A/N: We are moving right along with this fiction. I hope (Hope) to have the next chapter up next week. Be warned, this chapter doesn't have alot of 'real' action in it. I deal a lot with Booth's nightmares in this one. But I needed to get some inner facts out there. No worries though, the murderer is back next chapter and we learn some new clues (yay!). Since Goldy is moving and all that good stuff, this chapter as no beta what-so-ever. Sorry for any mistakes.

UPDATED 4 Dec 2006 - Thanks to BonesDBchippie, this chapter has been corrected. Just minor things.


Chapter One:

Demoniac Dreams and Vampire Killer

"I don't like it," Booth said as he entered Brennan's office through the open door. Brennan looked up from the papers that were spread out before her in time to see her partner begin to pace.

"I didn't think it was that bad," Brennan replied. "In fact, Angela said it was, and I quote, cute."

Booth stopped in mid-step and looked over at the doctor. "What are you talking about?"

"See how confusing a conversation is," she began, "when one member begins before the second member join. I was referring to my outfit. It's new and I wasn't sure about it. Now your turn, what were you talking about?" Booth ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.

"The case, Bones, I was referring to the case. It's been two days since we found the werewolf. Shouldn't we have although body by now?"

While Brennan shuffled the papers into one pile she said, "Isn't it a good thing that we don't have another body?"

"Not really. It means that our killer is toying with us." Brennan shoved the pile of papers into a folder then sat back in her chair.

"Maybe the killer simply wanted to kill our two victims." Booth sat down on Brennan's couch and looked up at her.

"Do you really think that it's over? That he won't kill again?"

"You never know," Brennan said with a shrug. "Anyhow, we all have things that we pushed aside to work on the case, and except for Angela, we're all back to working on previous projects. Until you bring us something new, Booth, there's not much we can do."

"I know," he said, rubbing his hands over his face. "It's just that I know the killer is out there, possibly watching us and we have no idea to who he is."

"You still haven't been sleeping well, have you?" Booth looked up at her with tired eyes.

"No," he answered honestly. "Every time I fall asleep I have these nightmares." A yawn escaped from his lips as he turned and stretched out on the couch. "I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart pounding."

"Have you tried exercising before bed?" Booth nodded.

"A hot bath?" Again, a nod.

"Warm milk and brandy?"

"Minus the brandy, yes," he said. "I've tried drinking myself to sleep, reading, watching TV, everything. I always have nightmares and I always wake up." Brennan was quiet for a moment as she watched Booth's eyes drift shut.

"Have you tried having sex?"

"Is that an offer?" he questioned, his eyes wide open and serious.

"Um, no," Brennan answered, her cheeks slightly warm with a blush. "But I'm sure you could find someone, and it normally makes one sleepy."

"Thanks for the suggestion, Bones," he said, "I'll keep that in mind." Again his eyes began to drift close, and Brennan let him rest.

"Dr. Brennan," Dr. Saroyan said, scanning her card and walking up the steps of the center platform. "Are you aware that Booth's car is parked outside?"

"Yes," Brennan answered as she picked up a piece of bone to look at closer.

"And are you aware that Booth isn't in his car?"

"Yes."

Saroyan crossed her arms. "Well, do you know where he's at, then?"

"Yes," Brennan said again, setting the fragment down and jotting something down on a piece of paper.

"Well, are you going to tell me?"

Brennan looked up from her work. "All you had to do is ask, Dr. Saroyan. He's in my office."

"And just what is he doing in your office?"

"Sleeping." With that Brennan went back to the remains before her.

"Why is he sleeping in your office?"

"Because that's where he fell asleep, and I didn't see any reason to wake him."

Booth sat up disoriented. His heart was pounding and he struggled to figure out where he was. He rubbed the heel of his hands over his eyes and looked around his surroundings. With a sigh of relief he recognized Brennan's office. Booth stretched his arms up over his head and then cracked his neck. He swung his legs off the couch and then stood. A glance at his watch told him that he had been sleeping for three hours. Not a bad little nap, he thought. Until the nightmare began. Booth stretched again, walked to the door and opened it. The lab was quiet and empty, but he spotted Brennan standing atop the center platform and he made his way over to her. As he climbed the steps she looked up and noticed him. "Sleep well?"

"A few hours of restful sleep, thank you." Brennan smiled and then dropped her eyes back down to her work.

"Dr. Saroyan came by looking for you earlier."

"Do you know what she wanted?"

"I'm not your secretary, Booth, but I know she's mad that I wouldn't let her wake you up." She looked up at him through her lashes and offered him a small smile.

"You didn't tell her about…?"

"No," Brennan said, answering his question. "I just told her that you fell asleep and that I didn't see any reason to wake you up." Booth nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

"Thanks," he said. "I don't want everybody offering me advice about my nightmares." Brennan closed the notebook she was writing in and then leant back on the railing.

"You sure you don't want to talk about them?" Booth sucked in a deep breath and then blew it out.

"They always start out different," he began. "Once I was in a room, next I was standing in the forest." He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Things begin to happen and there this wolf." A shiver ran down Booth's spine. "And screams." He brought his eyes up and locked gazes with Brennan. He realized that he was about to revel more about his nightmares than he wanted. "Listen, thanks again for the nap, but I need to be going." Brennan gave him a small nod of understanding. "See ya tomorrow."

"Night, Booth."

The sun was bright above Booth's head, causing him to throw a hand up to shield his eyes. He swallowed hard to try and wet his parched throat. A glance up at the empty sky filled him with dread. Booth quickly scanned the area that he stood in and found nothing. He squinted his eyes against the bright, dry heat, but still saw nothing. Turning in a slow circle, Booth searched for anything that would tell him were he was. In the distant, the outline of a hut came into view, and Booth started off toward it. Sweat beaded across his forehead and upper lip. As he walked, his feet grew heavier, making it difficult to continue. Booth's tongue darted out and ran over his lips, and he tasted blood. "Too damn hot," he said through his cracked lips.

"Water awaits," he heard a voice say. Booth spun around and came face to face with his white savior.

"Why have you brought me here?" Booth questioned. He watched the wolf as she began to walk around the agent.

"I didn't," the white wolf answered. "The black demon wolf brought you here, I only intercepted the dream."

"Why?" he asked shaking his head.

"So we can talk." Booth turned to watch the wolf walk in a circle.

"Talk about what?" he asked, wiping a hand over his face a clear off the sweat.

"You," the wolf said, starting to walk over toward the hut. Booth drew in a hot, stringing breath and then followed the wolf.

"Why do you want to talk about me?" the agent asked.

The wolf didn't slow her trot, but answered, "The black demon wolf is after you. You must prepare."

"Prepare? Prepare for what?" The white wolf stopped and turned to face Booth.

"A fight for your life." Booth drew his brows together. "I can't hold back the black demon for long. Soon his nightmare will begin and you will continue with the torture."

"Are you saying that somebody is causing me to have these nightmares?"

"Haven't you been listening?" the white wolf asked. Above them the sky began to darken. "He's breaking through. Listen to me- you must fight. Those you care about will be put in harms way. You're going to have to make hard choices, Seeley Booth. No time to be wishy-washy." A bolt of lighting sliced across the now blood red sky. "It's begun." Booth dropped his eyes from the sky to find the wolf was gone. A prayer fell from his lips and he began to walk again toward the hut. The heat the sucked the air from his lungs suddenly dropped in temperature causing his overheated body to begin to shake. Booth wrapped his arms around his torso and rubbed his hands over his upper arms. The hut that he had been walking toward suddenly came into view and Booth stopped. The door stood open, calling him to enter. A voice from inside tore at his heart. A small, sad, scared voice sung out for help. Booth's heart began to race under his ribs. He entered the darken hut and was slapped in the face with a blast of freezing cold air. As Booth walked further into the hut he heard the growl of the black demon wolf.

"I know you're here," he called out, hoping his voice was steadier than how it sounded to his ears.

"You can't run from me," the wolf said. Booth saw through the gloom that the wolf had began to walk towards a backdoor. The agent followed. The door opened into a darken hall. The walls were streaked with blood and Booth shivered. He followed the hall and prayed that he found nothing at the end. A scream split the silence and Booth began to run. It was that scream again- the one that filled him with dread at night and haunted his days. Booth saw the door at the end of the hall slammed shut causing him to a slide to a halt. He reached out and twisted the door handle, but the door didn't open. Booth jammed his shoulder against the door. The wood groaned but held fast. Again, Booth hit the door with his shoulder. This time it gave way and he toppled he. Booth felt his stomach lurch and his throat tighten as he fought down the bile. Pale light from wall torches filled the room, giving Booth just enough to see the blood, the body parts. His suddenly shallow breathing echoed in his ears. "You did this." Booth's head snapped up and his eyes made contact with the black wolf that now stood across the room from him. "You killed her."

"Who? How?" Booth was confused. How could he have done something so…so horrid?

"It's your fault," the wolf said, and Booth sworn he heard laughter. "Step forward and claim your prize." Booth felt himself being drawn forward, his feet slipping on the blood.

"No," he pleaded.

"This is who you really are, Booth. A murderer." Booth fell to his knees- his hands down to help brake his fall. His fingers spread out over the sticky liquid and again Booth fought the bile rising in his throat. He shook his head violently from side to side. "Bask in the glory of what you've done." Booth looked from his blood-covered hands to the wolf.

"I didn't do this," he yelled out. "You're not real. This is just a nightmare." Booth felt his shoulders begin to shake.

"This is real, Booth," the wolf said. "And this is who you really are." A light flicked once above him and then the room was filled with a blinding brightness. Booth squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, and then slowly opened them.

"No," he said, falling backwards on his backside and trying to scoot away. Again his shoulders began to shake. "No," fell from his lips again. Before him was a concrete alter which had a body laid across it. The female remains were dressed in a white dress that was stained with blood. Protruding from the middle of the ribcage was a dagger with a jeweled handle.

"Stand," the wolf said. "Stand and step forward. See what you have done." Booth couldn't fight the urge to do as he was told. He slowly climbed to his feet and took a hesitated step toward the body, his own body shaking. His breath caught as his eyes took in the face.

"No," he said, shaking his head. The eyes of the corpse opened, and blue orbs stared up at him.

"You did this," the dead woman said. "You killed me."

"No, no, this isn't real." Booth stepped back as the woman sat up and swung her legs around, her bare feet touching the floor.

"But it will be, Booth, and my blood is on your hands." The woman stood from her deathbed and moved toward a frozen Booth. She reached up and touched his face with one of her ice-cold hands. "Remember," she whispered, leaning in toward him, her pale blue lips stopping millimeters from his mouth. "Remember that you killed me." Booth felt his shoulders shake, as the woman stood straight and turned from him.

"Welcome to Hell," the wolf said. The woman walked over to the black demon and ran her hands through his fur.

"No, wait." The woman turned back to Booth, but remained next to the wolf.

"It's no use, Booth," the wolf said. "I will have her. You will kill her." With that the wolf and the woman began to fade away from him. Again his shoulders began to shake.

"Bones," he called out as he sat up in his bed, sweat dripping from his brow. His heart thundered and his breaths came in short, fast pants. Booth licked his lips and then turned toward the woman in his bed. Cam stared at him with wide eyes. Booth realized his mistake and closed his eyes.

"What?"

Booth rubbed his face. "A dream, Cam, it was only a dream." He flopped back down and threw an arm over his eyes.

"Some dream to leave you all sweaty and breathing hard."

"A nightmare," he corrected.

"Want to talk about it?" Cam asked settling back down in bed. Booth shook his head. "Oh, come on, Booth, you wake up screaming out another woman's name after we have sex. I think I deserve to know what the nightmare was about." Booth uncovered his eyes and looked over at her.

"It was," he stopped. Did he want to share his inner demons with someone? With Cam? "It doesn't matter." He threw back the covers and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked his bare back as he reached for his clothes.

"Home," he said. "This was a mistake. We both know it." Booth pulled on his boxers and then jeans before turning back to the bed. "I'm sorry, Cam, I shouldn't have."

"It's okay," she answered, holding up a hand. "When we called it off, we knew there would be nights when we just needed the sex. You serviced me as much as I serviced you."

"I don't know if I like referring to it as serviced," Booth commented, pulling his shirt on.

"You know I'm right, Seeley. We might not be a full fledged couple, but we can't stay away from each other." She offered him a smile. "I'm here when you need me, and visa versa." Booth combed his fingers through his hair.

"I can't do this any more, Cam. I can't…" he let the sentence end there. "See ya." Booth turned from the bed and left the room. Damn you, Bones, he cursed. Planting ideas of sex in my head. Booth closed Cam's apartment door behind him and then shook his head. Images of Brennan laying dead filled his mind. "I need a drink," he said aloud, and left the apartment building.