Chapter Two

The girl awoke hours later. She was in her own bed again, safe from the horrid events that had taken place during the night. She squeezed her eyelids together trying to rid that horrible night from her memory. She continued to think, "It was simply a dream...right? But still...it seemed far too real...and Danny... Why did my heart yearn for him? I've never felt this way before..." Tears pricked up again, for she feared for her friend's life. That so called 'dream' was too real to be something from her fantasy.

"Danny?" She called out to her dear friend.

The boy looked up. He was not the same as he had been the night before. Now he was human... He rushed over to the girl and tried spilled out several words...

"Sam!" He cried when they were close to each other. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a tight hug. Her mind was reeling. "Was that really Danny last night?" She cried to her own mind. He then pulled away, but Sam was still insecure. She looked up at him expectantly, but he was at a loss for words.

Sam then bit her lip. She felt like recalling everything that had happened the night before, but she was afraid that he would transform and fall into that terrifying trance. She closed her eyes and sighed, gathering her thoughts for a few seconds. She finally spoke, "Danny...where were you around midnight last night?" Her voice was calm, but if you listened carefully you could hear it shaking.

Obviously he didn't hear the fear. "I believe I was home all last night...but when I woke I found blood all over my hands. Sam had a sudden urge to touch the gashes on her legs. He continued, "It was kinda weird actually...and I felt like I'd been fighting someone in my sleep," he paused, "why?"

This was her chance!

"I don't know but I just thought something happened to you...I guess it was just a dream," She lied. She sighed and yet again faked how she had some homework to do. Danny smiled and wished her luck on her assignments. She nodded slightly, and walked calmly until she was out of his view. She then ran and cried all the way home.

"He was at my house last night dammit," She said angrily. "I saw him!" She neared her home, still bickering with her mind if Danny was really there last night or not. She took in a sharp breath before she entered the house, just to find that no one was home.

She went up to her room, and gazed over at the clock. It was already six p.m. She growled and continued to her room. Once she opened the door, she threw herself on the bed, drying her tears.

"He could be doing this for you..." She mumbled sadly as she walked over to the full length mirror. She wanted to spend every moment with him now. Danny, that is. Every time she closed her eyes she saw him. She simply couldn't force him from her mind. She felt constricted, entangled, trapped... She sighed again, for probably the millionth time that night. "I'm too damn tired to do anything," She stated. She then slipped out of her skirt, and pulled her black shirt off. Before she leapt into the bed she pulled on a pair of loose black shorts. Night stole her away before she knew it.