Hey y'all! Don't really have much to say except schools a bitch and well...you know. Anyway here's chapter NINE (YAY!)

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Chapter Nine

.Angela sat bolt upright in bed and screamed

Hands trembling and breaths becoming rapid, Angela looked over at John to find him staring at her. Seeing his eyes where asking the question for him, Angela shuddered but then shook it off.

"Just a nightmare" she said, her voice unsure. Eyes trying to adjust to the morning darkness, seeing it was only 2:30, she felt something slip off her lip and roll down her chin. Gasping a little bit when she saw the front of her shirt was covered in red stuff; she brought her hand to her face and felt for wetness. Finding the source, she brought her fingers to the front of her eyes so she could see. Blood, Lots of Blood.

Seeing how John had already gotten up and gotten a tissue and sat back down, she looked at Angelina. Sleeping soundly against John's pillow. Feeling John press the tissues on her nose she sighed.

"You're supposed to tilt your head back" John rasped, slightly holding the back of her neck and bending it back. Angela nodded and continued to hold the tissues in place. Damn. She couldn't remember the last time she had a nosebleed like this. It was all down her shirt and chest and even on her face and hair. Worrying she got it on John's sheets she looked back.

"Don't worry about it." John said, almost reading her mind. Or maybe he did. Angela nodded. Seeing the blood had stopped flowing she threw the tissues away in the trashcan by the bed. Yawning, she drew he knees up to her chest and hugged them. Thinking.

"You want to talk about it?" John said, scooting closer to Angela, putting a hand on her shoulder. Seeing her flinch, he pulled away. Angela, seeing his rejected look, smiled.

"It was just a nightmare, a…dramatizing nightmare" she said, leaning back against his headboard, still thinking. John smirked and looked at her. "Yeah, had those before, but you know it helps to…" he trailed off. Part of her looked like she wanted to talk about it, but the other half didn't want to mention it again. Angela picked up Angelina and cradled her. Suddenly a thought hit her.

"He doesn't know"

"What?" John asked, wondering who "he" was. Angela shook her head and looked at him. "Do you think we could go to Napa Valley today?" John gulped. "That's almost 9 hours or more away Angela, and why the hell?" Angela looked to the bed sheets. "My last foster father, he and I were real close. Along with my foster mother and Isabelle" she swallowed what seemed to be a painful source. "He doesn't know about Angelina" John nodded and got up. Stretching, he said "get dressed, if we want to make it by dinner we leave in ten minutes." Angela surprised, sat there for a moment. John turned to look at her.

"We going or not!" Jumping slightly, she got up and changed clothes while John made a quick cup of coffee. Angela came out of the bathroom in blue jeans and a deep purple scoop neck t-shirt. After tying her shoes, she looked back up at John. Walking over to the coffee machine she poured herself a cup and chugged it down. John, noticing she was shaking, put down his cup and looked at the half-dead wall clock. They had a couple of minutes.

"You cold?" he asked, making a gesture to her hands. Angela shook her head. "No, it's just… I haven't seen my foster parents since the funeral. It's really getting to me" Taking on last gulp of the pitch black coffee, Angela grabbed Angelina, ending the conversation by heading out the door. John followed in pursuit, closing the door and locking it behind them. He couldn't help but finding himself a little…nervous. He didn't know why but his stomach was in knots.

Swallowing the feeling, he followed Angela to her car. Getting and slamming the door shut, he looked through the rear view mirror at Angelina. She was asleep and breathing softly. Smiling to himself, he turned his head to see Angela sitting at the wheel. She then started the car up and put it in reverse and then in drive and drove off. Once on the highway, he once looked back at Angela. She looked better than she had that morning and a bit calmer. Adjusting himself to get comfortable, he sighed and look out the window.

The bottom half of California was beautiful and more plant worthy. Wine vineyards stretched for miles and Wineries were every where. The hills were green and the sun danced across the horizon. Closing his eyes lazily, he rested his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the low humming of the car. Cracking his eyes open a while later, finding he had fallen asleep, looked ahead of them.

There in all its glory stood Golden Gate Bridge. More of an orange than gold, The Bridge stretched across the windy ocean and allowed access to San Francisco. Going across it, John looked out across the wide ocean. He saw the abandoned Alcatraz prison off in the distance and shudder. Funny, how they never found those men that escaped over 20 years ago.

After crossing the famous bridge. Angela turned on a beaten dirt road. Surprising John, he looked at her questioningly. Angela rolled her eyes, and explained. "They own allot of land up here"

Finally they arrived at a huge two story house. The living room looked glassed in and it overlooked the ocean. John, feeling his mouth drop, stared in amazement. He then heard Angela sigh and turned to look at her. She laid her forehead on the stirring wheel and groaned. "This isn't going to be easy." John heard her whisper. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the baby. Angelina, who was now fully awake, was starring out the window. Angela diverted his attention. "Wait here, Let me see if there home" John sighed taking it in other words "I really don't want you to freak my parents out." He nodded and watched he get out and go up to the front door.

Angel swallowed the feeling in her throat and shakily knocked. Hearing bustling inside, the door opened. James Porter was a tall man with chestnut brown hair. His hazel eyes lit up when he saw Angela. "Angela, what's wrong, what are you doing here?" Angela smiled and thought of words to say. "I...um...can I talk to you?" James nodded and opened the door wider so Angela could come in.

John watched the Angela walk in the house. Seeing her take a look back at the car, he smirked. After an hour later, he saw Angela come walking out of the house. Opening the back door she picked up Angelina. "You coming?" she asked John, looking at him. John asked the question with his eyes. "I told them a few things that won't be mentioned" Smiling she closed the door and motioned for him to come on. Getting out of the car, John walked briskly toward Angela and went up to the open door.

After a long time of talking and cooing over the baby, it was time to go. John took Angelina and headed out to the car, So Angela could say good-bye. Stepping toward the door, Angela hugged her mother and told her goodbye. Reaching out for James, when the contact from her foster father came, Angela felt an icy chill go up her body and go to her hands. The coldness was so strong and heavy, and Angela knew what it meant.

James was going to die

On the way back John drove, giving Angela a time to rest. But she didn't. The nightmare played over and over in her head. Trying to convince herself it wasn't true, she found ever time she tried, it got worse. John, seeing her struggle, broke the silence that had settled in the car. "You ok?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the darkening road. Angela nodded, shaking herself from her chain of thought. John shook his head, jerked the stirring wheel and pulled over on the side of the road.

Looking back to see if Angelina was ok, he directed his attention to Angela. "Something's up, and I want to know" Staring at her, he saw her eyes become fragile and soft. Swallowing her fear, she forced her words out. "Nothings wrong" she said, almost in a whisper. John felt his face twist in frustration. He leaned forward toward her, he was so close he could hear her pounding heartbeat clearly and feel her breath on his lips. In a low whisper he said "What are you keeping from me?" Tears formed in Angela's eyes. Her mind screamed for her not to tell but her heart told her other wise.

"I had a nightmare, last night" she said, looking up at John, he nodded for her to continue. Angela sighed. "Someone got murdered. Mutilated to be exact. It was so…bloody, I…I don't know somehow I felt like I had a connection with that person." She looked away for a moment. "But it was only a nightmare." She whispered.

John studied her for a moment. Thinking to himself he knew it wasn't like any old nightmare. More like a premonition for something like that to feel so real. Angela looked back over at him and watched him. "Then back at the house, when I hugged James, It got cold all of a sudden and I just had this feeling." Her eyes darted to his. "You don't think that means anything…do you?"

John fought back a smirk. She wasn't use to her physic ability yet so she didn't know a nightmare from a vision. Shaking his head, he put the car back on the highway. "Probably not" he really didn't want to worry her, but he didn't really know for sure what was going to happen.

Soon after they arrived at the apartment, John opened the door to find a crib right beside the bed. "What the hell…?" walking towards it, he found a note and read it out loud to Angela.

Thought you might need this.

Chas

Smiling to himself, he looked back at Angela. She was grinning and looked relived. She also looked tired and in need of rest. They both did. After Setting Angelina in her new crib, they both went to bed. Angela turned to face him. "Do you really think anything is going to happen?" the worry in her voice was strong. John didn't have anything to say. He knew she knew the answer.

"Go to sleep"

"I…I'm scared to"

She didn't want to lie. She WAS scared of the nightmares to come. John sighed, knowing he couldn't do anything to prevent them. Wrapping an arm around her waist pulled her closer.

"Try, I'm right here"

Angela nodded, wrapping her arms around him and falling asleep.

Outside, a crow watches from the roof top.

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