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Chapter 3- Dreams

There were flowers everywhere. I sat down on a boulder just feet away from me and took in the environment. It wasn't woodsy, but green and fresh. The air smelled like dew and fresh cut grass. I closed my eyes and breathed the sweet scent. Something in the distance broke the silence slightly and I got up and followed it. There wasn't a dangerous feel to what I was doing; it felt care free and playful. I skipped into the meadow in front of me. I know it sounds cheesy but, it seemed like the thing to do at the time. The noise came again to the right of me under a canopy of trees. I squinted and saw a figure under the trees. I smiled although I didn't know who it was. I had a strange feeling that everything would be fine. I started running towards the trees, and when I got closer I saw that it was Seth under the trees. I sighed his name under my breath and full on sprinted towards him. He ran to meet me and pulled me into a loving embrace. He held me for what seemed like forever. I melted in his arms.

Suddenly another noise broke the silence. Seth let go of me and looked me in the eyes with a shocked expression. I didn't understand what was going on. I heard a wolf howl; it sounded close. And, with that the sound left me ears. I could no longer hear the birds chirping or the foggy winds blowing. My shocked eyes dashed around wondering what was going on. Seth mouthed "run" to me, but my feet wouldn't budge. I had a feeling he was in danger. Seth's head suddenly spun towards the woods. He covered his ears cringing at a noise that I still couldn't hear. Looking in the direction of the woods, I saw three wolves coming from the woods. I could see that they were howling, but I still couldn't hear. Seth kept mouthing "run" to me, but I was confused and my feet still wouldn't move. The pack of wolves kept running, and howling. I suddenly realized that they were coming towards us, probably trying to kill us. That's when I tried to run like Seth told me to and realized that my feet were stuck. I looked down and saw that my feet were planted in the ground. I scream, producing a ringing noise in my ears, and tried to free them. The wolves were getting closer. I struggled to move my feet. Seth was still telling me to run. I didn't understand this. Seth took my face in his hands and mouthed. "I love you" and kissed me roughly and passionately. There were tears streaming down his face as well as mine. He stepped back from me, as the wolves finally got to us. It was then that I realized they were focused on Seth. I scream his name which only produced another ringing noise. The leader launched himself at Seth. I scream again and struggled violently to move my feet. I closed my eyes tight. I finally heard something; an earsplitting scream. I looked up to see the wolf with Seth's head in his mouth. I scream his name again and sank to my knees, noticing that my feet weren't in the ground anymore. I buried my face in the ground, sobbed and scream not caring that those wolves were going to kill me, because I was nothing without Seth.

"Mae" I heard someone say with a very thick Irish accent. I looked up to see a group of men in front of me wearing shorts. It immediately clicked that these were the ones that killed my Seth. I got up and started screaming at them, slapping, punching a kicking all over the place.

The man put his hand on my shoulders and stopped me "You had to see that." he said. "He isn't one of us." I looked at him with murder in my eyes and scream at him incoherently since I was incapable of words.

"She's a feisty one." chuckled a man behind him, also with a thick Irish accent.

"She sure is." laughed the first one. He offered me his hand. "I'm Michael."

"Do you think she's okay?" Claire said

"I'm fine." I murmured and opened my eyes. Everyone in the living room was standing over me on the couch. My dad was holding an ice pack on my head. And I realized I was all sweaty. "What's the big deal?" I asked getting up. Everyone was making room from me and giving me concerned looks. I really didn't want to share my disturbing dream, so I'll just pretend it didn't happen.

"You were screaming in your sleep." My mom explained. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked, feeling my forehead.

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine." I explained. "I'm just going to get something to eat. Just tell me when they get home, okay." She nodded and I made my way to the kitchen.

I silently made myself a sandwich, not noticing what I was putting on it, just thinking. What does this dream mean? Is it some sort of sign? Is Seth going to die? And, most importantly, who the hell is Michael? All these questions were running through my mind, although the dream probably meant nothing. It was just a bad dream. I decided not to mention this dream to Seth. He would just be paranoid. I mindlessly put the sandwich I just made, but spit it out when I realized I had no clue what was on it. It tasted like peanut butter, jelly, and mayo.

The day went by slow as we all waited for Claudia to wake up. We all know that Carlisle induced the coma, but she should have woken up by now. Carlisle had left a few hours ago to get some supplies so he wasn't here. He had assured us all that Claud would wake up soon.

I heard the familiar booming laugh of Quil and went running to the front door.

I smiled at my werewolves, who were laughing together. They were all surrounding Nick.

"Dude, you were totally in the zone before that nasty vamp took care of you!" Embry told him.

"Really?" Nick sounded surprised.

"Yeah man you were a killing machine. Boy, if I was undead right now I'd be sure to stay away from you." Quil added.

I was confused. I thought he remembered. "You don't remember?" I asked him.

"Not much. These guys are trying to teach me. I know who you are though.' He paused as if he was thinking. "Lets see…Italian, Irish, short but cute…" He kept thinking. He offered me his hand. "I'm Nick, and you must be Mae, my best friend."

My grin reached my ears, as I grabbed his hand. He had other ideas and swept me into a hug. "I promise I'll remember." He told me, and set me down.

"Well!" He said excitedly, "Let's start from the beginning." He grabbed a pop from the fridge and jumped onto the couch from behind it.

I smiled even wider. "Which one? The beginning as in when you were born or as in when we first got here?" I asked.

"The whole thing" he said grinning at me.

With a smile that almost broke my face I told him everything.

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"Wait, me and you?" He asked his eyes popping, and pointing to me, shocked.

"Yeah." I grinned, but then my smile fell as I remembered that whole episode. He was silently chuckling to himself as if it was too funny to believe. "What? You think that's funny?" I asked, kind of annoyed.

"No, no it's just; I can't really imagine anyone but her." He said, nodding towards Claud's door. His joking mood stopped abruptly. "Hey, do you think she will be okay?" He asked me, looking up at me with sad eyes.

I couldn't give him an honest answer. I could see now that he was faking his joking-fun-guy mood to prevent a freak out about Claudia. Covering up his true emotions was something he always does. I just looked at him sternly for a minute, not knowing what to say. "I really don't know, Nick."

He looked down at his lap. "You know what? I think I'm just going to go sit in there with her. We can continue this conversation later." He smiled at me and walked out of the room.

I laid back on the couch trying to soak up this situation. Claudia isn't "doing too hot" as she would say, my best friend doesn't remember me (although that was getting a little bit better), and I just had that horrible dream about Seth that I don't know what to make of. I picked up that now-warm ice pack that my dad was holding on my head and put it over my eyes, sighing in relief.

"Rough day?" I heard someone ask. I automatically recognized his voice, but I couldn't put ny finger on who's it was.

"You bet." I said sitting up.

The sight of him immediately set off warning bells in my head, but I didn't know who he was so I disregarded it. He was abnormally tall and muscular and looked like he was in his early late twenties. He was thick and wavy dark brown hair that he wore strewn all over the place like he didn't care. My jaw dropped at his beauty. He was gorgeous. I quickly figured out how to work my jaw and snapped it shut, hopefully before he could notice. "Are you here to see Sam?" I asked since this was Sam's house.

"No actually, I'm here to see Nick." He said and smiled at me. This is when I noticed that he seemed (for lack of a better term) pissed off. The warning bells in my head started to sound more like sirens. I scrutinized him, looking for something even remotely familiar. He was wearing loose jeans and a tee-shirt for a ban that I haven't heard of before. He seemed like an everyday guy. He noticed that I wasn't paying attention.

"Hello? Did you hear me? I said I need to talk to Nick" He repeated. I automatically noticed his Irish accent. The warning bells were now screeching alarms. I immediately decided that I wouldn't tell him where Nick was.

"Oh, well he isn't home." I said, trusting my lying skills.

He automatically became very aggressive. "You better not be lying to me." He said.

I didn't know what to say. "Who are you anyway?" I asked, trying to sound threatening myself.

"I'm Michael, but that doesn't matter." He said looking around. "I'll ask you one more time, where is Nick?"

I froze. He is Michael. I couldn't tell him where Nick is. I knew my dream was trying to tell me something. Once he said his name I recognized him.

"Look, I can just go in without asking." He said with my silence. "This," he paused and waved his arms around "is me trying to be polite."

I still said nothing. I felt like running or screaming. The only thing I knew about this guy is that he killed my boyfriend (even if it was just in a dream). There was something wrong with him.

When I remained silent he walked towards me. "You know me don't you?" He said grinning and lifting my chin with one finger. "Of course you do. You know what I can do." He laughed. "How about you and your pretty little face stay out of my way." He said.

Now, it wasn't just that I didn't want to say anything. My throat was clenched. He knows about my dream. He began to walk away and straight to Claudia's room.

"Oh, and Mae?" He said turning around. I didn't even have time to be shocked that he knew my name. "Sweet dreams." He said and waved as my eyes became droopy and I collapsed against the couch.

Claudia POV

I couldn't feel anything. And boy was that a wonderful feeling. Numbness cursed through my veins and it felt like I was floating. I was so comfortable I began to feel my consciousness slipping away. I encouraged it, I wanted to dream after the hell of a day I had just had. I didn't care what was happening in the "real world". All I knew was that I could hear Nicks' voice, a soft lovely reminder that he was alive. As long as that was true I could sleep. And so I began to fall.

I opened my eyes again. I almost started to scream, because I wasn't in my house, and as far as I know teleporting is not one of my many abilities. Then I remembered that I was dreaming, AND possibly in a coma. Cool. I know this is weird but I have always wanted to be in a coma just to see what the dreaming was like because I have heard they are spectacularly realistic. Well hell yeah. This was AWUESOME! I could practically feel the soft wind blowing against my face, the grass under my feet. It was calming and wonderful. I could see flowers everywhere and I could even hear a soft stream trickling in the background. It was the most Cliché place of peacefulness I have ever been in, and I loved it.

Suddenly I saw the one person who could make this dream better walk into my lovely place of calm. It was Nick. Something was off though, and I know it sounds conceited but when he walked in he didn't see me and then make a bee-line straight towards me, like he normally would. He saw me gave a little tilt of his head and then continued standing about 10 feet away, with his hands casually behind his back as if he was waiting for something.

That was weird, but hey I was just glad to look at him. When he was carrying me home I was a little preoccupied so I never really got a chance to appreciate how amazing beautiful my boyfriend was. The sun was hitting his skin just so and his hair hanging shaggily down, not to mention his muscle hugging shirt. YUM. As I continued to stare in an amazingly stalker-ish fashion I began noticing many other people trickling in. I knew most of them, well except for one. It was a man who was extremely tall, muscular, and Irish. He looked EXACTLY like the guy from PS. I Love You. Wow I LOVE coma dreams. While I gave him my best, I am not staring at you stare he began talking, but the weird thing was I couldn't hear him. Strange come to think of it I couldn't hear anyone. Even Nick, I saw his mouth moving but no sound was coming out.

"Hey" I said.

They didn't even turn and acknowledge that I had spoken. It was really creepy.

"HELLO" I screamed. Nothing, no response. So I went over and tapped Nick on the shoulder. It was like he didn't even feel anything. I then straight out wacked him and he didn't even wince. Either I am as pitiful in the muscle department as I thought I was or something really freaky was going on here.

Then I saw something that was absolutely HALARIOUS. Everyone, even Nick, began to bow. Yep bowing, like you would do to a king. I looked to see WHO could get Nick, the stubborn werewolf I knew and loved, down on his knees. I was snickering at myself for that surprisingly adult thought when I noticed they were bowing to the hot Irish dude.

OKAYYYYY. I thought. That's kinda weird. But hey this IS a dream.

As I was laughing at all of the weirdo's bowing on the ground I saw Mae come running in. She looked like she was in pain, but she didn't have any injuries. She was shaking her head from side to side, almost having a spasm. I saw that she had tape wrapped around her mouth. She was trying to scream. She ran over to Nick and took his hands, trying to stop him from bowing. She ran to Sam, to Embry, to Leah, to everyone who was there but she didn't even faze them. They all continued to bow, almost like they were under a spell. Then the Irish guy began to laugh. Everyone stayed on the downward position of their bow with their hands and head resting on the ground facing the Irish man, in complete submissiveness to him. The man moved from his position and swerved through the crowd of his followers until he reached Mae who was standing on the outskirts of the little circle. He was just standing there laughing in her face as Mae continued to attempt to scream. He then turned to face me. My breath sucked in, could he see me? Suddenly I wanted to wake up, this dream wasn't funny anymore. This man scared me, his calm demeanor and I-don't-care attitude just radiated inner evilness. Plus I am sorry but not even in my dreams will Nick ever get down and bow to anyone. But this man had made him, and for that I was terrified. He then reached up to his face and began to peel of his features. It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a mask.

He peeled it off revealing the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. Yep kids it was scarier than Barney. He had the head of a dog. Not a little Paris Hilton dog, but a mean, ugly street dog. His eyes didn't hold the intelligence that the werewolves' held; they were void of any emotion except for hatred. You know how people can get arrested for staging dog fights? They torture these little cute innocent puppies until they are so consumed by hatred and hunger that they will attack anything they see. They resort to their wolf instincts and could easily kill both Paris Hilton AND her little pooch. That's what this THING looked like; the hatred of a homeless starving dog, on a pretty sexy mans body. He sounded like was laughing and snarling all in one. He went over to Nick and started to kick him. He was beating him so much that I thought he was going to kill him. Nick started to try and fight back. Of course I was screaming my brains out but he just went on and on continuing to kick him.

Suddenly he stopped, but Nick continued snarling at him. He was on all fours, never having been able to fully get up from his bowing position. He was snarling and growling. I had never seen him so angry, so consumed with hatred before. Even though I have never been the slightest bit afraid of Nick, right now he terrified me. Suddenly, so quick I almost didn't see it, Nick changed. He transformed into a dog. It was as huge as the wolves themselves, but I say it was a dog because this…thing was not a wolf but something horrible. Its face held no resemblance to a human. It looked like the Irish man. It was snarling and barking. Its' eyes held so much anger that I took a step back. For the first time in the presence of Nick I was afraid for my life.

But this thing wasn't Nick. This was a dog, in the strongest sense of the word. It was terrifying but notably weak. I could see his rib bones and his fur was blotchy with cuts and bruises all over his body.

I took a step back. Mae was still trying to scream, but I was stunned into silence.

The Irish man-dog-thing came over to me and started to laugh and snarl. I was positive he could see me by now. He tilted his head toward Nick and then made a motion over towards me.

Before I could blink this dog-Nick-monster was running towards me as if he would attack me. He jumped, ready to kill me. I closed my eyes tight waiting to die.

I woke up screaming and suddenly Nick was at my side.

"Claudia, your okay, its okay, your fine." He said.

I saw his face, normal and void of all doggishness. I sighed with relief.

I hugged him, and he looked kinda surprised.

"O sorry it was just a dream, just a dream." I was saying.

I heard the door slam open. And then I heard a man with a thick Irish accent say "Where is he?" very loudly.

I stopped in my tracks, the voice sounded utterly familiar. Then I saw his face.

"Nick, bud, we gotta go okay. You can see her later." Said It.

It gave me a flick of its head in greeting and the terror swelled up in my heart so much that I stopped breathing. Then everything went black.

Hay everyone!

Thanks for reading, the end part was written by yours truly; the REAL Claudia! I hope you enjoyed it. Please submit your stories to my little Challenge thing. Just search ClaudiaElla4. So thanks for reading and make sure you review and favorite!

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