When I open my eyes, I'm in Jesse's living room, laying on the couch. The lights are turned off and its dark in the room. The only light coming in the room was from the outside lights by the pool.

Why does he keep knocking me out? I wonder. I was starting to get really annoyed.

I get up from the couch and walk around the room, trying to find a light switch. My hand searches the wall, coming up empty. Suddenly, the lights come on.

"Looking for something?" Jesse asks, behind me.

"Yeah," I turn around, facing him. "The light switch."

"It's right here," he points to the wall beside the door.

"Okay."

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asks, smirking.

"Why do you keep knocking me out?" I ask, annoyed.

"It's just easier."

"How?"

"I have my reasons."

"Which are…?"

"Stick around for a few hundred years, and you'll figure it out."

"People freak out?"

"Part of the reason," Jesse admits. "I don't usually fly when the person I'm carrying isn't unconscious."

"Why?"

"You said it yourself, they freak out."

"Why'd you bring me here, anyway?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Forget about the not telling your dorky cousin that I'm in town part. He obviously already knows. I still want revenge on him, though."

Those were the exact words from my dream. It wasn't a dream, I realized. It was a vision within a dream. I knew what was coming next.

"Let me guess…you still want to turn me, then disappear with me just to see the look on Ethan's face?" I ask.

"Pretty much," Jesse says.

I had to stop this. But how?

I remembered that when I got to Whitechapel the first time, my psychic energy kicked in. And my clairvoyance did it's job by telling me who and what I should be looking out for. Jesse especially.

Cubile Animus my mind was telling me. He had been stuck in it before, so why not again?

"Do you mind getting me a glass of water?" I ask Jesse. I needed time to stall. "I'm really thirsty."

"Sure," he says. "I'll be right back."

As soon as Jesse was out of sight, I pulled out my phone and texted Ethan.

"I need you to get over to Jesse's ASAP. And bring the Cubile Animus!" I type

"Why?" he replies.

"Just get over here with Benny and Sarah! I have an idea!"

"Ok. We'll be there soon."

Jesse comes back a moment later with a tall glass of water.

"Thanks," I say, taking the glass from him when he walks over and sits on the couch beside me. I gulp down the glass, so he won't become suspicious.

He slides over on the couch, closing the space between us. He leans in and kisses me. He pulls away and looks into my eyes. Just like in my dream. He leans back in, like I'm expecting, and we start kissing again. Also in my dream, I know that this is wrong because of Benny. I pull away.

"I can't…" I trail off.

"Let me guess…the dork?"

I nod, silent.

My phone doesn't go off, like it did in my dream. I guess my vision and dream mixed together while I was sleeping. This Seer thing was beginning to become a pain in the butt.

Jesse gets up and pins me to the couch, apparently getting fed up with my stalling. He leans down and rips a hole in my shirt, exposing my neck.

I knew what was coming next. Ethan had better get here before it was too late.

He leans in closer, fangs bared.

I knew it was coming, I was just waiting to feel a prick.

"Hey!" says someone. "Don't you know that it's rude to steal someone else's girlfriend?"

I sigh in relief as Jesse stands up straight, turning to face Benny and Ethan.

"Hello, dorks," Jesse says, instantly peeved.

I get up and make a bee-line to Benny, embracing him when I get to him.

I look over at Ethan and I see him holding the Cubile Animus behind his back. He locks eyes with me and nods.

"I really hope you enjoyed your last trip to Whitechapel," I say to Jesse.

He looks at me confused, "Huh?"

"Ethan," I holler. "Now!"

Jesse looks over towards Ethan, who's opening the Cubile Animus.

Once it's opened all the souls trapped inside attack Jesse and he's automatically struggling. Within minutes he's gone.

"Great idea, cuz," Ethan says.

"You better not let that out of you sight," I warn Ethan.

"Never again," Benny comments.

"Let's get out of here," I say. "I wanna go home."

When we leave the house, Benny and I are clinging to each other, happy that I wasn't a vampire