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I woke up late the next day; Sweaty, sore and crabby. I reached for my phone on the night stand, looking at the time. '11:30? That can't be right!'

Rolling to my side, I slowly pushed myself to sit up. My head swarming like I was seriously hung over and I immediately ran for the bathroom. After my puke fest, I quickly brushed my teeth at the sink and splashed my face with ice cold water. Drying my face off, I drudged back to bed, curling up in a little ball.

Emily stuck her head through my door as soon as she heard me rummaging around in the room. "Hey, how are ya feeling?" she asked, sitting next to me and placing a cool hand on my forehead. My eyes flickered to the door, seeing Sam standing in the doorway, a look of concern on his face.

"Awesome" I said, hoarsely. My voice not coming out as loud as I thought it would. "Can you stop the room from spinning?" I asked, "I'd like to get off"

Emily frowned, glancing back at Sam, she rose. "I'm going to get you some broth and some meds, just hang in there" Emily walked to my door, brushing past Sam as she left.

"You guys really shouldn't be in here "I said, as Sam neared, "I don't want to get you guys sick also"

Sam smiled, resting his scorching hot hand on my forehead. "don't worry about me" he said, quietly "just get some rest"

"Sam, don't touch me" I said, my eyes closing, clearly not winning the war of trying to keep them open "your too damn hot"

The next thing I realize, I'm standing on the beach. The faint smell of camp fire wafting through the air. I can see the guys laughing and throwing a football around further down the beach . I yell out to them, but no sound comes out of my mouth. they don't even seem to notice me. I start walking towards them, slowly at first, then full out running. I can't reach them. A dark shadow moves behind them, slowly circling the pack, waiting to pounce.

I blink, the scene shifts to my old home in Minnesota. 'this can't be good'

Walking through the front door, I'm assaulted with the smell of mom's homemade apple pie. She would only ever make pie during harvest with the tree out back was ready to pick. Walking through the empty rooms, calling out her name, I come up short. I see my parents in the kitchen, standing around the island, arguing over some trivial thing and myself, trying desperately to get their attention. My dad storms out in a heated flurry, leaving behind a trail of dust in his wake. He is headed out to his shop, to drink. My mom then turns to me, hate and loathing in her eyes, blaming me for all their problems. I watch myself leave, tears blurring my vision as I run out of the back door to my car, and away from the problems.

I know how this day ends .I can't watch this…

My dad comes back inside awhile later, drunk and ignorant. My mom will try to get him to go to bed, but he will not listen and tries to go out, to the bar. She insists she drive and take him there. The roads in Minnesota, in winter, are not fun to drive on, especially at night. My dad, impatient on how slow my mom is driving, leans over and shoves his boot on the accelerator, wanting to get to the bar as soon as he can. Mom yells and tries to push him away, to no avail. She swerves, barely missing an oncoming car and loses control, ending up in the ditch.

Mom and Dad didn't make it out of it alive.

I am crying and screaming at them. 'How could they do this to me? How could they leave me alone?' Tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I turn my head away from the scene of the accident and see a figure, far back in the distance. It turns, glances back at me and then starts running. I follow, running as fast as I can; Running away from the pain, the hurt and the shame.

From the frozen, wind whipped fields of Minnesota, the scene again changes. Lush, green forest of Washington comes into view. The man, also appears. His back is facing me, but he seems to know of my presence. He turns back and grins.

I can't move, can't speak, hardly can breathe. My heartbeat races, knowing he isn't safe. I can't help but stare at his eyes.

They were red.

He smirks, opening his mouth just wide enough to speak; His voice low and hypnotizing.

"Hannah, I've been expecting you"


A.N.: Sorry for a short chapter, a little back history never hurts. Big revelations coming soon (next chapter), stay tuned!