I apologize for the long await of the continuation of this story, but I've been busy. I am no longer studying - I am officially an Animal Keeper claps wickedly at herself. Ahem, well... There's not much to say, except that I hope I will ave more time for writing now. And as always:

Enjoy...

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With a loud thud, Mikey landed head first on the floor. Panicked eyes searched the room for his attacker – but there was nothing. He was back in his room, lying on the ground next to his bed in the dark.

"You alright, Mike?" a voice asked from the door. As the youngest turtle looked up, all three of his brothers, along with Angel and their Sensei, were looking at him.

"Who, me?" Michelangelo smiled goofily, trying to hide the panic that had overwhelmed him only seconds ago, "I'm fine, great…" Splinter sighed to himself, knowing too well, that his youngest son wasn't telling the truth. He took two steps into the room, before turning to look at the others.

"I believe you should go back to bed now." And that was all it took for the four teenagers to leave the door and head for their beds, though their low voices could be heard all the way. Splinter closed the door to Mikey's room and slowly walked to sit on the bed. The turtle wrapped himself out of the sheet, he had dragged with him to the floor and sat next to his farther. No words were exchanged between them, as Mikey had focused his gaze on the floor.

"My son," Splinter started, holding a small break in his sentence to look for the turtle's reaction. Mikey didn't seem to respond, but he was listening, "We need to find the source for your nightmares. It has been going on for too long."

"I know," Mikey lowly replied, closing his eyes. The nightmares were coming more frequently to him, which meant almost every night. And it was the same nightmare. Only difference was, that small details seemed to change sometimes. And they seemed so real every time. Though he had been going through that dream over twenty times now, it all left him just as scarred afterwards.

Splinter studied his youngest student with calm eyes, not rushing to get back to his own bed. It could wait.

"Perhaps," the elder rat stood up to look down at Michelangelo, "We should try to meditate again in the morning." Mikey slowly nodded, his mind drifting back to his dream. He was almost so caught up in it, that he didn't hear his Sensei say goodnight and leave the room.

But how was he going to sleep now? Hearing Angel's voice had almost been the scariest thing this night. It hadn't been her voice the last time, it had belonged to something unknown. Could the winged cat be the source to his haunting? Then why hadn't it happened from the first night she moved in, and why was it only him? She was closer to Leo, anyway. The turtle stood up and walked away from the bed. The meditation sessions with Master Splinter hadn't helped at all – he had gotten no reasons and no nights free of nightmares. And it was driving him insane. He plummeted to the ground, burrowing his head in his hands. He was tired, but if he went back to sleep, the beast could try and attack him in his sleep again. If it was able to attack. Donnie had said, that there was no possible way for a figure in a dream to invoke any real damage. Not other than disturbing your sleep. A yawn pushed its way out, as Mikey removed the hands. He would go to bed again and pray that he would be left alone.

Pushing himself up, Mikey yawned again and stretched his arms, before going back to the bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he could feel the darkness, the darkness of a calm sleep, take over him. His eyes closed and he slowly drifted off…

"Mikey?"

The turtle literally jumped into the air by the voice. His eyes flew up to look at the surprised Angel beside the bed.

"Sorry," she blinked, handing him a small cup, "I just thought, perhaps you wanted some warm milk." The cat's tail was twitching slightly, as she held the cup out for the turtle to take. At first, Mikey was a bit lost, until he remembered the meaning by it. In the beginning, Angel had had nightmares too.

"You know," Mikey had told her one night, "When we were kids, Sensei always said that warm milk is the best way to shake off nightmares." And he had handed her a warm cup of milk.

"Oh," Mikey took the offered cup and gave the cat a smile, "You remember that, even though it's over six months ago." He took a gulp of the white, warm liquid. It didn't taste as good as he remembered from when he was a toddler, but he didn't like telling Angel that. After all, she had stayed awake to make it for him. The cat basked a little with her wings, as she studied him.

"Of course I do," she grinned and sat down on the bed. The large tail moved aside to avoid being sat upon. How she remembered to do that every time was still a mystery to Mike. He would probably have forgotten about it…

"I better go back to bed," Angel stated, getting up from the bed. She let out a yawn, making the fangs in her mouth visible. The image of the large wolf from his dream hit him like lightning, as he looked at Angel. What if there was something about it?

'Michelangelo, you're paranoid,' he told himself, pushing the newly formed knob in his throat down. No way could the wolf and she be the same. That beast had been huge, at least double the size of the cat. And Angel was not muscular at all. There were absolutely nothing pointing towards her – except for the voice…

Angel folded her hands behind the back. "Stop thinking about it, Mikey. You should rather try to get some hours of sleep." Putting the cup on the desk beside his bed, Mikey nodded without a word. And he was starting to get really tired now.

"Alright," Michelangelo yawned sleepily, pulling the blanket closer around him. He wanted to say goodnight to the feline, and he was about to do so. But all that came out was a muffled snore, as he fell asleep.

Angel silently watched him for a short moment, her smile once again revealing the large fangs. Her head wandered from the sleeping turtle to the door. Good, she was alone. Both Splinter and the other turtles had gone to bed, leaving her as the only one awake. She looked back at Mikey again with glowing eyes, slowly approaching him. She wasn't going to wake him up. With careful steps, she sneaked closer to the bed, not stopping before she was right over him…