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BPOV

I woke up, feeling like hell. I was lying in the mud, my hair wet, my clothes wrecked. But that didn't matter. I looked up and saw trees all around me, night closing in. Slowly I stood and looked around. More trees. I realized quickly that I was in the woods. Other then that, I had absolutely no idea where I was.

CPOV

I was sitting alone on my couch, watching the flickering flames in the fireplace. There were stunning. I could look at them all day, all night. Forever. Suddenly the flame went out, and a chill came over me.

"Who's there?" I called uselessly. No answer. Despite my fear, I became unbearably tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. Giving in, I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes for just a moment.

"Cal," I heard the voice I despised so much.

"Hunter," I cried. "Where are you? What are you doing? How are you doing this? Courtney…"

"Relax," Hunter said, and suddenly he was there, his green eyes cold and his skin so pale it made him look dead. "I'm not doing this."

"What's going on?" I demanded angrily.

"Relax," Hunter said again. "Believe me, I wish I knew." How could he possibly be so calm? It infuriated me. "I'm not any happier about this then you," he added. "But I feel there are things to be said. Let's talk."

"I don't want to talk," I snapped. Hunter gave a half smile.

"Yes you do," he said. "You want to know what I think of you, don't you? What Morgan thinks of you? Well, to tell you the truth, we don't talk about you much." I glared at him, wanting to murder him right there and then. "I forgive you, by the way," he added.

"Forgive me?" I spat. "Forgive me for what?"

"Well, reluctantly said, I do forgive you," Hunter said. "Forgive you for being naturally evil. Like I said, I'm not happy about it. Not in the least."

"Well, I suppose I forgive you, too," I mumbled reluctantly.

"For being born?" He guessed. "I suppose neither of us had much of a choice."

"That doesn't mean I like you," I warned. "I still hate you."

"And I you," Hunter agreed. "Now, with that said, let's talk. Why don't you sit?"

"There's nowhere to sit," I pointed out challengingly. Hunter chuckled, a horrid sound.

"Cal," he said, amusement in his eyes. "This is a dream. You can do whatever you please."

A chair appeared out of nowhere. It was big and red and looked very comfortable. But it wasn't as red as my ears probably were. I sat in it and stared at him. Hunter didn't sit anywhere and I didn't want him to. I stared at him and he stared at me, and then he spoke.

"Why'd you do it, Cal?" he said. "Why'd you tell Courtney all those things?" I smiled.

"She hates you," I said. "I hate you. And to tell you the truth, Courts is actually very cool, very sweet, and very hot. We were dating for a long while, and when she told me she used to date you," I shook my head. "I decided to help her by showing her a single spell." Hunter sighed.

"The power-sapper," he said under his breath. "And a really strong binding spell?"

"Man, you are a great guesser," I said. Hunter sighed again. Where does he get all that air, I wondered.

"Look, Cal," he said. "You want to know what Morgan and I think of you?" I nodded, keeping my eyes glued on him. "To tell you the truth, the subject doesn't come up much," New anger surged through me. Hunter sensed it and sighed. Again. "When it does," he continued. "I have to struggle to keep myself from exploding with anger. I don't like you." I rolled my eyes. I knew that already. "So Morgan doesn't mention you much," he went on. "And that's perfectly understandable. You get that, right?"

"I'm not six," I said.

"Anyway," Hunter said as if I hadn't spoken. "She doesn't tell me what she thinks. But I suppose I could probably guess."

"I can do that," I pointed out irritably.

"Yes, but I'm her muirn beatha dan," Hunter said. "My guess will be more accurate." I rolled my eyes.

"Right," I said.

"Well," Hunter went on. "She doesn't hate you, to my displeasure. Despite what I tell her, despite how many times I warn her, she won't hate you." He shook his corn silk-colored head.

"Hmmm," I said. Hunter's eyes narrowed.

"Don't get any ideas," he snarled. "If you hurt her, I will personally find you, wherever you are, bind you with the strongest spells you've ever seen, you won't even be able to think, and I will throw you into the Hudson." I cracked a half-smile.

"Not if I hurt you in the process," I pointed out. Hunter's eyes narrowed more.

"You'd better not," he growled. I laughed.

"Like you could ever stop me," I said. What was I doing? I thought. Then I remembered: there was no way I was ever going to be nice to Hunter Niall. "You're a mistake," I went on.

"Like you're any better," he said so quietly I could hardly hear him. "You're going to regret this." I just laughed.

I awoke, wondering what was going on. I looked around at the dark scene, and then I remembered my dream. I grinned. Things just got a tiny bit easier.

Here's chapter 17. Look, here's something to review about other then 'I like it' or 'I don't.' I'm not saying I'm anywhere near done with this – I don't even know how long this is going to be. But still, I want to know what you want from me next. I know my cousin likes Twilight, but I don't know about the rest of you, so I'd like to know if you'd like something else to read while I write a Sweep Twilight combo. I've got an Alwyn idea and a Linden idea and a girl-in-a-mirror idea for Sweep alone. But if you're okay with Twilight, then tell me so, and I'll get on it. Actually I already have. But here are your choices.

Alwyn comes to Widows Vale and becomes friends with Mary K.

Linden comes back from the dead

Morgan sees a girl in a mirror that knows everything that's going to happen to her

Edward Cullen appears in Cal's mirror

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