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CHAPTER TWO

SURE?

As soon as Sam hung up the phone, he looked up to see his two best friends Edgar and Alan Frog. "Who was it?"

"A woman by the name of Bianca Forester," answered Sam, "She's been bitten."

"You know what that means," said Edgar.

"Yeah, a head vampire in New York. You two know what that means?" Sam asked.

"We're going to New York," Alan replied.

"Guys, there's something else," Sam began, "She's having dreams about our fight with David."

"We killed David seven years ago," Edgar replied, "He can't be walking around. We buried him."

"Did we make sure?" asked Sam, "Did we… cut off his head? Did we ram a stake through his heart just to make sure?"

"No," answered Alan.

"Then how can we be sure he isn't still out there?"

Both Edgar and Alan shrugged. "I guess we can't," said Edgar, "So you think David bit her?"

"I don't know, but we're going to Long Island. We're going to do something we didn't do seven years ago. We're going to make sure."

2

Bianca hung her head. She was trying her best to convince herself that the conversation she'd had with Sam Emerson was just another dream. There was one problem, however. Fallon was still sitting right where she was before, waiting for an explanation to what she had just blurted out. "Bianca, you're scaring me! I'm blonde, but I'm not stupid! What the hell is going on!" shouted Fallon, her green eyes filled with concern.

"Fallon, I don't even know!" shouted Bianca, angrily, then her expression softened, "I'm sorry. I'm scared and I'm confused. I don't know what's going on. I have these dreams that are as real as you and me. Then, to make matters much stranger, I just talked to one of the guys that I've been dreaming about, and he tells me I could be a vampire! Then, he continues to tell me that the vampire in my damn dreams is real!"

"Oh my God, Bianca, did it ever occur to you that they scared you on purpose?"

"Somehow, I don't think they did. I think they were very serious, Fallon."

Bianca ran a hand through her long dark brown hair. "What did they say before you hung up?" Fallon asked.

Bianca closed her blue eyes, trying to remember. She was still stuck on the whole vampire thing. "Well, let's see. Which part?"

"The part where… why'd you give them your address?"

Bianca gasped, "Because he said they were coming! He said that they were coming here, that's why!"

"They're coming here! Brandon, Bianca! What is Brandon going to say?"

"I hadn't even thought of him! Oh my God, what now? How am I going to explain this to him? He already thinks I'm crazy!"

"And he's crazy about you. You're like a sister to him!"

"I know that, Fallon! Don't you think I already know that?"

"Okay, but… this is going to send him over the edge of worry, Bianca. This is going to make him hysterical if you tell him you think you're a vampire."

"I know. So… let's not tell him. He's got a girlfriend, a great job, and a life. He doesn't need a potential head case to mess that up."

"Oh, and I did?"

"I didn't say that. I didn't mean for you to be…"

"I was joking, Bianca. Not very funny, huh?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, honey. When they get here, I'll be right here with you. I'll even think of a way to help you get rid of Brandon."

"Thanks, Fallon. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'd be lost," Fallon grinned.

3

As Sam, Edgar, and Alan boarded the plan, Sam couldn't help but think about Bianca Forester and David. A thousand thoughts were going through his head. If David lived, he was the next one out of his crew to be head vampire. The torch would be passed to him after Max died. Max was, after all, David's real father. The guys had found that out through research. If Bianca was bitten by David, she was in danger. He'd chosen her for some reason. Sam knew they had to figure that out as quickly as possible.

What had Bianca done to attract David, if in fact that's who it was? Was she special, or did David just like the way she looked in the dark? Sam could figure it out on his own. He, Edgar, and Alan would have to meet this girl.

As soon as the plane took off, Sam, lost in thought, dosed right off into a deep sleep. He had his own dream about David, and this is how it went…

He was outside, around a park. There was a young woman, who seemed to be going for a walk. She was pretty, in plain way. She had long dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Suddenly, a hooded figure seemed to fall from the sky, blocking the young woman's path. He grabbed her arm, and bit it. She screamed in pain. Sam could immediately see that she was at least smart. She picked up a rock and hit him in the head. As he was rubbing his head, she took off running.

The figure stood up straight, and then turned to Sam. He removed his hood and reviled to Sam who he was… David. He smiled wickedly. Sam backed up a couple of paces. "You won't save this one, Emerson. She's mine!"

"Like hell! We beat you once and we can do it again!"

David laughed. His laugh got louder and louder until it filled Sam's mind completely. Sam tried covering his ears, but he couldn't block it out.

"Stop! Shut up! Stop it…."

"Sam!"

Sam's eyes flew open. He looked up to see Alan. "You were dreaming."

"I hope that's all it was," Sam replied.

"What did you dream about?" asked Edgar, with a worried expression.

Dread… just the thought of the name filled Sam with dread. "David. I dreamed about David. He said… she's his."