Vape's Notes: I don't really have anything to say.

Writer's Notes:ZZZZzzzzZZZzz (get it... dream... ha ha) Writer has bad humor... Umm... This chapter is almost completly Vape's ideas and thought until the end... for the most part I'm just the editor here... You can't see it but... my writing... It's curly er yeah.

Soft purring brought Selphie slowly into conscienceness. Her eyes fluttered open, the searched frantically over the soild black walls for any sign color, light, or life. 'Where am I?' She thought curiosly as she sat up and sild her feet to the side of the enoumous four poster. She stood up and adjusted her bright yellow jumper. 'Wait?! I didn't wear this ti bed... did I?' She glanced around once more. She walked slowly to the door, her feet cold on the black marble floor. AS she reached for the doorknob, it began to turn by itself like in a bad horror movie. The door swung open to revile the silloutte of a man.

Selphie rubbed her eyes and glanced up as he stepped into the dimly light room. His eyes were feline slits, and a color that resembled sun beached gold. A tan hat was pulled down over his hair with just two peices infornt with a tank of the same color clung to his muscular body showing off his arms. Running wouldn't help, She knew, that grip would be steel. So instead she smiled in what she hoped was a cherrful way and waved.

"Hi?" She asked nervously. The man's gaze focused on her.

"I didn't realized you'd be this short, " was the reply he gave in a mellow bartone. Selphie became immediatly defensive.

"I may be short but... your TALL!!"

"You've got spunk."

"Yeah! Just enough to-"

"Just enogh to what?" The man aske raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind," She said quickly turning and walking back to the bed. "So where am I? Is this a dream?" She asked as she sat down.

"Sort of..." He replied as he stepped closer.

"So what are you gonna do? Hold me hostage in a dream and wait for ransom?"

He laughed softly. Unreasonably Selphie's angered flarad agian. 'He's laughing at me?! How dare he laugh at me!' Abruptly she stood, letting her hand fly. The harsh sound of skin on skin rang out, a pioneer venture above into the icy silence. She stood silent, shocked by her own actions. He stood silent as well as a red hand print began to appear on his cheek.

The two stood in cold stillness, neither speaking, neither moving, no sing of life showing. Then, he began to laugh. It was soft and alluring, and Selphie could feel his vibration as his laughter swelled.

"You do have spunk!" He flashed even white teeth with slighty long canines', "My name is Bareow."

"I'm Selphie," she replied, blushin. "I'm sorry I slapped you I just-,"

"It's ok. I like you. You're fiery."

She sat back down as he flashed his teeth again. "So why am I here?"

"Maybe I'm your stalker and I kidnapped you and now I'm gonna make you fall in love with me."

"...Somehow I doubt that."

"Maybe I've been watching you and your friends, seeking a bride, and have chosen you?"

"Still no."

"Maybe you dreamed me up because I'm the kind of guy you always wanted."

"Um... I think not."

"Well maybe I sent that letter and tapped into your dreams so I could tell you to warn your friends to be on their gaurd and to make them think your nuts and ruin your life then right before I kill them they'll realize you were right and so they'll die feeling guilty."

Selphie stared at him as he began to laugh.

"Any way I have to go now." He turned and opened the door.

"Wait!" Selphie ran to him as he turned. Bareow smiled and leaned close until his lips were scant inches from hers.

"Don't worry. I'll be back hunnnn" She could feel his lips vibrate. "Or maybe you should worry."