Hello everyone! The seventh chapter already! I know I'm posting a lot, but I just have too much free time. I still go to school, (I'm seventeen) but school just has been easy on me for now. That's so wonderful haha ;)

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On with the story now!

Chapter 7: What do you remember?

I was dreaming again. But this time, it was a different dream. This didn't feel surreal to me. I was in the kitchen of a house, it was his house, I didn't know how I knew, I just knew. He was there too. He was coming towards me, his expression dark, but somehow also hurt, and I've never felt more afraid in my entire life. I backed away and started running towards the front door. I managed to slip out of reach of his hands, which were grabbing for me, and exited the door. I didn't know where I was headed, I just ran. I had to get away from him.

I ran towards the road, heard the squealing noise of the breaks of a car who had to stop all of a sudden, and felt a sharp pain in my side. I've just been hit by a car, I thought.

I heard the door of the car opening, and the driver ran up to me. He helped me up, asking if I was alright. I nodded my head quickly, not forgetting why I had been running in the first place.

"Tori!" I froze when I heard him calling out my name. I looked up and to the right, and saw him running straight at me.

I panicked, hit the driver of the car so he would let me go and started running again.

Running towards the woods on my left side, I was glad it was dark outside which meant he couldn't see me very well.

I entered the woods and it immediately got pitch black. That didn't matter to me, my eyesight had always been extraordinary. I could see just enough to keep the falling to a minimum, but still I fell a few times, leaving scratches and dirt on me.

I looked behind me, but I couldn't see him.

In the distance, I saw the lights of a road and ran towards it. I had just reached the side of the road when a car was coming up. I didn't hesitate and ran, this time consciously, on the road to stop the car. The car managed to stop just inches away from me. I let out a cry of relief and ran up to the passenger side of the car. I jumped in and shouted at the driver to drive away as fast as he could. I then turned to the window and froze as I saw him standing between the trees, watching me with a face of grief, like he had lost something. That was the last thing I saw before everything that had happened the past hour started to take its toll on me and I blacked out.

I jerked up, wide awake. This had been a memory! This was what had happened to me before I jumped in front of Wills car!

I crawled out of bed and paced to the couch where Will was still sleeping. Feeling too psyched to let him sleep, I shook him awake. "Will, Will get up! Will! Wake! Up!"

He groaned and looked at me. As he saw my expression he went to sit straight right away. "What is it?" he asked me with a concerned look on his face.

I sat down next to him and looked at him with a serious expression. "I remember" I said. "I remember what happened the night I ran in front of your car."

His eyes widened as I said that. "How do you know?" he asked me.

"I just dreamt about it! It came to me in a dream!" I almost shouted.

If he was shocked by the way I was acting, he hid it very well. "So, what did happen?" he asked me.

"I was in Hannibal's house and suddenly felt very afraid, I had never felt more afraid in my life. He then started to walk up to me, his face twisted in this dark but hurt expression, and I ran off. I managed to slip out of reach of his hands and ran out the door. Then I ran into the road and got hit by a car, which probably explains the broken ribs." I said. "I then heard him yell my name, not my full name, but my nickname 'Tori', and saw as he was running towards me. I ran off again, into the woods. I managed to plough through the woods in the dark and ran up to the road, in front of your car. He was watching me from between the trees as I jumped into your car, his face filled with grief, as if he had lost something. And you know what happened from there."

Will thought for a moment. "Do you remember anything else or just this?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Just this. But it's a start" I said hopefully.

"It is" he nodded. He flicked his gaze up to me, as if he had just thought of something. "Do you know why you ran off in the first place? What had made you so afraid?"

I hadn't thought of that earlier, but that didn't seem to matter, because I didn't know anyway. I shook my head again.

He just nodded his head, deep in thought. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I thought of Hannibal.

"Will, he scares me, a lot. I'm terrified of him. He can't find out I remember what happened. Because if he does, he would want to attack me again. But if he thinks I simply don't remember, he might leave me alone and then he can't hurt me" I rambled.

Will put his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "I won't let him hurt you, I promise. I'll take care of you, I won't let him hurt you. Shhhh it's okay." He said while stroking my raven black hair.

I hugged him back tightly and felt my breath become steady again. I hadn't even realized I had started to hyperventilate.

When my breathing had returned to a normal pace again, Will let go of me held my face between his hands, stroking away the tears that had slipped out without me even noticing. God I was so clueless these days.

I put my hand over one of Wills and looked him in the eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me, silently asking me a question. You okay again? I understood and nodded my head, a small smile on my face. He let go of me and leaned back on the couch a bit.

Just as I wanted to thank him, we both jumped at the sound of his mobile ringing. Will got up and answered it. Apparently there had been another killing. Another girl to add to the list, I thought bitterly.

We got ready, had breakfast and left Wolf Trap again. We had packed some stuff, as we would be staying in a motel in Minnesota.

When we arrived at the crime scene, I immediately turned away, facing the part of the field which wasn't filled with cops and forensics. I had to turn away, because I was feeling sick and I didn't want to throw up.

The dead girl, was impaled on the antlers of a prize head. She was covered in blood and as they talked about her and the case, I heard Zeller say her lungs were removed from her body when she was still alive.

I then blocked their conversation out, not wanting to hear any more about what this cannibal had done.

After a while of standing there, Will came up to me and softly told me we were leaving.

Once back in the car, we drove off to the motel where we would be spending the night.

Will told me in short, without any gruesome details, what had happened. Apparently this hadn't been the same killer as the one who had killed Elise Nichols, this was a copycat. Another cannibal. Great. Just what I needed.

We arrived at the motel and checked in. One tiny problem: they only had rooms left with a double bed. So we would have to be sleeping together in the same bed. It didn't really bother me, but it did seem to make Will feel a bit uncomfortable.

We entered the room to drop off our stuff and went into town. We had lunch and went to do a bit of shopping, as I realized I really needed a mobile. I needed to be able to call Will if something were to happen. Will agreed with me and we had bought one. I thanked him and we went back to our motel room.

For the rest of the afternoon, we just sat down, me on the bed and he on a chair at the table. We talked and talked and talked. I got to know all about him, just as I wanted to when we had first met.

After that, we went back out to have dinner, and we spent the rest of the evening reading in our books.

I yawned and put my book down. "Let's go to sleep." I said as I saw Will was also almost drifting of.

I went to the bathroom to turn into my pajamas and when I got back out, Will had also turned his on.

I walked up to the bed and crawled underneath the sheets. I looked over to him when he didn't get into bed, a questioning look on my face. "Is there a problem, Mr. Graham?"

He swallowed and got underneath the sheets. "Not a problem at all" he muttered and turned on his side, his back facing me. I sighed and turned the lights off. You can be such a child sometimes, I thought.

He was asleep pretty fast, but I remained awake, not being able to sleep. I thought of the events of the day, and of him. I still wondered how I could have felt like I loved him in the first dream, but in real life and in the second dream I was absolutely terrified of him.

I looked back over at Will and thought about what he had said earlier, about him protecting me. Could he have meant that? Or had he just said it to calm me down?

As I was thinking of this, I saw him shiver in his sleep. Probably another nightmare, I thought. Still, I hated watching him when he was having a nightmare. I got closer to him and started stroking his back with my hand, trying to calm him down. He suddenly rolled over and slipped his arms around me, pulling me close against him.

I looked up at him in shock and surprise, and noticed he was still sleeping, he was doing it in his sleep. I relaxed a bit and rested my head against his chest. Suddenly feeling very tired, probably caused by the calming effect he had on me, I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

I didn't dream that night.