Abbie sat brooding in her room angry at all that had transpired. Soon, she fell into a fitful sleep and the nightmares began almost immediately. She was running away from something, it was dark and frightening. She screamed for help, screamed for Vicki to rescue her but no one came. The being was upon her quickly knocking her to the ground as it pounced her from behind. It was so dark she could never make the face out but the eyes were red and burning into her like fire from hell. She screamed over and over, thrashed about and still nothing, just emptiness and darkness all around her. The being breathed hot breath into her face and began to take her own breath. Soon, she felt as if she were being smothered and began to claw at her throat. Her body was on fire and it was as if her soul was being drained from her slowly and painfully. She felt hands on her arms and her entire body was being shaken to the core. She heard someone yelling her name...Vicki.

"ABBIE!!! Wake up!!" Vicki was shaking Abbie and screaming her name. Vicki and Henry had arrived to find Abbie screaming in her sleep, thrashing about and grabbing her throat as if she were choking.

"Mom? Mom..where..what.." Abbie was looking around frantically as she tried to get her bearings. It was a dream, no, a nightmare, nothing more. ANOTHER nightmare! Vicki held Abbie as tightly as she could. She could feel her daughter shaking and trembling so badly her teeth chattered. Henry was standing beside the two frowning.

"Abbie, what were you dreaming about?" Henry asked with concern. For an instant, Abbie wanted to remain just as she was, safe in her mother's arms. Vicki stroked her hair, kissed the top of her head and told her it was okay several times. Finally, Abbie pulled away and took a deep, ragged breath.

"It's a bad dream, I don't remember it," she lied.

"And you've had this dream before." Vicki stated rather than asked. She nodded slowly darting her eyes between her parents as she hoped they wouldn't press the issue. She didn't like to recall the feeling of death in her dream.

"Why haven't you told us before now?" Henry asked.

"I don't know, I guess I thought they'd stop," she told them. Vicki sighed and hoped this was what had been bothering her but mother's intuition told her it was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Abbie, we want to help you but you have to talk to us. And," Vicki glanced at Henry then back to Abbie, "we've decided that we will let you have a car, you and Ward...but there are rules to be followed," she added. Abbie looked closely at Vicki and for the first time, in a long time, she really looked at her mother. Vicki might be immortal, never aging but right now, with her slight bruising still visible from her accident, she looked aged and tired. Abbie felt somewhat guilty knowing she probably had something to do with that.

"Dad, can you give us a minute?" Abbie asked softly. Henry nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. When he turned around in the hall, three faces smiled at him.

"What are you three doing? Downstairs please," Henry sighed as he followed them. He stopped and looked back at the closed door scowling a little as he thought of what he was missing. His little girl wanted just Vicki, not him this time. It was sobering and yet he was relieved that she was at least talking. After the door closed behind Henry, Abbie cleared her throat and began to open up to Vicki.

"Mom, I've been having issues because I think there is something wrong with me and I'm scared," she admitted.

"Issues? What kind of issues? And why do you think something is wrong or rather what do you think is wrong?"

"The nightmares, for one, I...I..have these feelings for this boy.." her eyes darted away when she mentioned her emotional attachment to M.J., "and I just feel so...different from everyone."

"What boy?"

"Was that all you heard mother?" Abbie said with frustration.

"No no, I'm sorry..tell me more about the nightmares Abbie," Vicki redirected the subject and listened intently as Abbie told her the truth. Vicki was analyzing her dream when Abbie told her the most disturbing thing of all.

"And the weird thing, there was this strange symbol that kept popping up," Vicki's head snapped up.

"What symbol..can you draw it?" Vicki's heart pounded.

"Sure.." Abbie grabbed a pad and paper and drew it out as best she could.

Vicki tried to maintain her cool when she saw the very symbol that had been tattoed on the dead boy....