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Chapter 1

Family History Part 1

The familiar smells of bacon, eggs, and toast awoken Christine up from her sleep. Christine looked over at the clock, which read 6:50, and laughed to herself.

"If I smell breakfast this early, that can only mean one thing," Christine said to herself, as she gotten out of bed. "The boys are here and Z's cooking."

Christine walked out of her room and down the hall. No sooner when she was in the hall, the same voice from last night calls out to her again.

"Christine… Come back to me, Christine… Come back…"

Christine stopped dead in her tracks and looked around her. This time, the voice sounded like a desperate plea, almost begging to her. The voice sounded so lonely, sad and very familiar. Christine just shook it off and walked down the hall and into the living room.

There she was greeted by three of her closest friends; Matthew Turner, Carter Blaine and Zelos Valentine. Christine then saw her best friend, roommate and Zelos's sister, Zoey Valentine in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for everyone.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Had a rough night again?" Zelos asked Christine, referring to the bags under her eyes and her unruly curly brown hair.

"Yeah, I kinda did. It seems to be getting worse." Christine answered, plopping down in a chair.

"Was it the dream again?" Zoey asked from the kitchen, as she took the orange juice out the refrigerator.

"You guessed it." Christine replied.

"How long have you been having them, Chris?" Carter asked Christine.

"For about six months now." Christine said, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"You went to see somebody about those dreams yet?" Matt asked.

"I did. I went to see some dream specialists and they believe it has to do something with my family history." Christine answered. "That's why I had my parents send me some of the old family journals. Plus, I need them those journals for the project in history class."

"Speaking of that project, did you bring the trunk from home, Zel?" Zoey asked her brother.

"Yeah, sis, it's in my car. They guys and I will bring it up after breakfast before we leave for the university." Zelos answered.

"Good, 'cause breakfast is ready." Zoey said, as she, Zelos, Carter, Matt and Christine went into the dining area.

After breakfast, the boys brought up the trunk into the apartment, as Christine went into the bathroom and took a shower. The warm water seems to make Christine feel a bit more relax, making her forget about her dream. After her shower, Christine wrapped a large towel around her and went into her room to get dress. Christine walks out her room wearing a long sleeved navy blue top, blue jeans and black high heels. Then she went back into the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

"Chris? Chris, are you still in the bathroom?" Zoey called from the living room.

"Yeah, Z, what's up?" Christine answered back.

"I think you need to see this right now." Zoey said, sounding serious.

Christine finished brushing her teeth, brushed her hair and went into the living room. She saw the boys were already gone. Zoey, dressed in a red top, blue shorts and tan wedge sandals, was looking through an old black trunk. Zoey was sitting down in front of the trunk with two old looking journals in her lap.

"Z, what's wrong?" Christine asked, sitting down next to Zoey. "You're as pale as a sheet."

"Chris, you know those dreams you've been having? I think my family history has something to do with it." Zoey answered, facing Christine.

"What do you mean, Z?" Christine asked, confusion written on her face.

"Read this." Zoey replied, handing Christine a journal. "That's from my ancestor, Valerious the Elder."

Christine took the journal and opened it to where the book marker was.

"Today was a day of a great tragedy for me. My son, Vladislaus Valerious, lost his one true love. Her name was Christine. The people of our village accused Christine of bewitching my son and of being a witch. Believing he could free my son from her hold, Gabriel, my son's closest and dear friend, gave up Christine to the people." Christine read. "And she was…burned at the stake while my son watches in agony."

"Now, if that's not a coincidence, then I don't know what is." Zoey said.

"It's just like the dream I've been having." Christine said, as she turned the page.

When Christine looked at the next page, she let out a small gasp. On that page was a picture of a young man with long raven black hair and dark eyes, dressed in royal-like robes.

"What's wrong, Chris?" Zoey asked her best friend.

"Z, do you see this picture?" Christine asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" Zoey asked, looking at the picture.

"Zoey, that's him." Christine answered. "That's the man from my dreams. That's Vlad."

Author's Notes:

It looks like there's more to this family history that meets the eye. What's the connection between Christine's family and Zoey's family? You'll just have to wait for part 2 to find out. The next chapter should be up soon I hope. So please read, review, and stay tuned...