. It really kind of sucked reliving things you've already done. Talk about déjà vu.

Eve and Shane froze, only for a moment before springing to action.

"In." Eve pointed to the cellar, already pushing open the hidden entrance that Claire knew was there. Halfway there Claire turned around, grabbing her still empty plate off the table and giving Eve a knowing smile as she shut the door behind her.

The conversation with the cops went much better than Claire remembered it going. Less suspicion.

So I really can change how things are supposed to go!

But yet Claire already sort of knew that. Instead of waking up to find Michael playing his guitar she had slept the whole night, now having to wait until he "showed" up again. Of course, Claire knew that Michael was still in the house, probably watching her this very minute which was just a bit on the creepy side.

Claire fought the urge to whisper "go away" into the suffocating darkness. Better get used to it, there was a long road of darkness ahead.

She heard the cops go away, front door banging shut behind them and a few moments later the door swung open, the sweet, sweet light framing Eve's ghoulishly-makeuped face. Helping her out and murmuring "It's okay" Claire turned to face Shane who she knew would be the one asking the hard questions.

"What the hell, Claire? What did you do?" Shane said practically fuming. Eve gave him a look that clearly read, calm down, and he stilled just a bit. "They're looking for her!"

Claire let out a long sigh, this really sucked right now, and dived right in the awkward conversation that led to the explanation of how it was Monica and then received the even awkward-er and definitely more saddening explanation of what Monica had done to Shane's sister.

Getting that whole mess out of the way, Eve left for work, Shane disappeared upstairs, and Claire, who was supposed to be studying at the moment, silently slipped out of the house.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Shit.

Claire turned around, "Uh, to get my stuff?"

Shane just shook his head, "You can't. Monica… look she's really crazy okay? Crazy and dangerous. I can't let you do that. You'll get hurt."

Claire's heart softened a bit at the look he gave her. Even before he was in love with her he was still a sweet guy. She suddenly realized that they all were, the Glass house gang. Sweet and nice and genuine and caring. Some of the hardest traits to find in people.

It saddened her a bit, all the hardships they would have to go through. Even if it all did work out in the end, some of the stuff really sucked.

"Are you alright?" Shane asked.

"Uh, yeah, but I really need to get my stuff and um, run to the store." Claire blinked and looked away, realizing she was on the verge of tears. He must have thought she was crazy.

"Store's okay, but going back to the dorms is a big no. Like really no. Just wait until Eve get's back and we'll drive you," he stepped toward her, offering comfort and safety.

"Thanks but, I need some time and I really should call my parents. Uh, look it'll only be an hour and I'll be back. No harm done!"

Shane gave her an incredulous look, "Seriously Claire, it's dangerous. You can't go back there. Do you even understand?" He looked slightly angry now.

Claire looked down for a moment, she really didn't want to upset him. Stepping forward she took his hand and looked him straight in the eye, something her before-dream-self never would have been brave enough to do, "I won't go back to the dorm. I promise. I just need some time to think, alright? I'll be back in an hour."

With that she hiked her backpack higher on her aching shoulder and marched off down the path.

YAY! This is really kind of fun to write. So you know the drill, R and R baby! Seriously, emphasis on the second R, review! Or I'll haunt you in your dreams!

Peace and Love