Okay so I know this is like first time I have actually written an author's note for this story and I apologize for that! I just forget to do it on the actual document whenever I upload them! Oops! Oh well here it is now and I will try and remember for the chapters to come. I would just like to first off apologize for the large gaps in between each chapter. I know how annoying that must be and I will try and resolve that. Also I appreciate any reviews you can give on how the story is progressing. It is really helpful and I love to hear them! I hope anyone who is reading this is enjoying the story, I really appreciate you all taking the time to read it. It means a lot. So yeah sorry for the gaps in between chapters and reviews please! :D You guys are the best!

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Chapter 11: The Truth of Being a Träumer

We ran out of the warehouse and far down the street. I was trying to put as much distance between us and the warehouse as possible. We came to a more civilized part of town and stopped there to catch our breaths.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this." I said wincing at the scratch on my arm.

Pippa shrugged "I told you I was with you no matter what. And I must say, you did most of the work anyway. Sorry I couldn't be more help!"

I shrugged "Don't worry about it."

"Where to next?"

"I guess I should go home." I replied, that was the last place I wanted to be. But I knew I had to go home and face the music eventually. Why not now right?

Pippa nodded "Okay, well good luck then. I'm going home too, don't worry I won't tell my family about your idiotic ideas."

Despite the gravity of the situation I had to grin. Oh Pip, always trying to make everyone feel better. I could only assume it was in her nature.

I waved at her as she hurried off down the street. When she was out of sight, I sucked in a breath of my own and walked away in the opposite direction.

As I walked, I saw a car coming toward me. Inside was Dad and not surprisingly Monroe. Those two seemed to always be together!

Monroe pointed at me and they came to a stop beside me.

I grinned at them through the window, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

"Get in the car Chantelle. We're going home." My dad growled angrily.

I gladly jumped in saying "What a coincidence, I was just on my way there!"

"Good, we have a lot to talk about." He said and we drove off.

Monroe looked at me through the review mirror and I smiled and waved. He stared at me and then asked "Where have you been all day Chantelle?"

"I was busy." I replied vaguely. No need to worry them with my story of attacking a group of Wesen. I sighed and stared out the window. I raised my hand and pressed it against my wound. It was still bleeding pretty heavily and I wanted to hide it from the peering eyes of my father and his wolf friend. I grinned at the thought. I guess we did have a pet dog.

Dad cleared his throat and asked "Chantelle you can't keep running off like that. There is too much at stake now and you need to keep safe!"

I rolled my eyes "I'm fine Dad okay? I'm still alive and that has to count for something right?" I shrugged "Besides, I was with Pip."

"Yeah but Pip can't protect you and these creatures don't care if you're in a group!" Dad retorted. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me. It wasn't my fault I liked to be on my own. He just hated that he couldn't always keep an eye on me. I couldn't help but think that maybe that was good for him...

We arrived at our house and Mom was waiting on the front porch looking worried. When she saw me get out of the car she rushed forward and gave me a hug "Thank God you're okay!"

I shrugged her off and winced at the sharp pain it sent shooting through my arm "I'm fine Mom." All my earlier rudeness toward her faded. She really did care if I was okay or not, no matter what mistakes she was making she really did care about us.

I didn't have to show that I cared too. She was the mom, she probably already knew, besides she was used to me being a little cold.

Dad and Monroe came out and Mom ran over to Dad next, "Where was she?"

"Wondering the streets like an idiot. The kid has no regard for her own life!" Dad said, wow he was really annoyed. Maybe I should lay off the sass and rebellion for a minute and actually prove to him that I was fine and there was nothing to worry about...

Yeah, that would've worked if my arm wasn't bleeding out. I could feel the world around me start to shift. I was losing a lot of blood... But how? I hadn't been scratched that long ago, maybe fifteen minutes and it couldn't be that deep! I was wearing a jacket for crying out loud! But then again, maybe it was? Maybe I would need stitches for this?

Worry about it later! Get inside and alone so you can take a look at it! Then decide what to do!

"I'm going to go to my room okay? Leave me alone." I said and went to go into the house.

"Oh, no you don't!" A hand grabbed my arm and a cried out in pain.

Stupid, stupid, stupid family!

"Chantelle? What's wrong?" Dad asked. He let go of my arm and turned me around slowly.

There were tears pricking my eyes from the pain and I was staring up at him accusingly. He ignored my look; he reached down and took my hand off the wound. When he saw the blood seeping through my jacket and the cut that broke through to my skin he swore softly and made me take it off.

I heard Mom suck in a gasp of air and realized that it really was that bad! I made myself glance over and cried out. The wound was deep, I would definitely need stitches.

"Chantelle..." Dad said and then took my other arm and led me back to the car. "We're going to the hospital. Monroe stay with Juliet, it might be a good idea if you tell her what is going on. She needs to know the dangers now. It's time. Make her believe you!"

Monroe stared at him and then nodded, "Come on Juliet. There is a lot you need to learn."

"Dad, are you sure that is such a good idea?" I asked as we climbed into the car and he sped out of the driveway and down the street toward the hospital. I clutched my arm to keep the blood from spilling all over the seats. It was pain to try and get out of fabric!

He shook his head "No. I have a feeling it is probably the worst idea we could have, but it has to be done. Your mom deserves to know and she needs to believe in it."

I nodded and focused on trying to not focus on the pain, you can imagine how that worked out! I flinched at ever bump and cried out whenever he made a sharp turn and I was jerked to the side. I was in complete pain. It was bad.

We arrived in the hospital and Dad didn't let me walk. He picked me up and carried me into the emergency room. I will admit it was kind of embarrassing but it was better than walking. My head was swimming with spots.

"I need a doctor, her arm has been badly wounded" I heard Dad yell, it was so faint though. My eyes were starting to close.

I felt new hands grab at me and then everything went dark.

I woke up to dull voices, they were whispering about how I was going to be okay. That I had just fainted from blood loss, nothing major.

My eyes blinked open and I looked over to see a blood package with an IV attached to it beside me. I blinked again and sat up. "Dad?"

"Hey, how're you feeling?"
"My arm is in pain but other than that fine. A little tired if anything." I replied, bringing up the arm that wasn't attached to a million cords and rubbed my head.

"You're probably tired from the blood loss." A man in a white coat said. He looked to be about twenty with ruffled dark hair and kind blue eyes, "We'd like to keep you here over night if that's alright." He paused and then said "I'm Doctor Banks by the way."

"As long as I can make it to school tomorrow." I laughed shaking my head a little. "And I think you know my name already Doctor."

Dad grinned at me; he knew I would gladly miss school again. Still, I probably should go tomorrow.

The doctor grinned "You may be late but we should be able to arrange that. You'll need to come back here in a week so we can check your stitches. Until then, don't do any strenuous activities that could cause the stitches to come out."

I nodded "I can do that."

"Excellent, I will leave you two in peace then. Press the call button if you need anything Miss Burkhardt."

"Thank you."

He nodded and then left the room.

"Have you heard anything from Monroe?" I asked when we were alone.

Dad hesitated and then nodded "Your mom... Well she thought we were crazy and then Monroe showed her who he really was and well... She fainted but does believe us now."

I couldn't help but laugh. Poor mom, kind of served her right though. Maybe she would stop seeing that guy now. Dad still didn't know and I wasn't going to be the one to tell him.

He could remain oblivious for now.

Maybe Mom would figure herself out and he would never have to know anyway. I had to talk to her about this, she needed to know that I wasn't going to let her hurt Dad. He was already going through enough as she would have just discovered, he didn't need her shit.

"So you said we had a lot to discuss." I urged Dad, remembering what he had said before we'd driven home.

He nodded again "I need Monroe here though and I don't think your mother is able to leave the house right now.

"She can deal, get them both over here. I want to know."

Dad raised his eyebrows at me, but stood and walked out of the room to call Monroe. I could hear him talking through the door. He laughed a little and then said "She wants to know Monroe, we did tell her."

He came back into the room with a grin on his face "They're on their way. Also your mom isn't too happy with me for not telling her about this sooner and she is worried about you. Well you and your murderous dreams... That's how she put it."

I laughed "That certainly sounds like her!"

Dad smiled in agreement and sat on the edge of my bed "You sure you're feeling okay?"

"Absolutely." I nodded "No need to worry about me."

"Well obviously I did thought didn't I?" He pointed out.

Yes okay he was right! But I had everything under control! I was never in any REAL harm! Not really anyway! I would have told them eventually...
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"How did you ever get that?" He asked, reaching up and gently cupping my arm. Lifting it up to examine it.

Okay, I really didn't want to tell him this. He would just flip out and besides, I'd learnt my lesson! I didn't him to rant about how immature and dangerous a decision it had been. I already knew that! "I uh... got into a fight.." I muttered.

Well, it wasn't really a lie!

Dad slowly nodded and said "Okay..."

"It's not a big deal." I said shaking it off.

"Chantelle, you're in the hospital. It is a big deal! What kind of fight was it? Who was involved? How the hell did it even happen?" He said, hammering me with questions.

I sighed and said "Fine! I'll tell you, but if you freak out I will never tell you anything again okay?" Taking a deep breath I told him all about my master plan. How we went back to the Skalengeck hide out, how I attacked them and was doing really well and then got cut. I told him about how they said they were working for someone and how I know it was a stupid idea but I was trying to keep him safe.

He stared at me and then pulled me close to his chest "You take after me Chantelle." He sat back and looked me in the eye "Let's not tell your mom that version and I think your injuries are enough of a punishment, but I want you at school every day this week and I want you to come straight home. No more random escapades without me knowing about it first. " He smiled "Are we clear on that?"

"Yes. I promise." I replied looking down.

We sat silently for the while we waited for the other two to arrive. Mom came rushing through the door first. She crashed beside me on the bed and pulled me into a hug "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"I'm fine Mom. Promise." I choked out, she was squeezing me tightly and making it hard to breathe.

She nodded and pulled back. She stared at me for a few more minutes and then I looked up at Monroe "Tell me whatever it is you need to tell me."

A grin broke out on his face and he dragged a chair over next to my bed. "You're still the same Chantelle." He shook his head then explained "We've had some more information come up on what exactly a Träumer is."

"Yeah?"

"It would seem you can do more than just receive visions of the future." Monroe started "You can manipulate them, choose what you want to see. You are the master of the vision once you have seen it once."

I sat up, very interested "So you are saying that I could simply save my dad by manipulating the dream?"

Monroe shook his head "No, it isn't that simple sadly. It is a risk to change the dream, you need to be strong enough to remember that that isn't the real world. I know that sounds easy but when you are in a vision, it seems incredibly real right?"

I slowly bopped my head up and down.

"You forget what it is until you wake up, then you realize what it truly is. However, if we could train you to manipulate the vision we could have an easier time of trying to save Nick here."

"Okay, so I have to find out how to control this... ability?" I tried out the word and smiled. Yes this was what I would call it.

Monroe grinned "Exactly, "It won't be easy though."

I sighed "It never is."