'So…' I said to Lucy one lunchtime, a few days later, as she started to badger me about weird dreams. 'You've gone all psychic on me now?' she laughed for a moment at my remark, but then said in a serious voice. 'Ever since we were attacked, I've been feeling real weird…' then she frowned. 'And last night… I had the weirdest dream.' I raised an eyebrow. 'What about?' I asked. Her face screwing up as she tried to remember. 'You were in the woods, and then you fell... Down a hole… you found them.' I started laughing at that. 'Did you watch "Alice in Wonderland" last night?' she scowled. 'I just have a bad feeling… please- promise me; stay out of the woods.' She was on the verge of tears. 'What happens if I don't?' she grabbed my hands. 'Just… don't.' she begged. I let go. 'Ok, ok… I'll try. Satisfied?' she sighed in relief. 'Yes.' I rolled my eyes.

When I got home, dad wasn't there- another signing I suddenly remembered, down at the Needles. I sat down on the sofa with a sigh; I was on my own for tonight at least. I glanced out the window- the sun was setting, it was beautiful. I felt like going for a walk, but the air was thick; like an oncoming storm. Stuff this I thought as I pulled my jacket on and opened the front door.

A few minuets later I was walking down the forest path, perpetual twilight was setting in now, causing shadows to form behind me. Then I remembered the promise I'd made Lucy; But, seriously… I laughed to myself. What harm can come from walking through the woods at 5pm?

Ten minuets later, I realized I was lost.

So much for "What harm can come from walking through the woods at 5pm?"

The path had disappeared from view, and I was running in panic. Everything was dark, the trees leered at me with unseen eyes- I was scared. 'Help!' I called in fear. 'Hel-!' I suddenly screamed as the muddy ground gave way and I fell about three meters belowground. Groaning, I sat up, I was gonna have bruises. I looked around; it was a load of hidden stairs forming a gentle slope downwards. Mystified, I stared down- they kept going on and on. I was faced with two options; one, get out and try to find my way home. Or, explore what I had stumbled upon. The adventurous side of me kicked in, and I walked slowly down the stone steps, the smell of old and decaying filled my nose, and the cobwebs tangled my hair. Had someone been murdered, and then shoved down here to rot? I hoped not… the body alone would have made me faint. Finally, after a few minuets, it leveled out, and I could see a door made of some shiny black stone- it was ajar. Curious, I opened it, pushing against it as hard as I could- it weighed a ton. And gasped at the sight that met my eyes;

It was a burial chamber... under the woods? I jolted inside. It was... impossible... absurd!

Up ahead, on a kind of low platform in the centre, I could see three tombs, all 3 made of the same black stone that the door was made off.

The tombs themselves were quite big- one slightly bigger than the rest in the middle, and one smashed open and empty. I walked up to them- on top they had a single intricate letter. The smaller, completely intact one had an "M" on it. The smashed one had a "G "on it, and the largest had an "E" on it. I went up to the M one,-the lid was slightly loose. G, E and M? Could it be-? Curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed at the heavy black lid- opening it.

But what I saw inside astounded me.

Inside, a boy just older than me, with longish honey blonde hair, was laying arms folded across his chest. He was wearing clothes that would have been fashionable about 200 years ago.

I gasped; it was him... it was really him; Michael.

But... He wasn't bone... he looked- healthy, dead just hours ago... minuets... Without thinking, I touched his hand to see if it was hot or cold. A light shudder ran through him at my touch, and his eyes snapped open, and he sat up so quick I screamed and fell against the largest one, opening the lid a fraction. The boy stared at me, his timeless silver-blue eyes wide in surprise. Then he looked around, hands gripping the sides of his prison, chest heaving. Then he focused his gaze and attention back to me. He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes widened in realization, then he grinned, his eyes seemingly glowing bright blue. He leapt at me with no time to scream. I blacked out.

I woke up, god knows how long later... And remembered...

I sat up with a jolt and looked around- I was still in the burial chamber. Breathing heavily, I felt my neck- it was covered in blood and I had two holes in it. What had that... dead boy? But... he wasn't dead-? One of the boys- Michael? So much for being an angel... Then I felt the other side- there were another set of holes that side too. Slightly bigger than the other sides. I stumbled to my feet. The tomb with the blonde boy in was wide open... and empty. But to my right, the biggest one with the intricate "E" on was open now, and empty. Had there been someone in there too? The lid was lying ten meters away... as if the person inside had thrown it in rage in order to get out. But-? I could hardly push the lid, let alone throw it.

It was all a dream. It had to be.

I stumbled weakly to the exit- it was pitch-black now as I made my way home. I should have listened to Lucy's warning I thought bitterly. To my relief, I found the path before long, and was soon home.

The other person, who had been freed from the biggest tomb by accident, the youngest, watched her leave from the shadows. He was so hungry, and tired. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave way- It had been so long since he'd been able to use them. The girl he had fed off in the crypt's blood had been meagre, and all her memories already taken, except for a few, unnecessary ones- was He out too? It would explain why she was so lacking. But then there was the other one... the traitor... he was long gone- and couldn't even be bothered to release him... That made his skin prickle, and cause his blood to boil.

They were all out. But He was looking for something else... Revenge.

He forced his legs to carry his weight as he heard someone walking along the path- a dark-haired teenager with strange black trousers on, and a dark grey shirt. He also had black shoes on of a strange kind; this was another time He realized. Who knows how long he'd been imprisoned. Ignoring that fact, he crept up on the boy the best way he knew how. At the last moment, leapt on him and snapped his neck, too weak to eat just yet. He raised an eyebrow at the strange texture of the clothes as he took his own off and traded them for the boys attire- perfect fit. The shoes were a little on the big side though, but he ignored that fact and pulled them on. Reaching into the pockets, he felt a strange shape- he pulled it out and gazed at it; it was smooth, shiny and had a blank face; like a stone. Suddenly, it lit up, and shook- He dropped it in surprise, eyes wide.

Yes. He concluded grimly. The future. He bent down to the boy and finally began eating- searching his memories, and taking them as his own. Finally, he got up. It was the year 2009. He'd been trapped just over 200 years. He also understood what the device was- a mobile phone. He looked down and picked the phone up, and put them in his "jeans" pocket as they were called. He straightened up and looked towards the moon- it was the same as his last night in his time; the past- 1801; full and shining, staring at him mockingly. He set off down the muddy path towards the town.

Im back he thought with a slight grin, his shadowy dark blue eyes pitiless... they way they'd always been.