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Previously-

I hadn't even felt myself put the book down, and I was once again pulled into a dream with that odd Moroi man.

Chapter 2 – "Don't move"

It was an odd dream too. I had no idea where I was. I didn't see the Moroi at first. All I saw was a vast green land. Luscious, beautiful green grass covered every area of ground that didn't already have a patch of flowers or a graceful branching tree. The distance didn't end either. It continued with the green, either flat or hilly. The sun was shining, I heard birds singing, and there wasn't a cloud in sight.

I was barefoot, with a long flowing white dress on. The mixture of the warm sun on my skin and the grass between my toes... I was in a heaven all of my own. I lifted my arms – letting the white flowing sleeves dangle over them – tilted my head to the sky, closed my eyes, and let the sun sink in.

"Rosemarie..." he whispered from behind me.

I spun around, bringing my arms into my chest, and planted the biggest, silliest grin on my face.

He smiled back. I figured there was no other response to the crazy-looking girl that stood before him.

"It's wonderful!" I giggled, twirling around with my arms outspread.

"I'm glad you like it," he said, unmoving, watching me glow. "You did create it, after all."

I stop spinning and looked at him, confusion adding to my mood, but not affecting it. Still with a smile, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"You created it. This is your fantasy – the place that you want to be the most in all the world. I merely tapped into it."

I didn't understand what he was going on about. But I didn't really care. I gave him one short tilt of the head, before I giggled again and went sprinting along the plain.

I flew my arms out to the side, and ran around like an aeroplane. I skipped and sung, twirled and laughed. I rolled around, probably dirtying the pretty dress – which didn't, however, faze me one bit. Once I had tired myself out, I plopped down onto a bed of roses, still beaming.

He came and lay down beside me. "You're wonderful," he said quietly after I had calmed from my giggles. But he didn't say it like it was exactly a good thing... it was as though he said, 'you're wonderfully odd' or 'wonderfully unique'. But I couldn't gather whether he meant it in a good or a bad way. "This isn't really what I normally receive."

I became suddenly solemn. "What exactly do you do? Create dreams or something?"

He chuckled momentarily, followed by a sigh, "Almost, actually. I walk dreams, creating them. However, I don't always have to create them. I can let the dreamer decided completely, or I can... I suppose the word could be – 'request' things from them. Make their dream something that I couldn't know about, something of theirs, but I choose it. Then I control things within it, however.

For example, when I came to your dream earlier, I made it to be where you were in waking world, but with no one around. You woke in pain, so I took that pain away. Then, however, you weren't moving. So I created that f-"

"Oh my God! You made that fan! Why would you do that?"

"I had to. I didn't know how long you would be sleeping for, and I had to find out where you were before you woke," he said quickly, not being able to explain himself fast enough. "But that didn't get us anywhere..." he sighed.

"Why do you want to find me?"

"It's a story for another day. Soon though. When we get you out, I promise I'll tell you everything. But we don't have a lot of time."

I rolled my eyes. "You keep saying that," I spat, "Why don't you just take me back to the fan, why waste time here? I don't want to be here. I don't want you to be here."

"Rosemarie, please. I need to get you and the Princess out."

"Princess?"

"Vasilisa... Lissa... Lissa Dra-"

"What... princess? No, she..."

"She's a princess, Rosemarie. She didn't tell you? Anyway, she's been missing for two months, and she is the last in her royal family line. To know she is still alive, it is – oh – it's beyond words. You can help us get to her."

"No... No... Why don't you walk her dreams?"

"I've tried. Don't you know I've tried? There's something blocking me from getting to her. We think it may have something to do with the Spirit... but we can't know."

"Walk my friend, Florence's, dream. She's been out. She could help you..."

"I wish I could. But I have to have known them somehow."

"But you don't know me?"

He smiled. "There's a kink in the whole thing that you've helped me learn. There must be some link in mothers and their children. My only connection to you is that I've met your mother. So, it must have something to do with blood... or something."

I stood up and paused, gapping down at him. It kept re-running in my head... over and over again. I've met your mother, I've met your mother, I've met your mother, I've met your-

"Rosemarie?"

I pointed an excusing finger down at him. "You've met my mother..." I said slowly, almost chocking.

"I have," he said excitingly, like he was glad he could give me something so great. The knowledge of my mother... I never really knew how much I really wanted to know about her, until now. "Her name is Janine Hathaway. She is one of the most renowned guardians on this side of the world. Anyone would kill to have her as their guardian. She's kick-ass."

I could barely process that little amount of information he gave me. "Guardian... she's a guardian?" I said slowly, unsurely.

"Yes. She's dying to meet you."

A sudden rush of anger enveloped me. I began screaming and flailing my arms in the still-sitting man's face. "What do you mean she's dying to meet me? She fucking gave birth to me seventeen fucking years ago, and she wants to get to know me now? Why didn't she want to know me... say, before she left me in a house full of fucking Strigoi?"

He stood up and waved his hands in a calming, however retreating, manner. "Calm down, there's a lot I need to explain still. But we keep wasting time. Someone could wake you any minute now. We have to figure out where you are now, okay? Please."

He made a very good point, but the swarming rage wouldn't let me see it. "No. I want out of here more than anything. But if it means I have to see her, then I don't want it!"

He began screaming too, "No, no, no, no! Okay, okay, I get it. You don't have to see her at all! Okay? I promise! But we need your help. Even if you don't want to come with us, we need you to save the Princess."

Ouch. I knew he didn't mean it that way, but I could only feel a pang of jealousy that people wanted to save her so much. Yet I had been here my entire life, and no one wanted to rescue me. Tears welled up in the back of my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I didn't even let my face show the sadness. "Fine. What can I do to save the all-mighty highness?" I said with an exaggerated bow.

"Don't be like tha-"

"Shut up, before I change my mind."

He pulled me out of my heaven, and back outside Witmoore's room. I was back in the clothes I was in during my – our? – last dream. This was also the same as the clothing I'd went to sleep in.

"Is there anything you can tell me about this place that could assist me in locating it?" he asked.

"No..." I thought carefully, "Wait, the mail! I mean, they never bring the mail in or anything like that, but I know it's still delivered. It should have an address or something on it, shouldn't it?"

He smiled sadly, "Yeah it would. But unfortunately that won't work. This is still your dream after all. You can only manifest things that you know or have at least seen once before. You may have forgotten something, say a certain book on a bookshelf, but if you have at least read it once, you can technically pick up that book and read it again. Even if you don't remember a single word it says."

"I've never read the address, so I wouldn't know it..." I realised gravely.

There was a small silence, before, "So you've never seen anything from outside the house? Say, the mail-man or something?"

"Of course I have. I often look out the window as he comes... Why?"

"When does he come?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Once a month... every second Tuesday of each month, I think? He was here Tuesday before the last."

"Seeing as he doesn't come much, you must be in a pretty deserted place, right? Okay, I'm going to create what happened that Tuesday, okay?"

I nodded, "But-" I began, wanting to know what I'd experience, but he had already pulled me into the day.

I was sitting in front of the window on the second story. I was waiting for school to begin, and looked outside, waiting for something interesting to happen. Nothing ever did. Except for the occasional Strigoi dragging an unwilling victim inside. I'd forgotten that today was mail-day. It wasn't a highly entertaining sight, but I got a little laugh at it.

He was dressed in the classic white button-down, dark-blue slacks and black, shiny, polished shoes. He drove here every month, without fail. And every single time he'd see the same overflowing mail box. The entertainment came from watching him sigh, prepare himself – pulling his slacks up and securing his mail bag, then attempting to place the new mail somewhere without any falling.

He rarely succeeded, and that was the amusement. He would try for about five minutes to put them all back, but eventually would give up and leave.

After I saw the same ritual play out before my eyes, I was pulled out of the memory and back to outside Witmoore's room. "Yes, yes! That's it!" he squealed from – once again – behind me.

"What?" I asked, startled, as I turned around. "You weren't even there...?"

"I had to stay hidden as not to interrupt your memory. I saw as much detail as you did, but seeing as I have better vision then you," he said proudly, "I was able to see the van more clearly. I saw the registration plates! That means I can look into who the mail-man is, and in the process find the houses he delivers too, and then find you!" he beamed, throwing his arms around me.

I didn't respond to the hug though, "Then what are you doing? Go!" I said, slapping him on the back.

"Right, right! Of course!" He put his hands on my shoulders, and looking my straight in the eyes, promised, "I'm going to get you out of here. Be expecting us!"

He placed a kiss on my forehead before I was pulled into the black abyss of a dreamless sleep.

"Wake up, wake up!" I was pulled out of my deep slumber by the all too familiar voice of my best friend. "We need to get out of here! Wake up!" Florence whispered urgently whilst she shook me.

"What?" I muttered, "I'm up, I'm up."

"Now get up!" she demanded.

I opened my eyes to find our deserted and chaotic room. Bedding from all the beds had been tossed about aimlessly, the windows were open, and there was broken lamp shades scattered across the middle of the room.

"What's happening?" I whispered, worry evident in my voice.

"An attack," she answered hastily, "I think guardians... either way, definitely dhampirs. Half the Strigoi have ran with some of us, others are fighting. There's a lot more guardians, but I think the fight is pretty evenly matched... C'mon, this is our time to escape!" she held her hand out to me.

I reached for it, before I flung my own to my head. Suddenly I felt a strong, overbearing wave of fright and pain. "Lissa..." I whispered, clutching my forehead.

"What?" Florence cried, placing a soothing hand on my cheek.

I had never told anyone about the bond that was formed between Lissa and me when she had brought me back to life. I hadn't even told anyone that she did bring me back to life. Not even Florence, my best friend. And certainly not Lissa. But whether I liked her or not, the pain only gave me one option-

Save Lissa.

"Save Lissa," I repeated out-loud.

"What? No, listen to me, we have to get out. This is our chance! It could be our only chance!" anxiety laced her voice.

I turned to Florence. I couldn't do this to her. She was right – it was the chance we had been waiting for. Together; we could get out. But somewhere the logical part of my brain – the part that must have been affected by this shared pain of Lissa's – wasn't listening.

"But I have to help her. Flor, I have to." With that I ran out of the room, leaving my best friend behind.

Once out of the empty basement, I sneaked around the first story. There were few small fights occurring, but the fighters were too engrossed that they didn't notice me tiptoe by.

I could feel Lissa. I didn't know exactly where she was, but I could feel where she was. I could feel with each step whether I was going the right or wrong way. I neared the stairs going to the next story, but I passed them. She wasn't upstairs. I continued walking, until I was in the kitchen... near the dining room. The place Lissa had brought me back to life.

I peeked around the corner through the door from the kitchen. Lissa was in there. She was crouched in the corner, hugging her knees, with her head bleeding. That's why the pain came from my head, I realised. Taking further notice of the room, I found a male dhampir – a guardian – and Qarleen facing off. "He's going to die," I whispered quietly to myself.

"What are you doing?" I heard a sneer from behind me.

I whipped myself around and went to bolt, but he had me by the shoulders before I'd even taken a step. I looked up at a tall – probably six-six or six-seven – shoulder-length brown haired dhampir.

He narrowed his brown eyes at me a moment, before forcing me behind himself to look inside the dining room. "The Princess..." he whispered. He turned back to me, "Get out," he ordered.

"No," I barked back, confidently, "I have to save her." This was definitely not me speaking the words.

"Get out," he spat. Looking down at my dishevelled clothes, he continued, "You are of no use to her."

"Like hell I'm not!" and went to push past him.

But he prevented me with a strong hand on my stomach, "Listen to me," he whispered to me, the warmth tickling my ear, "you are more help to her alive."

A shiver sent itself down my spine, before I screamed in pain, falling to the ground.

His other hand wrapped around my back and he flung me away from the door. I dropped to the ground, gripping my leg. Pain pulsated throughout it, but no skin-and-flesh wound was evident as the dhampir lifted my pants leg up.

But I continued to scream, in which he muffled with his big, warm palm. "Shusssh..." he tried to silence me, while a grunting sound continued beneath his hand. Once I had manage to stop, he removed his hand, and we both shot our heads to the door, where we heard similar screams.

"Lissa..." I whispered.

He stood up, facing the door. "Don't move," he ordered, stalking towards it and peering in.

Another wave of pain hit the same spot on my leg. I attempted to stifle my next scream myself with my own hand. But it was still loud, and the tears couldn't be held back. "Lissa..." I cried again, after I gained control of my voice.

He came and crouched by me again, "Don't move," he repeated, "and try your best to be quiet, okay?"

"Lissa..." I sobbed, looking up at him through my clouded eyes as he tied his hair up.

"I know; I'm going to help her. Stay here, and don't make a sound." With that he got up and headed through the door.

Another beating was taken to Lissa's leg again, but this time I couldn't take the pain. I blacked out.

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