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Chapter 2

"What's the matter with you Lizzie?" asked Josie tiredly but with alarm apparent in her voice.

"Nothing Josie, I had a nightmare" explained Lizzie, rubbing her eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you up" she continued ruefully. She meant it too. Lizzie never had nightmares, so why had she had one all of a sudden? Her thoughts were interrupted when Josie replied.

"Okay, if you want to talk about it ...do it tomorrow...right now I need my beauty sleep" Josie smiled, fluttering her eyelashes at Lizzie, before flopping back down and closing her eyes.

Lizzie laughed silently. Josie really didn't need 'beauty sleep' she was already beautiful enough. With her long sleek platinum hair, deep blue eyes and luscious smile, which never failed to get a guy's attention, she was practically the prettiest girl at Circle Daybreak.

Although Josie was naturally beautiful, she wasn't at all conceited about it. Not at all. Josie had been her friend since they were toddlers and they were practically sisters, and although never admitting it, Josie had been the one who convinced her to join Circle Daybreak. Which they found had been the best decision they'd ever made.

They had made so many new friends, who truly liked and accepted them for who they were. There was also so much to do here. Like training to fight Night World people, learning about the Wild powers and prophecies, and meeting famous people, like Thierry Descoudres, Grandma Harman and Aradia.

But what interested her most about Circle Daybreak were the remedies used to heal people. She had discovered just weeks after coming to stay at Daybreak headquarters, that she was a natural healer. It was a rare gift and Lizzie was filled with joy every time she thought about it.

She lay in her bed content, until the thoughts from before wandered into her head. What was with having nightmares? It was a horrifying one too, the images burned lividly into her head. There had been a drop-dead gorgeous boy, around 17, her age. He had dark brown hair, high cheekbones and a classical sculptured face. With eyes, oh, she could never forget those eyes. They were clear green, which seemed so far away, but so unnaturally striking.

He must be a vampire, she thought. Hmmm... How twisted that this could have been a fantasy dream if only it hadn't been for that other boy. He was also very attractive, but nowhere near as gorgeous as the green-eyed vampire. He had hazel eyes and sandy hair, but his handsome features were spoiled with that cruel smile plastered on his face. He had said something, Lizzie strained to remember, but it was hopeless. While the images stuck in her head, the dialogue slipped from her mind like water being contained in something with holes in it.

The thing that happened next, she remembered clearly. The boy had pulled out a gun and then she saw the bullet flying towards the gorgeous guy and he crumpled to the floor...dead.

The strange thing about all this was she had felt the bullet as if it was going into her body instead of the guy's. That was what woke her up.

She lifted her top up to see if there was a scar, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. She let out a sigh of relief.

Don't be stupid it was just a dream. However, it had seemed so real, maybe Lizzie was being paranoid, she had a feeling of sadness aching in her, she tried to push the feeling away, but in vain. What did it mean? She couldn't figure it out.

Lizzie rolled to her side on the bed. Feeling drowsiness wash over her, she closed her eyes and fell into a distressed slumber.

Lizzie stirred awake when she felt the first rays of sunlight shine through her and Josie's bedroom window. Blinking tiredly, she turned her head to see the time.

7:56 the numbers on the digital clock shone.

She reached over and gently shook Josie. "Rise and shine" she said.

Josie mumbled something, and then pulled her blankets over her head.

Lizzie heaved a sigh, lifting herself off the bed. She was not a morning person, but Circle Daybreak's training started at 8:30 and they had to get ready. She went over to Josie's bed and primly pulled the covers off. Ha she thought, that should get her up.

Josie groaned and said, "Sometimes you're a witch but replace the w with a b".

Lizzie laughed, she had a good sense of humor and besides Josie did this nearly every morning, so she was used to it.

"Since I'm a bitch, I guess I need to use the bathroom first and take...oh say...20 minutes washing my hair?" Lizzie said with an evil smile on her face.

"You wouldn't!" she shrieked and grabbed a pillow throwing it at Lizzie's head.

Lizzie ducked, but before she could retaliate, she found that Josie had already shut the door to the bathroom they shared.

"Ha!" she heard Josie say through the closed door.

Lizzie muttered a humph, but inside she was cheerful. Yes this was her life and she loved every moment of it.

"Finally!"

Lizzie threw her hands in the air in mock surprise.

"I thought you'd drowned in the toilet, thank the goddess you're alright!"

"Very funny Lizzie, at least I didn't take a shower" Josie replied.

"Oh, so that's what that stink is!" Lizzie said shutting the bathroom door in Josie's face.

They always joked around like this; it was like their morning ritual.

Lizzie turned to the mirror on the bathroom wall and stared at herself.

A girl of 17 years peered back at her. She had long light brownish-blonde hair around a pale face that was a healthy round shape, her cheeks always had a pinkish glow and her eyes that were heavily lashed were a pale greenish blue with flecks of gold. She was lucky enough to never have pimples. Even if she did not think so, she was just as good-looking as Josie except in a different way.

She was one of those people who one didn't forget easily.

20 minutes later, Lizzie and Josie rushed into their fist class. They, fortunately, were not late.

"Whew!" exclaimed Josie, using the back of her hand to wipe non-existent sweat from her forehead.

Rolling her eyes, Lizzie sat down and prepared herself for a 50 minute History lesson with

Mr. Jenkins.

Ironically, Mr. Jenkins walked into the classroom at that very moment.

He started the lesson with telling the students to stand up and bow. He believed very firmly in having good manners. Then picked up where he had stopped from last lesson, explaining the age of the shapeshifters and in particular about the dragons, which were now all extinct, well to be more precise, sleeping without waking up, unless summoned by very strong witches.

Lizzie could never concentrate on history for long, and having to listen to Mr. Jenkins's boring tones didn't help. She soon found herself gazing around the room.

There were 30 or so students in her class, they were all 17 and most of them were Night People, the humans at Circle Daybreak preferred going to their own human schools. Half of the people sitting in her class could easily have been on covers on magazines or in one of those soap TV shows. Lizzie marveled the fact that the people who humans know as 'monsters' were the most attractive. Of course, she knew they were beautiful, because it helped them obtain prey, especially the vampires, who needed blood to survive.

Her thoughts floated back to the green-eyed boy. Who was he? Why did she have a dream about him? Lizzie was sure that she'd never seen him before, she definitely would have remembered. And why was there a tug at her heart, whenever she thought about him?

You're pathetic, she thought to herself. You don't even know if he's real, and even if he was real, you've never met him. And...maybe he isn't even alive anymore. Lizzie shivered.

Snap out of it, she told herself. Angry with herself, she grabbed her notebook out of her bag and begun writing down notes about the abilities of a dragon.

"So, you want to talk about it?" Josie asked, snapping Lizzie out of her thoughts about the green-eyed boy.

That was the fifth time today, what was wrong with her? They were in the huge dining room, especially for students, it was a beautiful room. Well I guess you got used to luxury living in Thierry's mansion after almost 6 months.

"Huh?" she asked stupidly.

Josie sighed and clapped her hands in front of Lizzie's face.

"Want to talk about your dream, dopey?"

Lizzie stared at her best friend, trying to decide if she wanted to share her dream with her. She decided against it, it seemed too personal.

"It wasn't a dream dummy, it was a nightmare. And I don't want to share it, because I've forgotten it already" crossing her fingers behind her back. She knew it was childish and superstitious, but she was a witch after all.

"Whatever" Josie snapped, frustration in her deep blue eyes "I'm just worried about you and besides I don't appreciate being woken up by you screaming during the night and not even remembering why" she said and stuck her lip out.

"Lizzie," she said dramatically, pointing to the skin under her eyes "You've given me bags! I hope you're happy."

Lizzie knew her friend was joking around, but she couldn't help answering back.

"Talk about Superficial"

It was nearly 8pm, when finally Lizzie returned to her bedroom, completely exhausted. She practically fell onto her bed, pushing her face into the pillow.

She loved being at Circle Daybreak, but sometimes, just sometimes, she wished the day wasn't so packed full with learning and fighting with fellow students in the self-defense classes. The people at Daybreak wanted her to reach her potential, because she was supposedly a very powerful witch and the only healer.

Lightening up a bit, as she always did when she thought about the work that the organization had trusted her to do using her special ability. They had trusted her completely with handling important members of the Circle and healing them. She always felt joyful when she was healing, it came so naturally to her, the magic scurried down her fingers and worked so fast and so effectively.

She was suddenly torn from her thoughts as she heard someone knocking at her door.

The first thought that sprang to her mind was that it couldn't be Josie. She had gone to the library to do her Magical Remedies assignment. Which, she had left until the last minute. Typical.

Lizzie dragged herself off the bed and went to open the door.

She was surprised to find Mrs. Delwin, one of the vampires who worked directly with Thierry, standing there with a frightened look on her face.

"Come Elizabeth, quick, we need your help," she said hastily grabbing Lizzie's arm and leading her out of the room.

"But...I...what?" she asked confusion growing as Mrs. Delwin continued to escort her to an elevator, jabbing her finger on the down button.

"Hurry...oh hurry," the old lady muttered to herself, totally ignoring Lizzie's question.

Ding

The elevator doors opened up and Mrs. Delwin went inside still clutching Lizzie's arm, which was starting to hurt. A vampire's grip was strong.

What the hell is happening? Where is she taking me? Lizzie tried to ask Mrs. Delwin, but she was only told to shush. So eventually she gave up. She was starting to get pissed off.

Why won't she tell me anything? Doesn't she trust me? After all I've done for the organization. Why is she treating me like a child? I deserve to know what's happening...her thoughts were in a flurry of annoyance.

Moments later the elevator doors opened and Lizzie was rushed down a long corridor, like a dog on a leash, she thought wincingly.

Hey, wait a second. This was...the hospital ward. Well so that's why they needed her help. A sense of pride swelled up in Lizzie and she couldn't help but grin.

Mrs. Delwin didn't notice that Lizzie had just had a major mood swing but kept going down the corridor (still holding onto Lizzie's arm, as if she might run off) and stopped abruptly. They were standing outside one of the operation rooms.

Goddess this was serious, Lizzie thought.

Mrs. Delwin finally let go off her arm, which was slightly red, Lizzie noticed and opened the door pushing Lizzie inside.

The room was dark with only a lamp on in the far corner of the room.

At first she thought she was alone in the room but she then noticed figures crowding around a bed. She couldn't see their faces, because their heads were all bent downwards, examining whatever was on the bed.

She moved closer.

"Excuse me...um...what am I doing here?" Lizzie asked timidly.

All the faces spun around to face her, they obviously didn't know I was here, she noted. A look of surprise showed on each face then was replaced by relief.

"Thank the Goddess! Come here Lizzie," a girl with fiery hair commanded. Lizzie recognized the girl as Poppy North, one of the friends she had made at Circle Daybreak.

She obeyed, walking over to the bed.

The others people around the bed moved aside to give her a clear view of the thing on the bed.

She could certainly see now, it wasn't an 'it' it was a 'him'.

Lizzie held her hand over her mouth and gasped.

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