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Chapter 3

It was him.

The boy from her dream.

He was lying on the bed looking lifeless.

Oh no, Lizzie thought dazedly, he must be dead, until she saw the slow rise and fall of his body and let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

Even though the boy was out cold, his face sickly pale, he was still the handsomest guy she had ever seen. His dark russet hair fell untidily across his forehead, reaching the top of his closed eyes. Dark lashes rested upon his cheeks, making him look so...innocent. Which was ridiculous, she thought. No guy with looks like that could ever have been innocent.

Her eyes traveled downwards, noticing his broad shoulders. The boy had on a gray t-shirt that showed his lithe muscled body. Lizzie gasped again.

There, just below the boy's heart was a pool of dried blood.

Lizzie had been right. The boy was a vampire. Vampire blood was naturally darker in color than other Night Worlders and human's blood.

She felt herself trembling, so much blood... Surely he would die soon from blood loss? Her heart was contracted in pain and her breathing was fast and uneven.

"You've got to save him Elizabeth" Poppy said softly, looking sadly towards the boy.

Lizzie started to freak out "Me? This is beyond what I can do! I'm not trained or experienced enough...you know I can't do it!"

Even before raising her eyes to look at Poppy's disgruntled and unwavering expression, she knew she was compelled to. She had to, or the boy would die, there were no other healers at Daybreak, and calling one now would've been too late. The burden fell heavily onto her shoulders. This boy's life was in her hands.

"I believe in you" Poppy whispered, a look of profound trust in her expression. The others in the room nodded in silence, tension showing in their faces. Poppy lifted up the guy's shirt, revealing even more blood around a gash and waited expectantly.

Oh Goddess, Lizzie choked. She fought back tears, which proved to be difficult because they were determined to fall down her face. Blinking twice, she turned all her focus to the boy. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this, she repeated to herself in a mantra. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on gathering as much of her witch power as possible. She felt the magic flow through her mind, speeding along and her body filled with adrenaline.

She reached out her hand to touch the part of the guy's body, where the wound was.

Heal she commanded, filling her mind of regrowth. Images of flowers blossoming, skin covering over, and blood disappearing back into the veins come into her mind. Magic scurried down the tips of her long fingers into the gash. Her blue magic sparkled and flowed into his body.

Her mind told her that this was going to take a while; something had been lodged into his body...a bullet maybe? Lizzie realized that her dream was not a dream, but a vision. She was baffled. Why had she been the one who had the vision? And if it was indeed a vision, who was the guy with hazel eyes? Why did he shoot this boy?

She felt her power lessening. Concentrate, she thought willing her mind to enhance her magic. Her senses told her that the boy still showed no sign of improvement.

Lizzie was starting to fret; she couldn't keep this up forever. What if I tried my best and it still wasn't enough? How could I ever live with that?

All of a sudden she heard Poppy and a few others taking a big breath of relief. She opened her eyes, the blood had gone and the gash was slowing disappearing as skin grew around, covering it.

Lizzie strained her fingers a bit more; making sure the wound was fully healed, before taking her hand away. She sighed exhausted, but allowed herself a grin. The boy was breathing regularly now, but still unconscious, she wasn't concerned though, she knew he'd be fully recovered after a couple of days.

The people around her were beaming. She finally took the initiative to look at each of them precisely. She recognized a few as human nurses, who she often talked to. James Rasmussen, who was Poppy's boyfriend. Professor Fellows, who specialized in making remedies, which were effective, but healing, was much faster and for more severe cases. There were also a few other vampires who worked with Thierry, giving her a look of approval. She knew they had doubted the fact that she was strong enough to heal the boy.

"You did it!" Poppy said wrapping her arms around her. "You're truly brilliant! I always knew you were the most powerful witch at Daybreak!"

"Yeah you did great! " cheered Cassandra, one of the nurses.

Blushing, Lizzie mumbled a thank you then asked the question that had been popping up continually in her mind ever since she had the dream. "Poppy, who is that boy?"

Poppy turned her eyes away, "Look Liz, don't take this into offence or anything..."

Curiosity struck Lizzie and she interrupted Poppy "What are you trying to say Poppy? Why should I be offended?"

Poppy bit her lip, looking aggravated but also pitiful, "You tell her James, he's one of your cousins after all"

James turned to look at Poppy surprised, then as quickly, his expression changed and he shrugged.

"Lizzie, he's a Redfern"

Lizzie took a step back flabbergasted. A Redfern! She had healed a Redfern? Fury spread through her and she narrowed her eyes.

The Redfern family was the most royal of all the lamia, but also the most brutal, heartless and violent group of vampires. They were the ones who had organized human girls to be sent off to their enclaves as slaves or 'food' supplies. The thought made her shake with anger and disgust.

Hunter Redfern was also the leader of the Night World Council, Daybreak's greatest enemy. The Night World council wanted to take over and completely eliminate the human species. While Circle Daybreak wanted Night World people and humans to live peacefully together and prevent The Night World from taking over.

All these reasons had made many hate the Redferns, but it was not why Lizzie hated them.

It was something personal and Lizzie hadn't told anyone except for Josie. She didn't want to think about what the Redferns had done to her, so she pushed the thought out of her brain.

She shielded her thoughts, as she felt Poppy trying to probe them to see what she was feeling. Vampires...she thought, never mind their own business.

"C'mon Liz, don't be mad, I mean at Circle Daybreak we have to accept and help everyone"

Lizzie groaned, she knew what James said was true and she had agreed to do just that when she came here, but she still couldn't help feeling resentful. Ok, you're a miserable cow who can't let go off the past; she thought ashamed at how prejudiced she was acting. This particular Redfern hadn't done anything to her, so she'd start new with him. Maybe they could even be friends...or more than friends...

"OK I guess I was being a bit shallow..." Lizzie explained apologetically.

Poppy and James looked taken back and exchanged thoughts using their soulmate link; they hadn't counted on Lizzie giving in so easily.

"Well, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to my room now...Josie's probably worried sick about me or worse she's copying my homework" Lizzie said turning towards the door.

"Alright, but Liz, would you do me a huge favor?" Poppy pleaded.

Great. Hadn't I already done my good deed for the day? What does she want now? She thought about just ignoring the question and running out of the room, but instead she answered, "Fine, what is it?"

"I need you to come here after classes everyday and keep on healing him until he wakes up"

"What??" Lizzie exclaimed, stricken by the thought of doing more work, on top of her workload just for a boy who wasn't even aware that she was there?

Just as she was about to storm away, she caught a glance at the boy. She couldn't explain it, but her heart beat faster and a feeling of aching grew in her heart.

"Ok, but only until he wakes up" Lizzie said, taking long strides out of the room.

She didn't even glance back as she walked to the elevator. She was still thinking about the boy. Why did he make her feel this way? He wasn't even conscious yet, but he will be...

"Where have you been?" Josie yelled as Lizzie opened the door.

Ignoring her, Lizzie fell on her bed, and glanced at the time.

11:36

Great, just great, she thought.

"Lizzie! Answer the question!!"

Uurgh...Lizzie had nearly forgotten about Josie. She raised her head up to face doom. Josie's face showed a mixture of rage and frustration.

"I...can we talk about it tomorrow? You really need your beauty sleep Jose" Lizzie yawned hoping her friend would drop the subject and let her get some rest.

Josie didn't fall for that one and yelled, "You never tell me anything anymore Lizzie! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

Lizzie groaned she knew her friend would never shut up if she didn't tell her. Josie was an expert at throwing loud tantrums.

"Ok, ok I'll tell you! Now shut your trap!" she shouted covering her ears.

Josie immediately went quiet, "Go on" she said her frown turned into a triumphant smile.

Lizzie sat up on her bed and started telling her about what had happened tonight. She left out bits about the feelings she got when she looked at the Redfern boy. Josie wouldn't have made fun of her but it was still embarrassing, and besides she was still so puzzled as to why she was having these thoughts.

Josie was a good listener and had not interrupted at all while she was telling the story, merely nodding every now and then. But when she had finished talking, Josie asked excitedly, "When you go and heal that guy tomorrow, can I come with you?"

Surprised, Lizzie agreed without uncertainty.

"So can I go to sleep now?" she asked yawning again, her eyes drooping.

Josie turned off the light in answer.

The next day went by slowly, Lizzie was too eager to concentrate on what her teachers were saying. She thought about doing a spell to make the time go faster. That was stupid considering that whoever did complex spells without authorized permission was expelled from Daybreak Academy.

She wanted to go see the boy. Yesterday night as she lay in bed, she could not stop thinking about him. The structure of his face, his hair, the shape of his body, and...Lizzie suddenly attained the fact that she had not seen his eyes.

"Elizabeth, what did I just say?

Lizzie blinked at Mrs. Rowland, tore herself from her thoughts and looked steadily at her magical remedies teacher. "You were talking about ingredients we need to make a sleeping drought?"

Mrs. Rowland looked irritated. "That was 20 minutes ago, next time pay attention!" she said, massaging her temples.

The bell rang signaling the end of school. Lizzie gathered her books and quickly left the room before Mrs. Rowland could call her back and lecture her about the importance of listening in class.

Walking fast to her locker she spun the lock and opened it, chucking her books inside. Slinging her backpack onto her shoulder she leaned her back against the wall, waiting impatiently for Josie to arrive.

"What took you so long?" Lizzie asked as she stepped into the elevator. She was aggravated that she'd had to wait 10 minutes for Josie.

"I was talking to Poppy about what you did yesterday. Seems like you were being modest when you told me last night, she could not stop telling me how 'advanced' you are in your skills and also how fantastic you were with the healing and stuff" Josie paused then continued, "I told her I was the one who told you everything and that I had to go and ask you to thank me"

Lizzie shook her head and clucked her tongue jokingly.

Josie grinned and grabbed Lizzie's hand as they reached their level.

"Quick Lizzie! What if he wakes up when we're not there? Oh, this is exciting!"

Josie squealed and pulled harder at Lizzie's hand.

Hypocrite, Josie thought. Tell me to hurry? Hadn't she been the one standing there and waiting for her? And why does she care so much about seeing the boy before he wakes up? Angry thoughts clouded her brain. Now she considered it, why had Josie volunteered so hastily to come along with her? It certainly wasn't because she was compassionate towards people who were ill. Lizzie had healed other injured people besides this boy and Josie had never even batted an eyelash about coming to visit them.

Josie let go of her hand and stopped walking, a sheepish look on her face.

"Um...I forgot I didn't know where the room was," she explained.

Rolling her eyes, Liz walked down the corridor with Josie following, angry thoughts forgotten.

"He" Josie pointed, "is the hottest guy I've ever seen".

Lizzie silently agreed. They had finally found the room and were standing beside the bed where the boy lay, still unconscious.

Josie reached out her fingers towards the boy, when Lizzie stopped her, alarmed.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, irritation obvious in her voice.

"Calm down, I just want to get his hair out of his eyes" she said, taking her hand away and doing just that.

Yeah right. She knew her friend was lying. As if getting the boy's hair away from his 'closed' eyes would help anything. Josie had just wanted to touch the guy. Lizzie admitted that she couldn't blame Josie for doing that. I mean, what girl could resist a guy who looked even better than Orlando Bloom? Lizzie imagined what kind of attention this boy would get when he was awake. Instant heartthrob, she thought smiling.

After 40 minutes of watching Josie basically drool all over the guy, Lizzie decided enough was enough. She put her hand over the guy's wound, transmitting her powers into him, before dragging Josie out of the room. This proved to be extremely difficult, Josie was trying to push Lizzie away while muttering, "oh just 5 more minutes Lizzie, five minutes..." Her feet were also both stuck firmly onto the ground, as if she'd superglued them to the floor.

"I'm coming back tomorrow and..." Josie stopped talking a look of resentment on her face. "Damn it! I nearly forgot I have a detention with Mrs. Rowland, because thanks to you, I didn't finish my Magical Remedies assignment"

Lizzie's face showed no emotion, but inside she was bursting with joy. Although Lizzie liked her company most of the time, she wanted to be alone with the boy. She felt dizzy every time she was near the boy and she honestly couldn't explain it. And having Josie there, slobbering like a dog did not help any.

Nearly 24 hours later, Lizzie made her way down the hospital ward's corridor, locating the room easily this time.

A feeling of anticipation welled in her heart as she opened the door.

The room was still dark, but not as dark as it had been the first time she had come. Someone had opened the curtains a fraction and the afternoon sunlight was seeping in.

She made her way over to the bed quietly, her heart burning, as she got closer to him.

Towering her head, she looked at the boy closely. Somebody had changed his shirt and it was now white with four black flowers and a person in the middle. The symbol for Circle Daybreak, she noted.

He was also wearing faded jeans that were fashionably too big for him. Lizzie saw long legs, ending in a pair of boots he wore.

The appearance of his face today was peaceful. He was breathing lightly and his face looked more healthy, his cheeks a creamy-pinkish color.

She sighed, feeling a sense of longing. She reached out her hand to start healing, but her fingers had barely touched him when she saw the boy's eyes slowly fluttering open.

Lizzie found herself staring into stunningly clear green eyes.

(Grins and laughs) Sorry to keep ya hangin, but I really want reviews!!! At least 6 before I post Chapter 4. Can you blame me?? :)