A/N: Thank you to the following for helping inspire this chapter: Angel of the Night Watchers, Twilightlover33, Finger Cracker and Melone Cullen. Your ideas were incorporated into the dream.

Thanks to XoChelseaAmberXo, my partner-in-writing for the parts I got stuck! Please check out her almost completed Edward & Bella fic Crescent!

As always my lovelies,

Enjoy and Review!

ciao. jj.

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Chapter Thirty-Three

My parents, brothers, Chelsea and I got back to Charlie's at 3:00 AM. I was sound asleep by 3:05. Tahmoh was the last person I thought about before bed, so naturally, he made a guest appearance in my dreams that morning.

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Like an apparition, Moe appeared out of nowhere. "Crap. Stalking me again, Moe?"

"No, this time it's all you, Ana. Isn't that how this works? Your dream walking or whatever you call it? You pull people into your dreams? You're the one stalking me this time." He looked around at the shimmering whiteness surrounding us. "Where are we, anyway?"

"We're not really anywhere."

"That sounds ominous…and a little creepy. But this is cool. Bryce and Aiden have told me about your 'gift.'"

"Oh, yeah? And what did they say?"

"Just that you can make people see anything you want to in their or your dreams." I started to walk further into the nothingness—Moe quickly followed. "So are we going somewhere or are we going to stay in this place?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I dunno. Somewhere we can talk. Might as well right? Now that we're alone."

"And what exactly do you want to talk about?"

"I want to know why you dislike me so much."

"You don't remember?"

"No. Should I?"

I didn't answer.

"Can you tell me, please?" He pleaded with his eyes.

I contemplated whether or not I was ready and took a deep breath in. I guess I should finally let him know about all that I had been holding in. "Better. I can show you."

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I transported us to First Beach. Moe and I stood atop one of many boulders that lined the beach. A group of children ran right through us, like we were ghosts, hopping from one rock to the next, releasing little giggles.

"Bryce! Look at this!"

"Hey, that's me!" Moe exclaimed. "When is this?"

"Eleven years ago." I answered coldly.

"Aww, cool!" Bryce picked up the rock crab and examined it—poking its snapping claws with his finger. "We should scare Ana with it!"

"She won't be scared. She never is." Nine-year-old Moe replied.

"Let's try anyways." Bryce pulled on Moe's shirt and they dropped down to the sandy ground. Bryce and Moe quietly and swiftly ran behind the rocks, trying to hide from the girl perched on a flat-topped rock staring out at the water. It was me. I was 14 years old.

"I remember this day." Moe grabbed my hand, dragging me closer to our past selves. "This was right before your family left."

My head turned ever so slightly as Moe and Bryce approached from behind me—I pretended not to hear them. Moe grabbed the crab out of Bryce's hand and set it on my back. I shook my body to get it off me.

"You guys are dead!" I joked playfully, jumping up onto my feet and crouching into attack position.

"She's gonna get us!" Let's go!" Bryce screamed. The two boys took off running—from one rock to the next.

I chased them—not as fast as I could have—and was within an arms length of Moe. His foot slipped and he started to fall. I tried to catch him but I wasn't quick enough. Moe landed hard on the gravel and shoal below.

"You pushed me, Ana!" He yelled from below.

"I did not! I tried to catch you!" I dropped down next to him. I tried to help him up by lifting him by the arms but he cowered away from me. When I looked at my hands, they were covered in thick, red blood. "Moe, you're bleeding everywhere!" Instinctively, I raised my hands to my face—and smelled them. I dropped them immediately after I realized what I had done—shock and embarrassment plastered on my face.

"Get away from me, Ana!" He shoved me hard into the ground.

"Get away from me, monster!" He screamed. Bryce ran over to us.

"Why are you calling me that?" I looked at my 14-year-old self—the hurt in my eyes hurt me even now, all these years later.

"I see the way you're looking at me! Like I'm dinner or something! You want to eat me, vampire girl!" He continued to scream, backing himself into the rocks.

"I'm trying to help you!" I rubbed my hands onto my jeans to wipe away his blood.

"Moe, she's not going to hurt you!" Bryce came to my defense.

"Liar! She wants to hurt me! Look at her! She's staring at the blood! She's a monster. You're a bloodsucker just like the rest of them and you want my blood. Don't you, Leech?"

I dropped my face to the sand, tears started streaming down my face. Bryce tried to comfort me but I pushed him away. "No! Don't touch me! He's right, I am a monster!" I turned away from Moe and my brother and ran straight for the woods.

"Yeah, go away, vampire! No one is safe around you!" Younger Ana passed through ghost Moe and I before she hit the woods—those were the last words I heard from him before my family left Forks.

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Now, it was just Moe and I on First Beach. I looked at him, tears welling in my eyes. I sat down on the same flat-topped rock.

"Ana," He put his hand on my shoulder and sat next to me, "I'm sorry."

I didn't feel like talking—but he did.

"I remember this day. Please, you have to forgive me! I was nine. It's not an excuse. I didn't realize it hurt you like that. I'm sorry." He looked at me, waiting for a response; I just stared out ahead of us at the blue water that was washing back and forth against the shoreline. I took a deep breath, trying to refrain from releasing any more tears.

"Ana," He lifted my head up by placing his index finger gently under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Please don't tell me that it was my fault that you and your family moved away."

I avoided all eye contact with him, by looking off to my right.

"Ana." Moe whispered as if he were wishing for me to say that it wasn't.

I couldn't lie to him, "Yes...you were one of the main reasons." I said as a tear slowly escaped down my cheek.

Moe's eyes filled with hurt, turning his attention back to the ocean. "I'm so, so, so sorry, Ana. Truly, I am. I didn't know that I had hurt you so badly – it's the last thing on earth that I ever want to do. If I could take all of it back – I'd do it in a heartbeat."

I knew he was being honest with me; the sincerity in his voice was thick and his devastation showed greatly in his eyes.

I smiled, not at his sorrow—but that I finally had some closure with him. Closure that I had needed for years. I had never felt as horrible as that day on the beach. It took me years to accept was I was—I no longer felt like the monster I had been called. I moved my hand and gently placed it on top of his. He looked up at me, his eyes as big as saucers.
"Please forgive me, Ana. I'm so sorry." He begged. "You're not a leech or a monster or anything remotely close to that. You're beautiful, smart, and funny…sometimes" He joked. "You're nothing like what I said you were."

"Thank you, Moe. I forgive you." I looked one last time out at the water. "What do you say? Let's move on from here?" I asked, wiping away one last tear that trickled down my cheek.

"I'd like that a lot." He stood and stretched out his hand to help me up. This time, I took it. "Now, how about we go somewhere less depressing?"

"Ok, I have a place in mind."

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We were in a clearing, my grandparents used to take us here as children—it was their special place, the place where they first realized they loved each other. Sunlight peeked through the ancient, moss-covered trees; beautiful, dew-covered, purple wildflowers bloomed around us. It was hazy, mist floated eerily above the green grass.

"Where are we?" Moe asked. He picked one of the wildflowers and placed it behind my ear.

"Up in the mountains. This is my happy place. Consider yourself special."

"How many other special people have you taken here?" He teased.

"None, smartass. Are you trying to ruin the moment?"

"No. Sorry." He laughed. "But I can see why you like it here. It's beautiful."

He scooted closer to my side and took my hand in his. I rested my face on his shoulder. I picked a few blades of grass and flung it at him. "I'm only here a few more days."

"I know." He sounded disappointed.

"Will you come to see me?" I asked, hopeful.

"Absolutely. There isn't much I wouldn't do for you, Ana." He squeezed my hand lightly. The all too familiar blush returned to my cheeks.

I was truly happy.

The sun shone brilliantly, casting beams of light on the meadow. The dewdrops reflected back, sparkling like diamonds. I looked upwards, the warmth felt wonderful on my face.

He dropped my hand and pushed back tendrils of my hair, tenderly, like he had earlier in the evening. He cupped my face, his eyes were soft and kind, "I might kiss you."

"I might be bad at it." I replied, honestly.

"That's not possible." He looked longingly into my eyes.

I angled my face up towards his and closed my eyes. I could feel the closeness of his face to mine. I inhaled his sweet breath. Our lips were less than an inch away from each others.

Then I was being shook wildly.

"Ana!" It was my father's voice—waking me out of my blissful stupor. "Time to get up!" My eyes shot open and I sat up erect in my bed. I tossed the pillow at my dad.

"Daaaaaaddy!" I lay back down dramatically.

"What? You asked me to wake you at seven. Its seven now!"

"Two more minutes!" I jumped back to a seated position, grabbing the pillow I threw at him. I plopped my head back onto the bed, covering my face with it and screamed, "You couldn't have given me two more minutes?"

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Yes, I totally stole a scene from A Walk to Remember...so sue me =)