A/N:I'm glad that today's the 28th of November and that NaNoWriMo is going to be over in 2 days time, and I have finally finished this! :D Unfortunately though, it's a short story. The length of words isn't enough to make it a novel, so hopefully that is my new goal I would have to reach next year. So enjoy the new chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters by CBS and YUMGirlAndMoltMan, cause both of them deserved the credit. And so is the lyrics for the Coldplay songs. They are pretty awesome. :)

Chapter 2:

Anastasia's POV:

Instead of the usual weird dreams containing no more than centipedes and donkeys, I was greeted by a vivid nightmare:

I walked into a room that only contained walls, to find bodies littered on the floor and blood splattered everywhere, just as if it had appeared in the Final Destination or a Saw Movie. The room was eerily quiet, with the smell of death and evil lingering in the air. I ran towards one of the bodies and started examining on them, while hoping for signs of life, survival, "Hello sir! Are you all right?"

He was lifeless, like something, or someone, has drained the life out of him and all the others. His face is ghastly pale, and that there are no dried bloods around the body. There are scratches that signify a fight going on between them before he died an unfortunate death, but what truly caught my attention was that all I could see is the two distinct puncture wounds located at the crane of his neck, which obviously couldn't have fitted a needle. The realization hit me;

It was bite marks. It couldn't be a vampire, could it?

The next second a gush of wind brought me away from the room and instantly standing against a mirror, only coming face-to-face with a giant, lean build, pure white, female wolf. Its fur looked so smooth and silky; you can actually feel as if you're running your hand through it. I opened my mouth, and the wolf did the same, briefly showing fangs full of blood and dried bits in between them. As I screamed and backed out of the mirror, the wolf roared like a lion and did the same.

Unexpectedly, a black, mutated hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a whirlpool of darkness, dragging me deeper and deeper into the unknown. I couldn't breathe, couldn't scream for help. I hoped for a miracle, and a light instantly shone above me. In a flash, I zoomed up towards it, the light shining brighter and brighter as I got closer and closer.

I woke up to find that I was in my own bedroom, drenched in sweat. Mother and father have had probably heard my screams and so called "heartbeats going faster by the second", because the door leading towards my bedroom immediately swung open and I was in my mother's arms.

"Anne sweetheart, are you all right? We heard you screaming your lungs out and we immediately came here. What's wrong honey?" Mother began rocking me back and forth, while running her hand along my hair, soothing me as if I was a year old, and it worked.

I told them about the dream, about the horror in the room and the wolf in front of me. About the two puncture wounds that resembled so closely to a vampire. Mother looked into my eyes; her brown one's full of worry, and Father looking out of the window, gazing at the surroundings of the Delko-Caine house. One look made me realize that they were expecting it.

"Get ready for school, Annie. I'll be downstairs if you need me," Father ordered me with a slightly menacing tone in his voice as he abruptly went outside the door, slamming the door shut behind him as we both heard footsteps walking away.

I turned to look back at Mother, "What is going on? Why is dad acting this way?"

She would usually answer every question I had in mind, be it in school work or my daily life, which mostly includes the subject of boys, but ever since my fifteenth birthday, both of my parents have, spaced out. Especially father. I've started to get worried for them, about the big secret they are trying to hide from me.

Instead, Mother shook her head at me and looked out of the window, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. There's so much to be told, but I can't tell you now. The time will come."

It could only intrigue me even more, "What do you mean the time will come? You haven't answered any of my questions since my fifteenth birthday! What is the meaning of this? Are you to planning to get rid of me or something?" I bombarded her with more questions, each of them more painful than the last.

Mother was a strong woman, but this time her walls just, break loose, after all the questioning I gave her a week ago. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down on the floor. I noticed a red substance building up on the floor. It looked to be the same consistency as blood. "Mom, are you all right? Are you crying blood?" I edged closer to her, letting my scientist instincts take over me as I reached out my hand to touch her cheeks. Instead, she just slapped it away, before soothing it as a way of saying sorry.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be down in the kitchen doing the dishes if you need me," Mother quickly stood up, glancing at me once more, revealing the blood stained tears ruining her gorgeous face and smile, before running out of my room in a flash. I sat on the bed once more, pondering about what had happened a few minutes ago.

Firstly, there's the dream that left me speechless. It felt like it was so real, as if I have had a sense of déjà vu, like I have experienced this before. The wolf in the mirror, what is that supposed to mean? Then there's my dad's sudden departure out of my room. It's as if he knows something, and he's very unhappy about it. Could it be personal?

And what about Mother? The tears of "blood" streaming down her face? That's not common for someone who have had survived cancer and is recovering. It couldn't have been because of the medicine given to her either. I grabbed some cotton buds from the drawer of the night table and swabbed the blood, keeping it in a sealed container until I reached to the lab. I don't think they wouldn't mind letting me play their machines for awhile.

As these questions continue to surround my mind, I got up from the bed, walked up towards the bathroom door, pulling my "blues clues" towel, and stripped myself off these clothes. I went towards the shower, turning it on and feeling for the right temperature and pressure before going in. The constant pour of the little droplets from the shower seems to soothe my back, taking away all of the stress that I have been receiving from day to day, be it in school, or in this case, family. The heat even helps to calm down my nerves, enabling me to take deep, slow breaths, to focus on the day ahead of me.

Little did I realize life is going to get even more interesting.

"When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach, so
She ran away in her dreams,
And dream of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise,
Dream of para-para-paradise,
Every time she closed her eyes."

Ryan's POV:

The alarm clock buzzed and I moaned, annoyed for the disturbance of my sleep, as I tried to press the alarm clock's snooze button, only causing it to break out into little pieces, littering both the night table and the floor.

"Shoots, there goes my twelfth alarm clock this year," I grumbled to myself. So much for helping me wake up from my slumber.

I sat up straight from the side of the bed, letting my eyes take in the light from the sun as it rises above the horizon. I ran my hand across my raven hair, as I sighed to myself. "Today's the day I start a new life." At that moment, my mind instantly flew back to when I was doing patrol:

"Ryan, you are capable of doing something better than this. You're born to be an alpha! Alpha's don't do speed tickets and patrolling! And tell me you have settled your gambling debts. Look what the Russian Mob DID to you! Do you honestly think they wouldn't do it again?" my father, Don Wolfe, slammed his left fist on the table, causing a little dent on my favorite coffee table, along with a few bruises on his knuckles. His normal brown eyes glowing crimson red with a slit in the middle as he glared evilly at me. His fangs protruded out of his mouth for a second, before disappearing back into his mouth. My mother, Jessica Wolfe, was nowhere in sight, probably down in the kitchen trying to avoid my father.

I stood up, anger flaring within me for what he was forcing me to do when I don't want to, and for destroying MY stuff. The stuff that I've earned for saving and helping people around my neighborhood, even without his help or encouragement, "You can't tell me what to do father, IT'S MY LIFE AND I DON'T CARE HOW PEOPLE WANT ME TO LIVE! Just treat me like a reasonable adult and I'll fix ALL of this!"

Father laughed hysterically, almost falling onto the ground with laughter, "You think you have a way in life son? Getting things done the way you wanted it to be? I was like you when I was your age, smart, talented, and oblivious to this whole 'werewolf' thing because I thought science can't prove its existence. One day, I came to regret it, as it caught up on me. Your mother was almost killed letting in on my secret, and I regret not noticing what is happening to me, and how it affects my life, my vision of the future. As my only son, I don't want you to suffer the same fate."

I paused for a moment, digesting what was brought up to me. Me, a werewolf? Sure, my name is Ryan WOLFE, but it does not literally mean anything now does it? My ancestors are actually lycanthropes, or werewolves, the supposedly creatures of the night and the protectors of human beings against the rogue vampires?

Father eyed me for a second, understanding what I have been going through, "I know it's hard to believe son, but eventually you'll get the whole story. There's time for everything. You'd just need to prepare yourself for what is heading towards you, your transformation, your anger issues, your secret…"

I looked up at him, fear shown in my eyes, fear for the future, fear for the safety of others…

…fear for my conscience.

"So what do I do now father?"

The scene halted and I was brought back into the present. My father has given me specific information about finding one of the Miami Dade Police Department's chief investigators, also known as Lieutenant Horatio Caine. He told me that Lt. Horatio was one of the good vampires that are willing to help the werewolves in time of trouble, existing in this world for almost 200 years. It's a mystery how he could end up being a Crime Scene Investigator in such a sunny state. The trip from my hometown in New York towards Miami have had been agonizing, but I knew this was for the best.

My bottom was unwilling to push myself up, but eventually I managed to get over the laziness and head into the shower to freshen up and get ready for my first day in my new job. As I looked over at the mirror while tying my tie, I reminded myself of this:

I am Ryan Wolfe, and now I am going to live my life as the next generation of the alpha for the pack.