Lemony: My head still hurts but I felt the urge to write this chapter. I'm also very tired, Wicked and Awesome are both sleeping so I'm the only one up. *yawn*

Silver Moon

Gin was sleeping peacefully, dreaming…

"Where the hell am I?" Gin's mind pondered, this place looked eerily familiar. His eyes darted from place to place, it was the park. The same park he woke up in with amnesia. It was dark, desolate and he was the only living soul in sight. The same pitch black was on the horizon, the moon looked unforgiving. Gin was freezing, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He looked down, he was wearing his work shirt and slacks from the day before.

What was this?

A dense fog began to descend upon him, the trees in the distance disappeared, the hills were eaten by the fog. All that was left was a smoky grey cloud and blackness surrounding him. Gin ran not sure why he was running, he didn't feel like he was going anywhere. Panicked, Gin looked around for something, anything that could explain what was happening.

"No need to run, mortal." He heard someone say, the voice was definitely female. In couldn't match the voice with a face, all he saw was the mist in front of him. The voice was low and throaty, certainly the voice of a temptress.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Gin demanded shuffling around looking for any signs of movement. There was a brief silence before the mysterious voice responded.

"I cannot show myself to you now…but in time…" The voice replied, Gin became enraged. He wanted know what this was and feel much better if he had a face to speak to, this was all too real. He felt the cold of the mist, the gravel at his feet, the anger in his psyche.

This couldn't be a dream.

"What is this?" Gin commanded,

More silence.

"You are very demanding," The voice purred, obviously mocking him. Gin scowled, he didn't like this, he didn't like one bit.

Gin's eyes shifted around the mist, he was certain he wasn't alone. If only he could see the mysterious woman poisoning his mind.

"You survived my bite…" The voice continued. Bite? Suddenly it all came back to Gin, hitting him like a brick. He remembered he had been attack by a rabid dog. But he was confused, he was obviously talking to a person and not a dog (Lemony: dogs can't talk!). So what then?

"You are a strong for a mortal…" The mysterious voice echoed, "…you will make a fitting mate."

Mate?

"What are do you mean 'mate'?" Gin shouted at the mist, this was making him a mixture of nervous, angry, and frightened. He wanted answers and he wanted them NOW!

"We have become one…I tasted your blood, mortal. You survived. You are to be mine." The voice explained, Gin growled.

"I belong to no one." Gin seethed his words dripping with rage, whoever was speaking to him, Gin wanted to wrap his hands around her neck.

"Not now, but soon…you cannot fight the urge…the beast inside you, lurking beneath the surface…you will crave flesh, sex…the full moon will be upon you…you will change…" The voice echoed, Gin processed those words.

Full moon?

Change?

Gin let out an animal-like roar, it was so loud he heard it bounce off the fog. He was furious with this, he wanted to know what the hell this person was talking about. But whoever they were, they were speaking in riddles! Gin heard a low laugh, a very proud one, almost gleeful.

"You will lose all control…" the voice laughed, Gin clasped his hands over his ears and screamed. Her words were eating him alive, and there was nothing he could do about it…

"Gin! Wake up!" Rukia chided at her boyfriend, shaking the silver-haired man until he rose. Gin shot up, gasping for air. He was panting heavily as he eyes darted all around the bedroom. He wasn't in the fog anymore.

Thank God.

Gin was heaving, taking long labored breaths. Rukia looked at her perspiring boyfriend scared to death. He was withering and moaning in his sleep, finally he had just started screaming. Once that started, Rukia began to shake him, trying desperately to break him from his nightmare.

"Rukia?" Gin sighed relieved that he was only dreaming. Just a bad dream that meant nothing.

"Are you ok? What were you dreaming about?" Rukia questioned him as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at her with soft eyes, he kissed her lightly. Gin didn't want to have to worry Rukia with something as silly as a little nightmare. Gin glanced at the clock on he nightstand, it was late.

"It was nothing, go back to sleep." He said turning onto his side and pulling the covers over his head. After a few minutes, Gin heard Rukia's light breathing. As badly as he needed sleep, Gin refused to close his eyes. That dream had felt real. Too real. He had a nagging in the back of his mind that the voice who was speaking to him meant every word she had said. Gin prayed silently that it was just a dream…just a bad dream. Sleep didn't come to Gin that night, he lie still staring blindly into the darkness. He carefully shifted out of bed looking over his shoulder to make sure he didn't wake Rukia. She was sleeping peacefully, Gin actually smiled. Rukia looked so innocent when she slept.

He tip-toed his way into the kitchen and scanned the refrigerator for something to snack on. His eyes lit up once he saw a package of bacon that he must have missed earlier. Like an excited child on Christmas morning, Gin ripped open he package and began to eat raw strips of bacon. He didn't care that it was uncooked, he was just starving.

You will crave flesh…

Gin heard the mysterious woman's voice around him, in his head, and in his ears. Gin dropped the bacon onto the floor and froze as those words buzzed in his head. He did have an abnormal yearning for meat, but this was ridiculous! Gin snatched the bacon off the floor and placed it back into the fridge, he lost his appetite, but surely he would eat the rest later. He went into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was paler than usual and his skin was clammy. He looked incredibly weak, Gin stared down at his exposed chest. It was more muscular. But what did that mean? Gin shook his head furiously, all he did was make himself dizzy. He returned to the bedroom and curled up beside Rukia. No matter what was happening to him, he always felt invincible around her. He lie awake that night, listening to her sleep.

The sound was soothing to him, calming his erratic mind. Gin felt a tightening in his loins as he held her.

Sex…

He shut eyes tight and ignored the voice. He wouldn't give in…he couldn't…

The beast inside you, lurking beneath the surface…

Lemony: Ooohhh...who's the freaky chick in the dream? Is Gin losing his mind? And how are Wicked and Awesome sleeping through this? Stop the insanity! REVIEW(or I won't write anymore)!