AN: I decided to continue the story, to see what I could make with it. I'd like to thank the few of you that reviewed! I wasn't really expecting to get any, so thanks! Like I said in the last chapter, it's my first story ever and I have no beta. So you guys are going to have to bear with me on all of the mistakes with grammar and what not. Also, this chapter might move a little slow, but there were certain things I wanted to do first before I brought Eric into the story. Enjoy!

Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you, that is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance and spaces between us you have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door, and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.

Love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime, and never let go till we're one.

Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to.

In my life we'll always go on

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

Eric was burning. The sun had risen several minutes ago and I was frantically running towards him. Where was he? I thought I knew, but I couldn't find him.

Thick smoke surrounded me, swallowing me. I could smell it; taste it. It was making my eyes tear up and I was coughing in the worst way. I had to find him, so I kept on running.

Finally, I could see a light at the end of the long hallway. It was daylight.

"Eric!," I tried to scream but my mouth couldn't form the words. Instead more smoke poured into my throat and made it burn. I let out a small, raspy cough. I couldn't breathe.

I kept on running but I could no longer see the light. The only thing I could see was darkness from the smoke engulfing me.

My eyes snap open and I stare at my surroundings. I'm in a dark room. My heart slowly stops racing as I realize it was only a dream, and I'm lying in my bed. I shift over and glance at my clock. Its 1:22 in the morning. I'm supposed to be getting up in less than four hours for my flight to Dallas.

Why am I going to Dallas? I'm going because he had asked me to. I thought back to my conversation with him the other day.

"Eric...um, hi," I had said stupidly, and nervously, into the phone. I couldn't believe I was talking to him.

"Katherine," He said, "It's been a while."

"Yeah," another stupid answer.

"How have you been?" He questioned me. Was he really calling for the first time in a year just to make small talk?

"I've been okay, you?"

"Fine. I miss you," He stated. I found myself smiling and my heart started fluttering.

"I-I miss you too," I answered honestly. Things between us hadn't ended exactly on a bad note. More of a sad, 'I'm never going to see you again' note. We had both still been in love when I moved back to New Jersey.

"I know we're not supposed to be talking," he began, "but I have an important favor to ask of you." I could hear a touch of desperation in his voice, and nostalgia.

"Sure, what is it?" I couldn't believe that I was able to have a normal conversation with him.

"Godric is missing," he said solemnly.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Since when?"

"It's been ten days. I wanted to ask you to come to Dallas and help find him."

I mulled it over for a few seconds. If I'd left, I'd get into trouble with my boss at the dance studio. I'd been missing a lot of work lately. But it was Godric, his maker. A person I had known and liked. I needed to go help.

"Of course, when should I go?"

"Preferably as soon as possible."
"I'll book a flight as soon as I get home."

"Thank you," he replied, "this means a lot to me."

"I know. I'll tell you when I can get down there," I said, then hung up.

I quickly began to drive home. There was a lot of work I needed to do.

I slowly got out of bed and changed my clothes. I was only sleeping in my underwear and a baggy tee shirt, but they were both drenched in sweat. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top then started walking towards my kitchen.

There was no way I would be going back to sleep after that dream. Especially since I knew it might come true in some way, shape, or form.

Occasionally, my dreams are more than just dreams. I have premonitions, sometimes. They aren't at all the way Hollywood makes them at to be, though. Their meanings are never spelt out in black and white; I always have to figure them out myself.

When I was about 18, I kept having this one dream. I'd be walking around in my Grandfather's house, and looking at all the pictures on the wall.

This was weird to start off with, because my grandfather isn't the sentimental type at all. My dad's family as a whole isn't the type to hang up pictures all over their walls. Even if they were, I wouldn't see them because a majority of his relatives don't live anywhere near me. Including my grandfather.

Anyway, I'd be walking around looking at the pictures. There were pictures of me, my father, my cousins, my uncle, my older sister; everyone from my dad's side. I'd get to a picture of my dad, and smile because he looked just like me in it. Everyone always used to tell me that I looked like him, and I had been proud of that as a child. I'd reach out to touch it, and it would fall and break.

"Grandfather!" I'd yell out for him, to show him what I'd done. He'd always come walking down the stairs, with his blond hair tied into a ponytail.

"What is it?" He'd asked me, patiently.

At this point I'd go to point at the picture of my father, but it'd be gone. I'd wake up shortly after.

Five months later, my father died.

Dreaming about the future isn't the extent of my skills. Like most psychics, I have several abilities. Sometimes I just known things; they pretty much pop into my head out of nowhere. The proper term for it is claircognizance, and it's usually very helpful.

For example, I could be driving and just know which route would have more traffic than the other. It's usually convenient stuff like that.

I rarely have visions, and thank God for that. I hate them with a passion. How would you like it if you were talking to someone, and out of nowhere, you pretty much started to hallucinate a scene playing out in front of you? It was embarrassing.

Luckily, I've learned to control my visions. I can always feel one coming on, and I can prevent it for a while. I can also cause myself to have one if I focus on it really hard.

If I want to have a vision about someone, all I really need to do is intensely concentrate on them. Having a personal object of theirs would make things easier, and being able to physically touch them is even better. It isn't always visions of the future, sometimes it can be the past and occasionally the present. Seeing the present pretty much just shows me what they're doing right now, and it doesn't happen very often.

There are other things I can do; no two psychics have the same set of abilities. Psychics themselves originated from the crossbreeding of several species. Many of us could trace our blood line up to necromancers, telepaths, demons; pretty much anything with supernatural abilities. These crossbreeds started reproducing amongst themselves thousands of years ago, and psychics started popping up everywhere. I myself have a very strong fairy bloodline.

As a result of my dreams, I don't sleep much. I average on about six hours of sleep nightly, but that number could go down to one or two hours if I start having weird dreams. Most nights I take some form of sleeping drug, even anything as little as Tylenol PM helps. It usually puts me in a dreamless sleep.

I arrived in Dallas that day around noon. Eric was sending a human to pick me up from the airport. As soon as I stepped into the terminal I saw a man in his 30s with brown hair.

"Hugo?" I asked, already knowing that he's the guy I'm looking for.

"Yeah, Katie?"

"That's me," I shook his hand.

"Let me get your bags," he said, grabbing the suitcase and carry-on I had taken along with me. I was left with my purse.

"Thank you," I notice that he's a little on the short side, maybe about 5"9. I guess it was average but considering my height of 5"7, I would call it short. We continue walking until we reach his car; we start driving at about one in the afternoon.

"How do you know Eric?" I try making small talk with him.

"I didn't meet him until last night when he got to Dallas, but my girlfriend lives in Godric's nest. She's the one that asked me to pick you up," he explains. So his girlfriend is a vampire?

"Oh, okay," I'm not really sure how else to respond.

"How close are we to the hotel?"

"We should be getting there in a few minutes. The outside color scheme is kind of weird. It's orange and red during the day but just looks red and black at night."

"Orange and red? That is weird for a hotel."

Hugo helped me check into the hotel, and walked me up to my suite with the bellhop to make sure everything was okay. The inside color scheme screamed 'vampire'; everything was black and red. The suite was still big and obviously expensive, though, so I'm not complaining.

Before leaving, Hugo tells me that Eric is staying in a room nearby and that he'll be stopping by as soon as he awakens. My heart starts beating faster when I realize that I'll be seeing him soon. I can't believe he still has that effect on me.

I wondered what this would mean for our relationship. When we had broken up, it hadn't been on our own agreement. It was mostly due to outside forces. You probably think that's really weird, but it makes sense when you hear the story. It just happens to be a really long story.

I start smiling as I realize that maybe we could get back together again. Will he even want to get back with me? Does he still love me? I can't even bear to think that he doesn't have feelings for me anymore. He has to still have some still left; I mean he said he'd missed me. But vampire emotions are different from human emotions. They aren't as strong, or vibrant. We don't even have the blood bond connecting us anymore.

I decide to stop being so insecure and to start doing something more productive, like unpacking. Afterwards I'm not really sure what I can do for six more hours, maybe I'll explore the hotel a little.

I'm watching TV in the main room of my suite when it starts to get dark out. I walk over to the bathroom to check my appearance for the millionth time. My insecurities could seriously eat me alive. I had straightened my already-straight, blonde hair and put on a small amount of makeup earlier. I'm wearing denim short shorts, and a white tank top. Maybe I should have dressed a little nicer, but I'm still in shock about how hot it is here. I quickly put on a brown belt to make the outfit a little cuter. Just as I'm buckling the belt around my waist there's a knock on my door.

Oh my God, it's him. My hands are practically shaking, but I manage to keep my composure on the outside calm. On the inside, however, I am the opposite of calm. Thank God we no longer share a blood bond, its actually embarrassing how nervous I am right now. But really, who could blame me? I'm about to see the man I'm in love with for the first time in a year.

I slowly walk up to the door and start unlocking all of the locks. I open it and Eric's standing there, absolutely beautiful. This can't be real. It's a dream. There's no way his sapphire eyes are staring at me right now, looking at me in disbelief. Maybe it feels like a dream for him too.

Without saying anything, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around him. I almost forgot what it feels like to have him embrace me, it's been so long. I feel safe with him holding me; I take comfort in his 6"4 stature towering over me. A few tears are falling from my blue green eyes already. I burry my face into his chest and wrap my arms even tighter around his waist. I'd missed him.

"I missed you," he practically read my mind.