A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! It has been FOR-EVAH since I have had any time at all to do this. Please forgive me- I really am busy. So, in order to not make you wait any longer, I'll start the chapter right away.

I HAVE A POLL UP AND IF YOU LOVE ME AND MY ANTICS (EVEN A LITTLE BIT) THEN PLEASE VOTE ON IT!

FACT: I made it to the finals and placed overall 11th (out of over 30) in my track meet last Saturday. I almost got a PR (personal record- I was .03 seconds away) and it's only the first meet of the year :)

P.S. Sorry about the double alert, but the first time I posted it I forgot to add an A/N... again.

Fang POV

It had been twelve hours since I had gotten back home, and all I had figured out was this- THE SUNLIGHT BURNS!

Yea, yea, make all the Goth jokes you want. But for real, whenever I could see sunlight, it burned the sh*t outta my eyes. Like, it felt like someone was stabbing me in the eyes with a rusty paring knife. It was debilitating, and I couldn't do anything but hide under my bed. Even through my eyelids the light was too much. Light bulb light didn't hurt at all, which I found weird.

So I had two options for leaving the safety (and dust bunnies) of underneath my bed- walk around with my eyes closed and look like an idiot and probably hurt myself; or wear sunglasses and look like a douche and an even bigger idiot for wearing sunglasses inside.

So… I went with the sunglasses option. I mean, I was already sore from the beating from the scientist. I didn't need any more bruises. Besides, Iggy couldn't see them; Angel could read my mind as to why I was wearing them; and Nudge was actually my friend; unlike the other savages in the house.

"Wow, you must be a cool kid." Gazzy snorted as I walked into the kitchen for dinner. I just glared at him (which he couldn't see… damn…) and sat at the table next to Max. Unfortunately, Max was not above teasing me. Kind of makes me wonder why I fell for her, huh?

"Trying to set a new trend, dipwad?" she said, smirking at me. Man she was hot when she smirked. Actually… she was hot all the time.

Insert various internal flips and jumps.

Iggy had cooked broiled fish, peas, homemade French fries, and cherry Jello for dinner. I was scarfing down spoonfuls of peas as I was being passed the fish from Iggy himself. As I took it from him, my hand brushed against his.

Heaving breath. Pounding footsteps. White walls. Wire floor. The maze game.

Couldn't stop, couldn't rest- had to run. Run, run, run as fast as I can. Escape. Torture. Can't lose.

Teeth. Hot breath. Paws. Heavy footsteps. Chasing. Erasers. Run faster! Faster! Faster! FASTER!

Light. Finish. Can stop now. Out of breath. Can't breathe! Collapsed. Carried away. Back to the cage.

Dropping the plate of fish to the table, I gripped the arms of my chair, breathing heavily. I was sweating, my heart was pounding, and my breath came out in gasps. I'm sure my eyes were wide as heck under the glasses, and I could feel everyone staring at me.

"Fang! What happened?" Max demanded, checking me for any injuries. Gazzy and Nudge looked extremely worried, while Angel just looked extremely confused. She probably felt what I did, and didn't know what it was either.

Max was staring at me, and I realized she was waiting for an answer. "Um… nothing?" Max glared at me, knowing that I was lying. Heck, I could never lie well to her.

I sighed, rubbing my damp temples. "I don't know. I just had some weird… vision type thingy. It's gone now."

"What was it about?" Darn- I was hoping she'd avoid that. We never talked about the School- ever. It was kind of an unspoken rule.

"Couldn't tell. Now, if you'll excuse me…." Muttering, I quickly stood up and walked out of the kitchen. As I left, Iggy called "Nice sunglasses, loser." Gritting my teeth, I settled for kicking the wall going up the stairs instead of Iggy's 'family jewels'. Lucky him.

I shakily sat on my bed, twisting the edge of the sheet. What the heck was that? I tried to think about the vision or whatever I just had. Obviously, it was during a maze run in the School.

About one or twice a week, the scientist would dump us in this huge indoor maze. The walls would all look the same, the floor would be increasingly hot, Erasers would chase you if you took too long, and usually you burned all over after running for so long.

I ran my hand through my hair. But… why did I see it? Obviously we weren't in the school anymore. I wasn't even adrenaline filled or anything that would trigger a response like that. I had actually felt like I was running it, that I had been scratched on the wing, and that I had smacked against the cold tile floor.

But I was sitting in the dining room. The room with the smoky gray tasseled curtains, burgundy wallpaper, and white floor. I was at the huge glass table, sitting in the squishy cream chair. Not running through the twisted landscape of the school.

My musings were cut short as someone knocked on the door. "Come in, Max." I said.

As she closed the door, Max asked "How did you know?"

"You're the only one that knocks." Max chuckled, sitting next to me on the bed.

Hesitantly, she inquired, "Hey… are you ok? That was really… weird."

I nodded slowly. "Yea… I don't know what that was. I don't know where it came from, what it's supposed to mean, or why it happened. I kind of just want to… forget about it, you know?"

After studying my face, Max nodded. "Okay. Just…." She took a deep breath. "Don't ever do that to me again. It scared me." She finished quietly.

Inside, I was all like 'DAH NANANA, NANANAAAAAAA!" But on the outside, I just kept my face blank and nodded once.

Max sat there for a moment, but before it got too awkward, she grasped my shoulder and stood up; closing the door as she went.

Dying. Dying! DYING! I need help. He can't die. Can't!

Yelling. Yelling for help. Fighting around me. Shouts. Crashes. No one to help.

No heartbeat. NONE! Pumping. Breathe. BREATHE!

Anguish. Hurt. Sorrow. Despair. Fading hope. Darkness

I gasped loudly, feeling my eyes fill up. What in God's name was THAT? I never teared up. But… that vision…. As much as the last one filled me with terror and adrenaline, this one filled me with anguish and sadness. I looked down, and saw that I had clenched my fists so hard that my ragged fingernails and made bloody crescents in my palm.

Someone was dying… and whoever was watching reeeeeaaaallllyyy didn't want them to. But… when is this? How did/would/will it happen? Who are the people?

I buried my head under my pillow. Was I going crazy? Was I finally losing it?

A/N: Okay, so the plot thickens! LOL JK you guys already know that he's gonna be a vampire. But you don't know what he's seeing, or why. You'll just have to figure it out later :) Any guesses are welcome! R&R and answer the question below- do it for the waffles!

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What winter holiday(s) do you celebrate? I celebrate good old Christmas. My tree isn't even up yet….