Camino was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He folded his arms behind his head and sighed. He hadn't eaten much of his dinner because he was still feeling a little depressed about Pan. He told his mom that he wasn't feeling well and went up to his room.

He looked over to his desk and his eyes fell on the bottle he'd gotten from the fortuneteller. Even though he had paid for it, he was feeling uncertain about actually drinking it. How could some concoction a fortuneteller came up with help him decide what to do in his love life?

There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Camino?" The door opened slowly and Snow came in. "Hi honey, how are you feeling?"

"I'm all right," he said. "I'm just tired."

She came to his beside and placed her hand on his forehead. "You don't feel hot." She bent down and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, dear."

"G'night, Mom."

She went to the doorway and turned off the light before shutting the door. He lay there for a second and then threw his legs over the side of the bed. He went to his desk and took the bottle in his hands.

He removed the rubber cap and raised the bottle to his nose. The liquid didn't have a scent. He lowered it to his lips and let it hover there. The fortuneteller had told him to drink the entire bottle of potion at once. He took a deep breath, tipped the bottle up and poured the liquid into his mouth.

The liquid was fiery as it entered his mouth. He swallowed and it burned down his throat. He clutched his hand to his chest and tried to gulp down a few breaths of air.

When the burning sensation ceased he found his way to the edge of his bed and sat down. He didn't feel any different besides the fact that his throat felt a little raw.

He fell back on the bed. Well, I just wasted my money. I should have known.

It was then that he felt as if his chest were tightening. I can't breath. He grabbed his throat and sat up on the bed. I'm so dizzy. He fell to his knees on the floor. Everything is getting fuzzy. He began to slide to the floor. I'm going to pass out. His eyes fluttered shut.

Camino was on all fours on his bedroom floor and there was a man standing before him. The man was tall, with long black hair and eyes the color of vibrant emeralds. He was wearing dark clothes.

"Who are you?" Camino asked.

"I am a part of you. You may call me Dark Camino or Dark for short. I'm going to get Pan to fall in love with you. Of this I am sure."

"A part of me?"

He nodded. "Think of me as an alter ego. It's kind of a side effect of your Shadow Replication technique. When a replication is created it has a mind of its own, to an extent. It is still a part of you. I am the part of you that desires Pan so badly that you can't think of anyone else. I overpower the rest of you and that is why I flourish."

Camino's body felt heavy and he slumped on the floor, lying prone.

"Sleep now, Camino. It is now time for me to test myself..."

He went to Camino and lifted him off of the ground by his shirt collar. The man's eyes began to glow and dematerialized and seem to meld into Camino's body.

Camino screamed as the immense pain came over him. He covered his face with his hands and fell to his knees. The world around him became darkness and he felt himself hit the floor before he slipped into unconsciousness.

A hand shot up and felt along the edge of the bed. The hand gripped the sheets that were nearly torn from the bed as he used them to stand.

Dark picked himself up off of the floor. He dusted off his clothes and looked around. Luckily, the commotion hadn't drawn anyone into the room. He strained his ears, but the house was silent.

He found a small mirror handing on the wall. He went over to it and gazed at his reflection. He smiled.

How handsome I am, he thought.

Truthfully, Dark didn't look much different than Camino, but there was something about him. Perhaps it was the pull in those green eyes of his. Or the way his spiky ebony hair framed his face that made him seem different.

He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked down at Camino's clothes and made a face. If he was in control of Camino's body tonight he wanted to wear something else.

He went to the closet and searched for an outfit of his liking. He found a pair of black pants, a black t shirt, and a blazer of the same color. At the bottom of the closet to the back, he saw a pair of black boots and snatched them.

After changing into these clothes, he opened the window. Cool air blew in and moved his hair around his shoulders. He raised his hands and balled them into fists.

"My body yearns for Pan," he said. "I must see her tonight and feel the warmth of her flesh and the caress of her lips upon mine." He smiled. "Camino, may have not been able to win Pan over, but I sure as hell will."

His vision blurred for a moment and he laid his hands on the windowsill to support himself. His eyes flickered between green and brown, before the green colored finally took over.

"Damn it! Camino's body is trying to reject me." He smiled and pushed away from the window. "He can have his body back after I see Pan."

Dark jumped out of the window and landed softly on the ground below. He glanced back at the house and saw all the lights were off. He remembered seeing the clock and noting that it was fifteen minutes past nine.

He looked up at the night sky and found Pan's familiar ki. It wasn't in the direction of her home, but downtown.

"What are you doing out this late, love?" He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm coming for you."