My alarm clock was going off. I couldn't get it to turn off either. Ugh I think Time to get up. I flail my arm behind me looking for Lot and I find… no one. Opening my eyes I see I'm not in Lot's apartment anymore.

…I'm back in Raven's house. How the HELL did I get here again??

This time I get up as quietly as I can go out the door, down the stairs and find the front door to leave. I make it down the stairs but when I go to turn the handle I hear…

"Ahem, going somewhere?"

"Well I was hoping to try and find my way back home." I replied wary of him remembering how he attacked me last time.

"What about your breakfast? It just finished cooking." He is pleasant, like nothing happened at all, almost like I hadn't been gone for almost 24 hours.

"This was all a dream when I was here before and you attacked me, so you'll excuse me if I'm not too trusting of you right now."

"What?? I never attacked you, and you didn't go anywhere. You walked out of the kitchen and went back upstairs."

"Um…now I am really confused again. I still believe that this is a dream and I will wake up soon enough. What's for breakfast again?"

"I made pancakes, eggs, and hash browns." He says

"Do you have chocolate chips?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, yes I do. Why do you ask?"

"Can we put some in the pancakes?"

"Sure."

We moved back to the kitchen and sat down at this beautiful mahogany 10 person table that had everything on it. Orange juice, cranberry juice, milk, pancakes (regular and chocolate chip), scrambled eggs, poached eggs, over easy eggs, fried eggs, bacon, sausage links, oranges, grapefruits, grapes, strawberries, and everything else you could think of as breakfast foods.

"How'd you make all this and keep it all this hot and fresh?" I was in complete awe.

"It was easy."

I sit down at one of the two spots that have a plate and immediately have to get up again to get some of the chocolate chip pancakes. After I sit back down I realize he isn't eating anything.

"Aren't you going to have something to eat?" I ask.

"Eventually, but this meal is for you."

This reminds me of my suspicions from earlier and I push away the plate of delicious smelling pancakes.

"If you don't eat, I don't eat." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, then I guess you are not eating. How about some conversation instead?"

"Whatcha wanna know?" I ask being defensive still.

"You said you own a bookstore the last time you were here. Do you like to read?"

"Yep" I said popping the p, "What about you? What's your favorite book and why?"

"I admire the work of Bram Stoker, Dracula. And for why, it hits home very well and I find it to be rather comical."

"Well, I have never heard of someone calling it comical. Why do you think so?" I'm not paying attention to anything but his logic, he's intrigued me, so I don't see that he is moving closer to me.

"He gets just about everything wrong when it comes to vampires. Garlic does nothing, sunlight is only mildly annoying, and the teeth do not have to be fangs."

"How would you know all this? Have you ever met a vampire?"

He chuckles before answering. "As a matter of fact, I have met quite a few."

"Ha, I doubt it. Then how does one tell the difference between a vampire and a human?" Let's see him get out of this one, I think to myself.

"Well there is a couple of ways to tell the difference. A vampire's hair and nails never grow longer naturally. They never wear need corrective glasses or contract diseases. The thirst for human blood is true, unfortunately. Only very old and practiced vampires can stand being around humans for any period of time."

"Evidently you've only met the old, well practiced ones then since you're still alive, I think." I wander into thinking of what he really is. Could he be exactly what he's telling me about? A vampire?Wouldn't that be preposterous?

He laughs quietly changing the conversation, "What is your favorite book?"

I'm only slightly distracted by this because I've been asked this so many times I have a well rehearsed answer. "It depends on my mood. I will read just about anything. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I feel that I could not suggest anything to you that you have not already read."

"Fair enough," I have a random thought and decide to announce it, "Would you answer me this?" I pause for a second as he nods slightly. "Why do you call me Caelwyn Tsarn?"

"It's your given name. I don't know where you got the name Osa, but your true name is Tsarn."

"My true name according to whom?"

"Well, the prophe…nevermind, if you need to know you will find out in time."

"Find out in time? What do you mean find out in time?? This is the third time I've asked you this and you almost give me an answer, do you understand how infuriating it is to not get a full answer?"

"Oh quite frustrating I'm sure." I come towards him this whole time, almost in his face and he just smiles. He also smells absolutely amazing. I wonder where he found that scent. I get caught up that I forget how angry I am not getting any answers from him when I hear a bark.

This breaks me out of my reverie and I open my eyes in time to see Charlie come running at me full tilt. He hits my chest, my head hits the floor and everything goes black.

I slowly come back to consciousness. I've lived nearly 19 years and never fainted; now I've fainted twice in less than 48 hours. As I come to, I realize there is an armed draped over me and that I'm completely naked. I momentarily freak out until I realize I'm back with Lot in his bed. I roll over and look at the clock, it reads 2:01 a.m. Perfect, I think¸ It happened again. Oh well might as well get some sleep.

I roll over, snuggle into Lot and go back to sleep.

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