Sorry for the bad spelling. My PC has a dodgy idea of spellings and it won't let me type what it thinks is wrong, even when it's actually right so please don't get in a huff with me.

P.S Tikal is 8 years old

Chap 2: Dreams.

Tikal went to bed that night, knowing full well that the man staying at their house had something to do with her long gone relative, and that she would pay her a visit tonight…

(Tikal's P.O.V)

I was walking threw a purple mist, toward a place I could not see. Suddenly I see the silhouette of a girl, I immediately knew who it was. It was Christine. I could here her singing softly, as if to some one she loved.

The mist cleared in a flash, and we were in a thicket surrounded by trees and flowers. A stream could be seen in the distance, and a reflection of the moon danced over the waters silvery surface.

"Tikal! Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." Christine gasped as she just noticed me.

"I have something to ask."

"And what is that my dear?"

"What did the phantom look like?" Oh, Bad move! I gasped in my mind as she looked quite angry.

"I… I… I don't remember." I could tell she was laying.

"Are you sure?" I continued.

"I SAID I DON'T REMENBER OK!" she screamed.

I was so scared, I had never seen her so angry before. I left myself just enough time to mumble "It was only a question." before tears streaked down my face, blinding me. I ran before Christine knew I was crying and could stop me from leaving.

The last time this had happened in a dream it became a nightmare which had nearly killed me. I had to wake up before the same thing happened again.

I found a high cliff were I could jump. That would ether wake me up or kill me but I was in too much of a hurry to care. I jumped off with out so much as a second thought. I could feel my body falling. I closed my eyes and tried to stay positive, but if I was going to die, no one could save me now.

"Tikal!" Except him. Oh, please say he's just looking for me and he hasn't seen me. "Tikal! I'm coming." He'd found me. I opened my eyes and surely enough, at the top of the cliff was Tama. Tama was a boy around one year older than me, and a little taller. He always wares a plane black T shirt and black, chained trousers. He ware a mask like Erik did. He was a vampire with Blood-red eyes and jet-black hair, his skin was almost chalk white.

Just as I had spotted him, I felt two huge, wood like hands catch me. I looked at the cliff face and a half berried tree monster screeched. His hands Closed around me into a fist. He clenched his fist tighter and tighter until I completely blacked out.

I'm going to be evil and leave it at that. CLIFF-HANGER! Hahahahah! Chough.