A/N: 2 in a row today! Whooppeee! But please prepare youselves. This is one of the longest chapters I've written, and by long, I mean really long. So brace yourselves!

DISCLAIMER: I wished I own the most amazing characters in my television show CSI:Miami, the lyrics from my favourite Indie-Rock band Coldplay, and some of the characters from YUMGirlAndMoltMan, but I can't. (Sulking in the corner)

Chapter 14:

Ryan's POV:

I woke up to the startling sounds of Anastasia's screams, as she sat up straight and pulled her legs closer to her, bracing herself from something. I looked up at the wall clock; it only read three in the morning.

I got up, going near, her, "Anne, sweetheart, are you all right?"

She looked up at me, eyes full of distress, while mouthing a few words, "Ryan… is that you? You're alive?" before she went on the embrace me, tight enough for a young dhampire, never wanting to let me go, "RYAN! Thank goodness you didn't leave me!" a few tears escaped her eyes as they slid down her cheeks and fall onto my lap.

I returned the embrace and soothed her back with my hands, one which could claw unto a creatures chest and will take a long time to heal, "What's wrong, Annie? I know I wouldn't leave you. Now why do you think that way?"

The door slammed open, and just as always, Marisol came first into the room, sitting on the bed next to Anne, and began soothing her with her voice, "Anne, its mum. Are you all right? Did you have a nightmare again that night?"

The head leaning against my chest rubbed up and down in agreement. Marisol sighed as she reached out her hand to rub her hair. Normally I would slap it away as being the protective one over his future fiancé, but Marisol's her mother, and I can't do that, "The dreams gone sweetheart, you're safe and sound right here at home." Horatio and Eric stood behind her, arms crossed and eyes looking more serious than ever.

After a few sobs, and much to my disappointment, she pushed herself gently away from me, and nodded her head repeatedly. I let my hand brush away some of her hair dangling in front of her face as she looked up at her mother, "I was in the woods, and then I started walking because I'm scared of being attacked. I smelt something and immediately followed the scent, and that's when I realized that the scent was caused by the rotting of a living organism and it turns out to be you guys. A voice sounded and I stood up, picking up my knife and yelling towards the empty forest, but he or she shot me and I died."

Feeling worried for her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, her back facing against me. I pulled her back gently towards my chest, and muttered a simple, "I'm sorry you've gotten scared, my little Annie," on her ears, before kissing her shoulders.

Anastasia rested her hands on my arms and shrugged. The room was silent for a moment, before I opened my mouth to speak, "Do you think the dreams can be some sort of message?"

"Could be, Ryan. I don't know for sure, but I kept on having nightmares lately, regarding vampires and werewolves, maybe it's because I am one," Anne heaved out a long sigh, leaning her head forward. I rested my chin on her shoulders, eyes full of guilt and sadness for my beloved girl.

Marisol came up with an idea, "Why don't you have a dreamless sleep? You sure do need it, after all those torturous sleeps and waking up in the wee hours of the morning. Your dad can help you."

"That's right, my love. I can, by hypnotism," Horatio sat down beside Marisol, eyeing Anne like a hawk.

"Isn't hypnotism, well you know, dangerous?" Anne was being her usual self. I could tell that she doesn't like taking risks.

"No, darling, no," Horatio raised out his hand and soothed her cheeks with his fingers, rubbing it slowly back and forth, as if respecting his daughter's feelings, "You'll just sleep and you'll wake up when I told you to. It'll be all right. Besides, you have your mother here to protect you."

"All right," Anne broke from our little embrace and set about getting comfortable on the bed, "So how do I wake up?"

"Don't worry about that love, when the alarm clock rings," Horatio went about fixing the clock for six in the morning, "You'll be up and ready to go for school, all right?"

"Hmm…Okay," Anne mumbled as I nuzzled her neck with deep affection, before getting out of the bed so that both of her parents could occupy each sides, sandwiching Annie in the middle.

With Anastasia tugged in nicely in her blanket, finding a comfortable spot on her pillow, and clutching to her two soft toys, Marisol kissed her gently on her forehead, before looking up at Horatio, "Let's do this." Eric and I just stood there, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, still doubting to ourselves whether or not this could work.

Horatio instructed her to close her eyes and to breathe in and out slowly, in which she did so. As her heart beat slowed down to a calm and relax mode, Horatio nodded to his wife, and leaned in closer to her, "When I count to ten, I want you to be able to rest without having a dream. One, two…"

As Horatio goes down the number line, sweats began rolling down my forehead. What if it doesn't work? What should I do by then? A finger poked my ribs, only to find Eric glaring at me before shaking his head, letting out a small grin before he frowned again. Hypnotism is based on belief, and I believe that my sister is telling the truth, so stop acting all worried. Anne's going to be fine.

Okay, whatever you say, I sent the thought back to him as Horatio finished counting, "…nine, ten." And sure enough, Anne's eyes are still closed, with her hands still holding on to her stuffed animals, lost in a deep sleep. Horatio bent forward and pressed his lips against her forehead in a fatherly manner, before getting up and walking towards us.

As he passed by the both of us, Eric suddenly grabbed my arm and the three of us left the room. I tried to struggle my way out, but his grip is stronger than mine. Might have been because he's older than me by age. As we walked out of the door and into the hallway, Horatio closed the door behind him and Eric pulled me towards the wall in front of us, with a big 'slam!'

"Hey! What is the deal man?" I roared back at him, completely oblivious to my little sweetheart sleeping in the room opposite us. Eric is still holding on to my left wrist, making it impossible to escape.

Horatio rubbed his temples, using his fingers to create circles just above his ears, before looking back at his employees, "Anastasia told you once that I didn't like people, especially men, to sleep with her at any time. What makes you so special?" Eric shook me, just to make sure I didn't incidentally build castles in the air.

"I… just want to accompany her, H. She's clearly having a few bad days lately," I shrugged. It's best if I tell the Lieutenant the truth now, rather than facing his punishment for lying later on.

Eric shoved me against the wall again, "Of course. Everyone would say the same thing. Why you? What do you want from her?"

Him treating me just like a useless, selfish moron completely sets me on fire. I glared back at him, not caring whether the werewolf gene is taking over me again. I could see Eric smiling, as if he's been silently asking for it the whole time, "Don't make me kill you here and now. I would, but I have Anne to think about. I love her so much and there's nothing you can do to stop me from caring for her," I spat a little into his face, "and she asked for it."

There's our real Wolfe, Eric kept on his smug expression as his free hand went on to wipe my saliva off his face, "You're nowhere near her league, Wolfe. Just forget about it."

He's pushing it way over the line, "DON'T. MAKE. ME." I solemnly looked into his eyes, jaws clenched together, letting out a fierce growl. I waited for the moment when his hands are weak upon mine, before pushing it and his body away.

"That's the spirit, Wolfe! Now come on, hit me with everything you got!" Eric mocked me, getting up from the floor and slapping his hand on his chest a few times. My growls got louder and louder as I walked up towards him, but before I could transform and attack him, savaging him of everything I could possibly get my hands to, the door, which is next to the wall that I've been pushed against, creaked open. Calleigh walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes while it adjusting towards the lights, "Hey guys. What's going on? I heard a commotion and decided to come outside."

She would then glare at Eric, "Why aren't you in bed, Delko? It's half past three in the morning and here you are making sudden noises. And look," she glanced at the hole made on the wall before turning back to the three of us, "You've been fighting in the morning? What exactly happened?"

Eric looked at me, disgust marked all over his face, as he walked towards his bride and carried her in his arms, "I'm sorry, my pumpkin. I'll tell you everything once we get into the room, all right?"

"Please don't call me that," Calleigh sulked, earning a laugh from Eric as the both of them went back to their bedroom and Eric gently shuts the door, with a small 'click'.

I turned to look back at Horatio, "Look, H. I'm sorry if I didn't ask you for your permission first. But it's just that we sparked for the first time, and I just want to keep it going. And the fact that she's a dhampire made it all worse."

Unknowingly, Horatio was standing a few inches in front of me, as his hands went on to pat my shoulders, "I've always known you're the one."

"What do you mean by that? Why didn't you tell me?" I looked away from his gaze, unto the unseeingly bright brown walls. A heard a sigh from him as the patting stopped, "You've just gotten a test, and you passed it."

"What? So you were spying at me all along?" I grumbled at the nod Horatio gave me, "Thanks a lot, H. But does that mean I get to be beside Anne for all her life?"

He let out a small smile, something that he hasn't done in a long time, maybe in forever. It feels weird seeing your boss smile, "She's free to choose. You have both of our blessings."

My heart instantly skipped a few beats, as if it was leaping and back flipping in joy. I've never felt that much happier in my life. "Yes! Thank you, H. Thank you so much!" I shook the hands of my soon to be father-in-law, and was making my way back into the room when his last sentence rang in my head, "Remember, Mr. Wolfe. If you dare hurt my daughter, I'll make sure you wished you would never have done that."

I turned to look around, but there was nothing but a gust of wind flowing through my face. Giving a slight 'Humph!', I made my way back to the bedroom.

"How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where to, where do I go?
If you never try, then you'll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?"

Anastasia's POV:

The sleep, for the first time, was comforting. I've had no nightmares, and I'm definitely recharged for the day ahead. The day passed by so quickly, or maybe it's because its just like any other day. All I could remember other than the lessons held today, was the kissing of my parents on the cheeks, telling them how much I love them and thanking them for the sleep I had in the morning, even though it's only for three hours.

The school bell rang, marking the end of another school day. I stuffed my Mathematics homework and textbooks into my backpack, along with my water bottle and my pencil case, face full of anxiety of what I am to expect this afternoon. Maxwell told us to meet up in the usual spot as he had some new investigations for us to find out. Sometimes, I do tend to wonder where he got all these 'investigations' from.

I walked straight towards the whiteboard, cleaning it of all the equations our Math teacher left today. I didn't even bother looking behind when I heard Tom snicker and yelled at the back of the class, "Anne's a nerd and our maid!", half-expecting the class to look at him again, but this time it didn't, and his heart sank. I knew deep down inside, he missed being the attention of the class. Now he's just an attention seeker.

After placing the whiteboard eraser on the designated area, I walked out of the room and went straight towards the school's library. It was as if I am in book heaven, as the large room was stocked by shelves and shelves of books, fiction and non-fiction, towering towards the ceiling. I could spend hours, if not, days, being cooped up there like a chicken in its cage, reading books of different genres, never wanting to go home.

And there in the middle of it all is a beautiful room. Some might say it is too small, but I think it's big enough, so long as all the members could fit into and be able to move around it. As I opened the door and walked towards my usual seat, Maxwell welcomed us back for another week, "Hey there guys! Welcome back to another Wednesday. I know it's been a tiring few weeks since school starts, but trust me, today's activity will blow your mind!"

I seriously can't wait.

He walked behind the teacher's desk within the room and took out a few pieces of paper. However, rather than the usual white, clean sheets of papers with printed words on it, it is of a yellowish-brown colour, and from the distance I could see that the form of message is in a handwriting. Everyone must have felt the same as me, anxiety, because all of us let out an 'Ooh!' as he gave out each piece of paper to each individual.

"Intriguing isn't it, guys? I knew you'll be refreshed as soon as you're on this task," he smiled, being a good leader for the team, "and what's more? These papers are different in clues so you'll find more adventure working alone than in a team! It's time to discover things by yourself. It's called gaining self-confidence!"

I looked at my own paper, and found out that it is written in French. It read:

"Je fournis les réponses curieux. Je leur donne la puissance dont ils ne peuvent pas découvrir en eux-memes. Je leur donne l'espoir pour l'avenir. Je les laisse l'expérience de la douleur et la joie dans le monde des visages, tous dans cette salle, en leur fournaissant les matériaux dans lesquels ils peuvent posséder."

No matter, I've learnt some French when I was young, and I guess this time I could put it into good use. After a few reads and massive flips of the French Dictionary Maxwell have provided us, I knew where the clue is leading me to:

"I provide the curious answers. I give them the power in which they cannot uncover within themselves. I give them hope for the future. I let them experience the pain and the joy the world faces, all in this place, by providing them the materials in which they can possess."

Obviously, it can't be any of the sports facilities and gatherings the school could be, and that's because of the word 'knowledge', so that leaves us with the classrooms, and the library. I took a few more glances before my light bulb flashed. 'Providing the materials in which they can possess', it has got to be a lab, and there's only one such lab in the school, which of course, is the science lab.

I quickly walked out of the room, joined by others, and chatted about our clues, before parting ways into each of the respective places. I have a bad feeling down in my gut when I joined this club, and assigned today's challenge, but I ignored it and plowed on, hoping that everything would turn out fine.

Wished I would've listened to it.