I just posted chapter 1 like, a few minutes ago. I just thought that if anyone liked it and wanted to keep reading, they would want it right away. Yeah. Anyway, here it is.

(Fang POV) Why had I been sleepwalking? This question troubled me. Maybe it was because of the images. When I remembered them, I shuddered.

I stayed awake the rest of the night, too freaked out to even close my eyes. I just kept seeing those images, the ones from my nightmares (literally), like they were stitched to the back of my eyelids. I saw images of completely regular looking girls, well, until they morphed. They became catlike creatures, with razor sharp teeth, and tails, and wings. Yep. That's right. I said wings. I kept seeing them attacking members of the flock. Last night, I had woken up in a cold sweat after dreaming that one of those cat people had just ripped Iggy to shreds.

The thing that bugged me the most about the nightmares was that even though I knew that they were just dreams, they scared the crap out of me anyway. And I couldn't figure out why I was dreaming of those things. That was another thing that bugged me. How could I imagine something like that? My brain must be pretty messed up.

I sort of wished that I could talk to Max. She would know what to think about these nightmares. But I wasn't going to go crying to her because of a couple of bad dreams. I don't want her to think I can't take care of myself. Which I can. I just didn't know what to think, what to do.

I was so exhausted from lack of sleep, but I couldn't close my eyes without seeing those images. So I just lay there, staring up at my ceiling until the sun started peeking over the horizon. Glad that it was probably an okay time to get up, I got dressed and went downstairs.

Apparently, I looked like I hadn't slept all night, because when I slouched into the kitchen, Dr. Martinez said, "Wow, Fang, did you sleep at all last night?"

"Not really," I answered as she set a plate stacked with pancakes in front of me. I dug in, realizing how hungry I was. Just then, Max walked into the kitchen, took one look at me, and burst out laughing. I looked at her sourly. She was never going to let me live that sleepwalking thing down. Sigh.

I know it's not really all that good yet, but it gets better. I think. I don't know. When I post the next chapter, tell me if it's better or not, because I'm probably not the best judge. Hope you liked it. If not, then, I'm sorry. Maybe I'll start writing better soon. Oh, yeah, and I know I said that they would be longer, but, this one would've just gotten more boring if I dragged it out. They will get longer, though.