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Hi there. SORRY! The last week was spent on exams and exams only. UG! I feel so bad! Here is chapter 4, Real?.

OMG I don't think I could ever apologize enough to make this up to you. It has been so long. PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I will make sure that this chapter is extra long with lots and lots of special surprises inside :)

Chapter 4- Real?

When I woke up I noticed I was in my room back at the apartment. I was confused. The last thing I remember was talking to Nick. I sighed. It was bad enough that I couldn't remember how I got here, but it is even more upsetting that I never settled things with him. I set up, stretching and looking around the room. I got up to put on a change of clothes. I can't remember what I dreamt about but it must have been scary because I was sweating. I opened my closet to find it completely empty. That's…kind of weird. I looked around my room, and none of my stuff was here anymore. I saw light coming through the window, but all the lights were off.

I walked out into the hall. There were no lights on there either. I spotted a cluster of suitcases on the floor in the kitchen. I hesitantly walked over to them and spotted a note on the top of the biggest suitcase.

Mae,

You were fast asleep and we couldn't wake you!

Gosh, your father even tried pouring water on you but it was like you were in a trance.

I felt my shirt only to find that it was soaked So, I guess I wasn't sweating in my sleep. I mused.

We had no choice but to leave without you. I'm sure you are big enough to get there by your own. The next flight is at 7:00 at terminal 8 down at the Seattle airport if you aren't up before the 5:00 flight.

Those boys were nice enough to buy the tickets for us. This will be a great experience for us. Call us when you get there, and think of this as me finally trusting you as a young adult.

Love, Mom.

My mind was blank, and I didn't know where we were going or why. I looked at the clock. 5:30. I began to…freak out, for lack of a better term. Did everyone leave? I picked up the phone and dialed Sam's number.

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Hello, you have reached Sam and Em-" I turned the phone off and dropped it on the floor, wobbling over to the couch and collapsing. Not even Seth waited for me. I don't even know where I'm going, but all I know is that everyone I know is. This didn't make any sense. The way Mom wrote it, it seems like I already know where we are going.

I deiced that I have to just suck it up and go. I can't very well stay here by myself. After taking a shower and doing my hair and make-up (which I had gotten used to *cough* Alice *cough*), I was in my car, heading to the airport.

My hands shook the whole way to the airport. I clutched my ticket in my hand, knowing that it would be the only thing that could take me to Seth. I'm sure I cried at some point. I couldn't wrap my mind around everything. Why didn't I know where we are going? And, why didn't Seth wait for me? This is so not like him. I began to think that I might be dreaming. I pinched myself, just to make sure, and was surprised at how awake I actually was.

I pulled into the parking lot, and mentally prepared to walk bravely into the unknown. I took a deep, shaky breath. I couldn't rap my mind around this. Is it some sort of short term memory loss? I have no clue who those boys are that mom mentioned in the note, where I'm going, or why. All I know is that everyone is there and I am all alone.

With effort, I push those thoughts out of my mind and turn the car off, hopping out and grabbing my bags. I need to be brave.

The security line took longer than it ever has. When I finally got to the front, and the man asked me for my ticket, I realized it was the first time I had ever looked at it. I also decided that I didn't want to look at it. I quickly handed the ticket to him.

"Okay, when you get off your flight to JFK, you are going to want to head down to terminal 15.' He tells me. "That flight should leave in about a half hour." He smiles warmly at me. "Have a nice trip."

Dazed, I thank him, and make my way through the rest of security. So far, I know I'm going to New York City. That's where JFK is right? I'm almost positive. But, where am I going from there. I decide to cross that bridge when I get there.

Since I still have an hour or so until my plane boards, I grab a muffin and an iced cappuccino from Starbucks. I sit there quietly outside terminal 8 and wait for my plane to NYC to arrive. There is a TV hanging on the wall that is displaying a re-run of that old show, Scrubs. I watch the show with blank eyes, and soon that is all I know, I basically forget where I am.

"Flight 235 for JFK, now boarding!" I hear over the loud speaker, and hop out of my seat. I have my one carry on with my cell phone, iPod, book, and the ticket for my next flight in it. The ticket is at the bottom, as I hope to avoid it for as long as possible.

The flight to New York is long; longer than I expected. There is nobody in the seat next to me, which only serves to make me feel even more alone. I just sit there, and gave out the window, watching as the people, cars, buildings, and eventually entire cities turn into ants. When we are above the clouds, and I'm sure they are all I can se for miles, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift into a deep and rewarding sleep.

The strawberry blond flight attendant wakes me up when we are landing, and tells me to buckle up. The plane lands safely, and since I'm not in a hurry, I left everyone else off first. Almost everyone else here is a business person and they are always in a hurry. I groggily make my way down the isle and off the plane.

I make myself aware of my surroundings and find myself in the biggest airport I have ever seen. I find the nearest employee and ask them where terminal 15 is, since I have no idea how to find my way around this place. When I get there, I sit there bouncing my knees, waiting to board the plane. I still haven't looked at the ticket, and don't know where I'm going. I'm still holding that one off as late as I can.

I decide to rest my eyes for a little bit. In retrospect, that wasn't the best idea. When my eyes shut, all the ambient noises of the airport come to a stop. It is as if everyone is gone. Although kind of creepy, and totally unexplained, it is nice. I know I'm not asleep, I can feel it. My eyes are just closed. Maybe, it is just some weird ear condition where if you're stressed enough, and close your eyes, all noises stop. Hey, you never know. I sure didn't think it was possible to morph into a werewolf, but that happens. This is the best explanation I have, that is, until I hear footsteps. I instantly, stop breathing, and close my eyes tighter.

"Mae" a voice calls.

My body freezes.

"Don't be shy." The voice says. I notice the Irish tint to his voice.

I'm still frozen. Maybe this is a dream or something.

"Open your eyes."

I don't.

"Do it, Mae" the voice says. "I order you to."

Then the strangest thing happens. Totally against my will, my eyes pry open. When, they do, I'm looking at an old man. He looks Irish, as his voice implied, and he seems like he has seen more than someone should in their lifetime. In fact, he doesn't even look human.

"Who are…" I try to ask, but suddenly my mouth is shut, and I can't open it.

"Shh, don't speak." He tells me, but it feels more like an order.

"Mae, you are going to so something for me." He says. "When you arrive, you are to leave the ones you are with. They are outsiders. And as for the wolf of yours, you are to never speak to him again." He tells me. My eyes go wide and I am struck with panic. "Any questions?" he asks, and I can speak again.

"Who are you?" I almost yell.

He has a sort of questioning look in his eyes, but decides to answer me anyway. "It's more a matter of "what" than "who"" he tells me. "I am the spirit that flows in all of the Dublin wolves. You of all should know that."

I am so confused.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask him.

He ignores my question. "Do what I ask, my daughter, and no harm will come to you." He says. "I'll be watching."

And, with that, my eyes slam shut again, and the ambience of the airport returns. On my own will, I slowly open my eyes, to see that airport as it was. I'm gasping uncontrollably, and some people start to stare. I force myself to stop.

"Terminal 15 is now boarding." Says a voice over the speaker. "Flight 549 to Dublin."

Dublin!? As in "The spirit of the Dublin wolves…"?

With fear probably extremely present in my face, I board the plane…

0o0o0o0o0

Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but really, what doesn't these days. This is how it started:

I get on the plane, and take my seat. A few minutes later, a man sits down next to me, when I turn to see who it is I see that "spirit guy" as I like to call him. I ask him what he is doing here. He just says "excuse me?" I blink, and see that it is just another guy. I apologize, and turn back to the window.

When the plane landed in Dublin, almost everyone I pass is wearing spirit guy's face for about three seconds, and it disappears. I guess this is what he means by "watching me". This whole thing has really become a joke to me. I call my parents.

Mom answers after three rings.

"Mom, I'm here." I tell her.

She almost jumps with joy that I got here safe, and says that she will get someone to send Seth to come pick me up. With the mention on Seth, I remember what spirit guy told me about leaving Seth, and the rest of the pack. I look over my shoulder to see another spirit face staring at me. I blink it away and sit on the closest bench to wait for Seth.

I have to say, those were the most nerve-racking moments of my life; waiting for Seth. I played the scene over and over in my head, where he would finally walk in those doors and my heart would drop to the floor, and then fly back up to my mouth, producing a giddy squeal. I would get up, and throw my arms around him, giving him a quick peck on the mouth, and telling him how much I love him. We would hold hands and walk out of there calmly. I would never get tired of moments like that.

But, I didn't expect what really happened.

I saw Seth walking in the door before he saw me. He looked emotionless and bored. I hate to say this, but he looked dead. He was looking around for me, but I didn't call him over at first, this was so strange that I couldn't look away. He was diffidently not the happy-go-luck werewolf I know and love…a lot.

"Seth!" I called, and the most amazing thing happened.

Seth's eyes pop. His head shakes. He looks around, like he is even more lost than before. To me, he looks like he just got out of a dream, or deep sleep. His eyes flint frantically around; he is looking for me again. He is smiling now, just like the real Seth.

"Seth!" I call again, smiling now too.

The second he spots me, there is no stopping him. He runs towards me. That's right runs. Sure, we are receiving some funny looks, but who cares. When he reaches me, he throws me up in the air. His mouth collides with mine like a train that I never saw coming. In the middle of this frantic kiss, something occurs to me. We have only been apart for one day. Sure I was pretty torn up but I wasn't expecting this. This is when it gets stranger.

Seth's lips move to my ear, and I figure he is going to whisper something sweet in my ear like usual. But what he says is "Help me."

He pulls his head back, and I look at him in shock. His face is displaying fear. Pure, uncontrolled fear. Seth isn't afraid of anything. If big scary vampires can't scare him, what can?

"What is it?" I whisper.

"Something is wrong here, Mae. You shouldn't have come. They are evil, don't listen to them. They will brainwash you against me, against your parents, against Claud and Nick. You don't understand…" he babbles on about the horrors of these people. I find myself unable to stop listening to him, mostly because I have no clue who these people are.

In the middle of Seth's rant, a man bumps into me, pushing me into Seth. I turn around to find another spirit guy looking at me. This one seems different. I stare at him for a while, but he doesn't disappear. I blink as hard as I can, but he still isn't gone.

The man reaches out and grabs my arm. The second this happens, everything disappears again.

"What did I tell you?" he yells.

I stare at him, scared to death.

"You stay away from him!" He yells.

When I realize that this is all probably a hallucination, I yell back at him. "What are you going to do about it!?"

Without warning, he raises his hand above his head, and it comes down hard on the side of my face. I cry out in pain, and stumble back from him.

"Let that be a warning." He says. "Stay away from them."

He disappears, and I'm back standing in front of Seth as he babbles on.

"Seth." I cut him off. "I don't trust them." I tell him truthfully, because now, I think I know who they are. "We can stay together, don't you dare fall for their tricks." I tell him. I am truthfully scared now.

He is staring at my cheek, which seemed to have stopped hurting. "What happened there?"

"What is it?" I ask. I'm sure it didn't leave a mark.

"Oh my god, Mae!" he said, running his hand down my cheek. "You have a giant scar on your face!"

I saw a bathroom right in front of me, by the exit, and practically ran to it. I gasped when I looked into the mirror. There was three long scars, that kind of looked like wolverine sliced my face. I almost fainted. It looked exactly like Emily's. I leaned in closer. I saw the strangest thing.

On one of the long scares, there was a very small message that seemed to be engraved in my face:

"I belong to Dublin"

OMG! Haha. Please review, and if you know anyone who reads this story, please tell them about the sequel. I don't think everyone knows about it yet :) thanks

~Izzie