I appear in an empty room. There is no light, only darkness.

"Is anyone there?!" I call out.

Suddenly I am unable to move, feeling a deep chill fill my entire body.

"You can't hide Carter..."

I hear an echoing voice taunting me. All I can do is breathe heavily.

"Carter..."

And right then appears Evelyn, her face and hands coated with blood. She slowly walks closer and closer until there is no space between us. She guides a hand down my cheek, her eyes glowing a crimson red.

"Soon enough you will want this, and I can't wait to show you."

"Carter!" It is then Liza's voice that echoes throughout the room, yet she is nowhere in sight.

I shiver as I am terrified. There was a pit in my stomach that knew Liza was not going to come to my rescue. I am now alone to face her sister, looking confused to her at what is happening.

"What am I...Carter."

Evelyn calmly asks me. She then laughs darkly and roughly grabs me by the neck...suffocating me as her face is one of a monster.

"WHAT AM I?!"

I fall out of my bed with a hard thump, waking up from my nightmare in alarm. Out of it, I reach from the floor to my side dresser to look at the time on my cell phone, 1AM.

"Shit..."

I lean against the dresser in a light panted breath, running a hand through my hair to rid myself of the sweat formed on my forehead.

"God what a dream. About Evelyn? Blood, so much blood. And Liza..."

It felt so real, like I had seen something like this before. The past few days have been anything but normal. The way Liza is acting is messing with me. There is no doubt I find her attractive. Her mixed signals towards me however were something else, frustrating in ways I couldn't tell anyone. She went from harsh and extremely distant to what felt like the intimacy of a lover. She had turned rather forceful with me, as like Nate I too stood no chance against her apparent strength. Her lips upon my neck were as cold as ice, yet it felt like I was on fire from her touch.

The attraction Liza and I both share is evident even as she denies anything is sparking between us. I could feel it in her touch, something that was not just a simple peck. She was kissing my neck as if she was savoring the taste of my skin. It was something that felt so wrong yet so right. There is just something about her, something so alluring that makes me want to go back for more. Yet it feels as though she and her sister have a deep secret, one I should be afraid of. My feelings are conflicting, battling one another as I try to figure this girl out. Maybe I never will, but I want to at least try.

Yet there is another barrier stopping me from going any further with Liza, the one person in my life who doesn't know the most important part about me.

Suddenly I hear the front door open and close downstairs. My dad is finally home. I go downstairs to meet my father's troubled face, leaning himself on the kitchen counter with his hands.

"Dad?" My father's expression turns blank as he pulls up to face me.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" My dad asks sternly.

"I could ask you the same thing." I mutter under my breath. Yet he heard me, giving me a warning look.

"Sorry just woke up, bad dream." I apologize. My dad always knew how to put me in line. It was all about respect in the home. Ever since my mom died he meant strict business, even more so than before. Before she died he had more light in his personality. Mom and I were his everything. So when he lost apart of that it changed his entire demeanor instantly. So for my sake I just kept a tight lip and answered shortly so I didn't piss him off. Yet he just simply nods his head. I watch him as he puts a hand to his head with a noticeable exhaustion within his facial features.

"Just another long day at work." I nod as he goes to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair and motions me to it.

"Come sit Carter, I need to talk to you about something." I obey his orders, looking at him to wait as he takes a breath before sitting down then continues to talk, his voice serious in tone.

"Carter I need you to be careful." I look to him in concern. I know something must have happened tonight to make him say this.

"Dad what's wrong?" I ask, yet he doesn't answer my question directly, his voice becoming more harsh.

"Just listen to me. Some people are not what they seem. This town especially can be full of wack jobs, and you could easily get into trouble. I want you to use caution, and not be out too late at night." He continues.

"Dad, I'm almost eighteen. I think I can handle myself." My dad gives me another warning glance. Even though I tried to be compliant to his rules I didn't always find them to be fair in that he is never home. Yet dad with me didn't care too much as what was fair, but what would keep me safe, at least he tried.

"You heard me." My father has always been cautious, but I am curious now as to why he was saying this to me with urgency all of a sudden.

"Did something happen tonight? Are you okay?" Dad just sets his eyes down at the table for a moment before looking back to me.

"I see more than the average person sees, and soon enough you'll see for yourself. But for now I don't want you getting yourself into a situation you are not capable yet to handle., especially cause..."

"Cause I'm a girl?..." I grumble

"No Carter because you're young and hu..." My dad strictly stops dead mid sentence. All the more I was curious yet confused now.

"What are you saying dad? You can't just hide all the dangers of the world from me forever." Dad gets up to come over and pat my arm with a sigh.

"All I am saying is that you need to be aware of your surroundings. As you get older you see more of the darkness in the world and how to handle it. Does that make sense?" I nod. I try to be sensitive to my his rules because of the death of my mother. He was always cautioning me since I was a kid of both the evident and secret dangers in this world. Though I knew there was more to his warnings than he led on. When I was younger, I just thought it was him being a parent, a protector. But as I got older I started seeing that my dad was hiding something, something he was protecting me from.

Now dad is protective and passionate as ever about his line of work as a criminal investigator. Yet he never discussed his work in detail or what his role was. I did know that he was apart of a classified bureau. Knowing that it was a secret meant it was seen as important to keep hidden away from the rest of society. All I knew was he was gone most of the time from dawn till dusk. Some nights, I never even heard him come in. He comes home exhausted, yet determined. Despite his strict rules and tough exterior, in the end he still was a loving father who was trying his best to raise his teenage daughter without her mother in her life. I just wish I was more apart of his. I get up to head back to my room.

"See you tomorrow." I say to him yet his hand grabs my arm. "Sweetie, please do not forget what I told you." He looks to me in a subtle urgency. I nod. This is the first time in awhile he's used such a term of affection towards me. I now know he meant what he said as a father to his daughter.

"I'll be careful, I promise." He nods back, letting my arm go for me to go back to my room and lie down. The images of my last dream still raging in my mind. Evelyn, the blood. Liza calling out for me...

"Soon you will want this? What was this dream about? It was only a dream right? And what was my dad so afraid of? What did he see that could have made it so important for him to warn me tonight?"

All these thoughts hurt my head. I close my eyes, drowning out my thoughts into sleep.