"Please" She whispered. Let there be a chance. She turned back to find her way.

And it was there. She slammed into it and rebounded. With an awful realization she knew that it had circled her. Not hunting...taunting her. Playing with her. The thing moved with hideous speed and she felt lines of fire along her cheek. Hot blood poured from the gashes and ran into her mouth, and down the side of her throat.

She whirled around and ran straight through the dense brush. Her legs were as heavy as iron weight but she willed her feet to move. Out of the tangled mess of withered grass a set of pale stone steps rose to the foot of a massive door. It was a mausoleum carved into the living rock or the cliff. The ponderous bronze door was bound with hick iron bands that ran from top to bottom and side to side. The panels between the intersecting bands were inscribed with complex prayers.

Hope flared like a spark in the darkness of her mind and she raced toward it. In the woods behind her she could hear the thing as it smashed through the brush in pursuit. She lifted the seemingly thousand pound weight of one foot onto the first step, but when she tried to lift the other, it was in vain and she failed. With a cry of pain and defeat she collapsed.

Even so, she did not give up. The door stood ajar. If only she could reach it... then she could haul herself inside and slam it shut, tightly behind her, and that great door would hold back hell itself.

Then she heard the click and scratch of clawed feet upon the stone steps, and she knew that she would never reach that stone door. Her numb fingers scrabbled for her knife but the thing loomed up, huge and terrible over her and the knife clattered to the cold stone, leaving it's ringing echo behind.

The creature threw back it's head and the massive muscles of it's chest and sides flexed as it let loose with a howl so loud it threatened the girl's sanity. The sound was over bearing, exploding in her head and though she was aware of other sounds around her, the howl muted them all to meaningless noise. It raised up a large clawed hand and stuck downward.

A scream errupted from her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut as she anticipated the blow but it never came. Slowly opening her eyes she found herself sitting upright in her bed, coated in sweat.

"It was just a dream" She panted, letting herself flop back onto the pillows behind her.

"Jenna! Breakfast is ready!" A deep male voice called from downstairs. The girl with brown curls sat up once more, before shoving off her blanket and planting her feet on the ground.

"Hurry, before it gets cold!" That all too familiar voice floated up the stairs once more.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" She shouted back, before lazily making her way down the stairs. Once at the next floor, she rubbed tiredly at her eyes and let out a long yawn.

"mmm, smells good" She said in a soft voice, biting back another yawn, and flopping to the nearest chair. A chuckle could be heared from her left.

"What's so funny?" She asked, picking her head up from the table and looking to her left. A small smile lite up her face as her eyes landed on her all too cheerful father with that goofy grin of his.

"Nothing" He sighed happily, dropping a plate which was overflowing with egs, bacon, pancakes and every other breakfast item you could imagine.

"Woah!" Jenna explaimed at the amount of food. "Uhh... it's a little much, don't ya think?"

"Not at all. Today's the big day, so I thought I could treat us to a nice breakfast" Her father said, scooping up a fork full of scrambled eggs.

"Oh, that's right...we're leaving today aren't we?" Jenna asked, poking at her eggs,watching the goup of yolk pour out slowly, engulfing the egg with yellow.

"What's wrong? You were excited to move yesterday, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm just gonna miss it here is all... miss my friends" She replied, picking up a peice of the now dismantled egg and popping it into her mouth. That's not what she was really worried about, her mind was still stuck on that dream, and she could still feel her heart drumming a thousand miles a minute in her chest.

It seamed so real...but that's rediculous, man beasts don't exist, it's rediculous that I even dreamed of one. But it's not the first time I've had this dream... I've heard that reacurring dreams have a meaning, but.. what could this one mean?

"Chin up sweetheart, you're gonna love it in Beacon Hills, we'll be closer to the rest of the family and you can hang out with Alyson. Besides, I'm sure Jason and Maralyn will keep contact" Her father replied, pulling her out of her thoughts for a brief moment.

"Yeah, I guess you're right" She replied in a soft tone, once again picking at her food.

Each time I end up meeting my death, that doesn't mean that...? No! no of course it doesn't, now your the one being rediculous Jenna!

The hand-held candles flickeed in the night drizzle as the two parallel lines of mourners walked solemnly behind the white casket bron on the shoulders of six men; several began to slip on the increasingly wet gravel of the cementery's path. Flanking the procession were four drummers, two on each side, their snare drums snapping out the slow cadence of the death march, erratically out of sequence because of the unexpected rocks and unseen flat grave markers in the darkness of the bordering grass. A boy about the age of sisteen stood amongst the trees in the woods, hiding in their shadows. His eyes were red rimmed, his cheeks tear stained, and his hair a wet tangled mess. The funeral consisted of a significantly small crowd all clad in black.

She deserves so much better than this

He watched as people took turns, giving a small statement about the deceased, then said they're final goodbyes.

A loud clap of thunder startled the boy, causing him to jump slightly. After reasuing himself that it was just thunder , he became stock still once again and fell back into his numb state. He remained in that same position, eyes locked on the closed black casket that held his beloved. The boy's lips parted as if he were about to speak but the motion stopped there.

There was a short speach given by the decease's father, which the boy, as hard as he tried he could not pay attention to the words being said. His mind was too hung up on the fact that... that she was gone, and that he'd never be able to see her again. No later, a flurry of movement surrounded the casket, People bustled around, some leaving, and others crying on a loved ones shoulder. Eventually everyone gave their consent to the family, said there goodbyes and the place was deserted.

The boy's grip on the rose he held tightened, and he let out a sigh before cautiously making his way toward the funeral sight.

Once there, he delicatly ran his fingers along the casket, the cold metal biting at his hand. The boy's breath caught in his throat as his fingers found the opening latch. His hand fell numby from the casket after lingering on the latch for a moment.

"Goodbye, my love" A sad voice peirced the air and stuck like a dagger.

The boy, now seventeen awoke from his day dream, eyes wide and mind racing.

"Forgive me Ebony" He whispered, squeesing his eyes shut tight and pinching the bridge of his nose, as if this small movement would make everything ok. No, he knew it wouldn't, nothing would make it ok.

Wake up Viddict! Concentrate on the objective!

I know this is shorter then usual, but most chapters will be longer then this so don't worry :p

anyway, don't get used to the quick updates, I may update like this for a while then fall of the face of the earth then come back and update quick lol, so yeah it depends on how much I have to write, but I don't have much of a life.. well writing pretty much is my life right now soo yeahh.

Personal update: I'm getting new additions to the fam, well temporarily, two ferrets and two dogs. My sister is leaving state and were taking care of her pets... one of the ferrets is blind... any advise? lol cause I have to clue what the fuck I'm doin eheh :O

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