Chapter Four

Dwayne

I was worried. Desiree had had a weird vision. Something bad was going to happen, but she wasn't sure when it was going to happen, or what it was about because it was so blurry. It worried me how she couldn't see it properly, it made me even more anxious. What would it be, someone here in town in trouble again, or maybe some mass murderer was coming to get revenge? It sounded crazy but it could happen anything could happen.

Lately, since the incident with Jonathan (even thinking the name made me want to vomit) everything had turned upside down. His friends had come to hurt us, mostly they just wanted Desiree and she had almost given herself to them. She was in such a deep depression she didn't care what happened. Someone could have shot her and she wouldn't have noticed. We had saved her from a near death, they were about to ripe her throat out and drink her blood when we stepped in.

I just couldn't think about this anymore! I had so many more happy things to think about. Like Ashley. She was awesome, what every guy wants. She's beautiful, talented, and kind. This was the first time I had a real girlfriend. I had kissed girls before and gone on dates but nothing serious. This was all new to me; it felt good though like it was meant to be. "Dwayne can I come in?" it was Desiree.

"Sure Des." She looked tired; the hollows under her eyes were a deep violet. She was still trying to find out about the vision. Well that was great on top of not knowing what it's about she's going to be sleep deprived. "You don't look so good."

"I don't feel good either. But that's what I get for not eating for days. My teeth have been trying to extend for a while and their killing me." Her teeth did look swollen and painful. I felt bad, going without blood for so long hurt, I'd made the mistake to do that once.

"Sorry, you should go hunt. I know you're just upset about the vision, but I'm worried about you." She looked so exhausted and paler than usual. Sick somehow.

"Okay, your right, bye love you." She left the room slowly, tiredly. She looked so weak and fragile. Now that I thought about it I hadn't feed for a few days as well.

"Wait up Des, I'll come with you!" I ran out the door after her.

"Thank you for letting me snag along with you." We had both caught a deer, and were just sitting by the stream, Des wanted to wait a minute before catching another one. She still looked ill; she wasn't supposed to go this long without hunting. Desiree could have at least had one of the blood baggies we keep around (that's one of the only ways we drink human blood, or if a human is willing).

"No problem. I still feel sick, but I don't really want to feed again. I think I just feel sick because of Chase talking about... about… about Jonathan." Tears sprang into her eyes, even the slightest thought of him made me want to vomit. He was a sick, disturbed person who wanted nothing more than to kill. Okay don't think about it Dwayne you don't want to crack right in front of Des.

"Des don't cry. Let's go get you some more blood," just as I said the words she fainted. Really fainted, I picked her up and ran for my life towards the house. I had studied medicine before so maybe I could help her. This was not good it had to be something else besides not feeding.

When I got to the house no one was home. Of course they picked today to go out. I grabbed one of the blood baggies from the fridge and headed towards Desiree's room. "Come on Desiree, wake up!" I slapped her across the face and then dripped tiny droplets of blood into her slacked opened mouth. Her eyes started to flutter open but that was all nothing more. I dripped more and more into her mouth until I was almost dumping the blood all over her. I lay her gently on the bed and ran downstairs to get more. When I got back to her room she was starting to stir. Something seemed worse than her not having blood couple of days. But that didn't matter right now, what did was if I could get her well again.

"NO, no make it stop Dwayne! Make them stop!" the look in her finally open eyes was blank… she was having a vision. It looked like this one was causing her physical pain. I was the lucky one, who got good visions she wasn't as fortunate. I had never experienced any pain with my visions. But with Desiree it only happened when she was experiencing pain through the person in her vision. From what I could see of what she was doing and saying this was hurting her badly.

This continued for twenty more minutes before it was finally over. I couldn't do anything to stop them so I had to sit there holding Desiree while she screamed in pain. When she finally came to after passing out, she looked horrible. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, I just need to sleep. I'm not going to tell you about that because you don't need to know just yet. They happen every once in awhile, mostly when no one's around so don't be worried." She was looking better already; I guess the blood was helping her. So I helped her into her room, laid her on her bed and tucked her in. "Dwayne, don't say anything to anyone. Please, they'll just pester me until I tell them about the vision." Desiree yawned and then she lies back on her pillows and fell asleep quickly. I watched her for a moment then left her to sleep in peace.

I heard the front door open as I walked down the hall towards my room. Chase was talking loudly about how he had beaten Nate at wrestling. I ran down the stairs and told them to be quiet. I didn't tell them about the episode Desiree had had. I didn't know what else to do so I went to my room and sat on my bed thinking about that vision. What could it have been? Someone had been hurt badly maybe even killed by the way she was acting.

Would it happen soon? Did it have to do with us? One thing was for sure, I was going to stop it.