I'm so sorry for the late update. It has been a very hectic week. My parents were in the country (they live in France and we are in The Netherlands) and my mother in law was in the hospital for almost a week. Fortunately she's home again.

Thank you for the lovely reviews.

Chapter 3

I startle awake out of the weirdest dream I've ever had. I look at my clock and see that it is only four in the morning. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of my dream.

I'm standing in the middle of nowhere it seems. I look around and see nothing but some low to the ground bushes, snow is everywhere and the road or is it a path where I'm standing next to is barely driven on. There is no light at all. Snowflakes are obstructing the sky and it's in the middle of the night.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the crunching of footsteps on the road. I look towards the sound and I'm surprised to see a tiny figure appear. Familiar looking brown hair can be seen and my jaw drops as I notice that it is Ana. Although she looks different somehow. Her clothes are off. She's wearing long skirts, some sort of boots and animal-skin as a cape? Her breath comes out in puffs, her nose is red from the cold and her eyes are bright.

A feeling of dread is coming over me as I see her walking alone. I want to go to her, but I can't seem to make myself move. On the other side of the road a twig breaks and Ana's head turns towards the sound. I try to scream at her to get away as fast as she can, but again I can't make a sound. I somehow realize I'm not really here. It is a dream after all.

A man comes tumbling out of the bushes, holding his side and I see blood trickle through his fingers. In a language that sounds Russian Ana speaks and for some reason I can understand her.

"Are you alright, sir?" She asks the man.

"I will be fine." The man's voice is deep, growly and as his mouth opens further, I can see his canines grow.

WHAT THE FUCK?

"What…" Ana is cut off as the man lunges for her, his mouth on her throat, ignoring her struggling that becomes weaker with every second and suddenly he bites his wrist and feeds her his blood.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'm sick of feeling lonely." The man says, looking around and dashing with her limp body into the bushes.

The scene changes and I'm standing somewhere else. Right in front of me the earth is moving, the layer of snow is thinner here and something breaks through. It takes me some time to understand what I'm seeing. Four hands are clawing their way out of the earth. My jaw drops at the sight and I have no clue of what is going on.

The man I've seen earlier is the first to come up and out of the grave and he helps a raging Anastasia out.

"What have you done to me? Who are you? Why was I in the ground?" She fires all these questions in quick succession.

"I've turned you into a vampire. I'm Ailill Tyson and I'm your Maker. You were in the ground, because that is the way it's supposed to be when turning someone into a vampire." The man tells her.

That was the moment that woke me up. I don't know if this is something my mind has made up or that it is truth, but there is no such thing as vampires. I have no clue how my imagination has run off with my mind. I mean, this can't be true, right?

Since I can't go back to sleep, I start my morning ritual getting ready for class. I have some things I still need to look up and I can go over the notes Ana has somehow made without Ros or I noticing. That is something that baffles me. How is it possible she did that with us sitting right there? So many questions, but I'm a bit afraid to ask her.

It's not as if I can ask Ana if she's a vampire, because I've seen it in a dream, right? Reluctantly I leave the warmth of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and dry off. With a towel wrapped around my hips, I go back to my bedroom to dress. I pull on some jeans, T-shirt and a thick sweater because of the cold weather.

The coffeemaker is brewing, the bread is toasting and I'm pulling out the butter and orange juice. Setting my breakfast on the table, I pull my laptop closer and fire it up. I'm waiting for it to come alive and in the meantime I drink my coffee to wake me up further.

While eating, I compare my notes with Ana's notes and see that she only adjusted some of the phrasing. Added some important things and she made a diagram as an example. When she was talking about those last night, I could've smacked myself. It's logical to place those into a plan and I should've known better.

Not to brag, but I do have a brilliant mind for business and I'm having no trouble with any of the classes I take. I skate right through them with A's for everything.

I'm still trying to figure out how Ana has managed to do this. I'm thinking back, but I can't pinpoint anything concerning her typing.

The alarm on my phone goes off and I pack up the stuff I need for the day. I only have two classes today, which comes in handy, because it means that I can prepare myself better for tonight. As Ana will be here again. I want to take my time to go over everything and clean it up to be more professional.

The classes are boring, too easy and my brain shuts down, wandering towards the dreams I had last night. I can't wrap my head around the weirdness of them. I wonder why they were like that and why they felt real. As if I was there in spirit and watching Ana's past.

I'm heaving in a breath of relieve as the last bell goes, ending the torture of the monotone babbling of the professor. I almost run out of the room, setting a fast pace towards my apartment. I'm almost outside when I hear Ros calling after me.

"Hey Grey, hold up!" I turn around to see her walking towards me with her girlfriend Gwen next to her. "I can't make it tonight. My mother called me about an hour ago to tell me that my grandmother is in the hospital. I have to catch a flight home as soon as possible." Tears are streaming down her face, Gwen is hugging her as close as she can and I wish I can do that too.

"Of course, Ros. That is more important. My best wishes for your grandmother." I tell her.

"You do need to open your mouth to speak. Not like last night when you were too awestruck." Ros jokes through her tears, getting Gwen to giggle sadly and I chuckle a bit.

"I will make you proud, Ros. You need to get out of here and get home." I say and watch them walk away. I sigh and hope that I don't forget how to talk again.

I go to the deli on the other side of the street, grabbing some sandwiches and a salad for lunch and dinner. At home I take my notebooks out, laptop is standing in front of me and I start on cleaning up my business plan. Forgetting the time, not noticing it is dark outside, I'm startled out of my zone as someone knocks on my door.

Barely containing my excitement, I barrel to the door and swing it open. My breath catches in my throat as I take Ana in. She's wearing snug jeans, a tank-top under a loose fitting sweater and high-heeled boots. Her hair is tumbling around her shoulders and back. In one word she looks flawless.

"Hello." I breathe out.

"Hello." She smiles up at me. Even with heals, the top of her head barely reaches my chin.

"Come in. Ros is not coming tonight. Her grandmother is in the hospital and she had to go home." I say.

"I hope everything is alright." She says, concern lacing her voice.

"I hope so too. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" I ask as we make our way back into my apartment.

"No, thank you. I've already eaten." Again I see that tiny smirk and glint in her eyes that seem to find something funny.

I pull out the chair next to mine for her to sit on and she thanks me for it. I feel some pride for the manners my parents have instilled on me and that I can put them to good use now. I quickly get my dinner from the kitchen and something to drink.

"I've started cleaning up my plans this afternoon." I say as I sit down. "I hope you don't mind that I've used your diagram as example. I've altered it to suit my business plan, but still."

"That's alright. Can I see what you have so far?"

I push the laptop her way, watching her going over it as I'm eating my salad. I notice once again that she's a very fast reader. My mind drifts back to the strange dream I've had and I wonder if there is truth in it.

Ana is finished reading at the same time I finish my dinner. I clear the table from my plate, taking it into the kitchen and go back to her quickly.

"Can I ask you something?" I begin hesitantly.

"Of course." She says brightly.

"You made notes on my laptop last night." She nods and I feel a bit bolder now. "When did you do that?"

"What do you mean?" Her pupils start to dilate as she heaves in a deep breath. Her nostrils flare and I'm almost sure I hear her growl under her breath.

"Ros and I haven't seen you make those notes and we were very surprised by it." I don't know what it is, but the look in her eyes seems sharper now and focused on me in a way that makes me very nervous.

"I work with computers all night, every night of the week. I type very fast, because I've been doing it for so long. I can type blind without making mistakes. Apparently the both of you didn't pay attention to the clicking of the keys." Ana sounds defensive now.

"The notes are very helpful. Thank you for that. I'm sorry if I've upset you with the question." I tell her.

"It's okay. I'm sorry if I sounded a bit harsh just now. You took me by surprise with that." She says. Her eyes have softened again and her tone is gentle.

"What do you think of what I have so far?" I ask to take the conversation to safer zones.

"Everything you have worked out is very good. No need to change that. Is there anything else you need to include in there?"

"I was about to start with the last notebook when you knocked on my door." I smile shyly at her. My God! She's gorgeous!

"Don't let me distract you." Her smile lights up her pale, flawless face.

We work together to finish my plan. I've suggested that she types and I dictate. She just shrugs her shoulders and her fingers are flying over the keyboard as I tell her what I have in mind.

Before I know it, it's one in the morning. The business plan is finished, several cans of soda are laying crumpled on the table and all are mine. Ana has declined everything I offered her.

I stretch my arms above my head to remove the stiffness in my shoulders from being in the position for too long. From the corner of my eyes I see Ana's raking over my body. As my muscles relax another part of me stiffens. I bite back a groan as I see a smirk ghosting her face.

"It's getting late." I say. "I'm sure you have other things to do on a Friday night." I can hear the disappointment in my own voice.

"I've cleared my schedule for the weekend. It's about time I took some time for myself. I've been working non-stop for years now." Again that secretive glint is there.

"And you thought it would be the best way to spend it helping me?" I'm flabbergasted by that thought.

"I don't mind. This is different from what I do. I build computers, design hardware and write software." Ana giggles and I'm mesmerized by her once again.

I know I'm staring at her, but I can't help it. She's talking animatedly and with an enthusiasm I've never seen.

"What?" She finally asks as it registers with her that she's the only one talking.

"Nothing." I murmur.

"I'm sorry. Once I begin talking about computers and everything concerning them, I can't be stopped." Ana apologizes. "So, Mr. Grey, where do you come from?"

Ooh, Mr. Grey! I like it!

"Originally I'm from Detroit. My adoptive parents moved us to Bellevue about thirteen years ago." I give her a very short listing.

"Ah, you come from Washington too. Let me guess, you want to start your business in Seattle?" She grins at me, flashing her very white teeth at me. I'm relieved as I don't see fangs there. Get over that stupid dream already!

"I do. I like being close to my family. Although I'm enjoying my time away from them at the moment." I grin right back at her.

"I know the feeling. My father has moved back to Great Britain about a month ago and I work closely with one of my brothers." She says.

"How many brothers do you have?"

"Two. The oldest is living in Washington DC. He's in politics." Ana rolls her eyes as if that's the most ridiculous thing ever. "Do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older brother who has recently started his own construction company and a little sister who's still in High School."

"Would that be Grey Construction?" She asks and I look at her in surprise.

"You've heard of it?"

"Elliot Grey is your brother?"

"He is. How do you know him?" I feel some sort of jealousy seeping inside of me.

"Drake, the brother I work with, has been in contact with him for the remodeling of our new building. I haven't met your brother myself."

"What made you work together with your brother? I mean, I love Elliot, but I can't imagine working together with him on a daily basis."

"We quarrel, but since we suffer the same disease, we were always dependent on each other. The oldest, Andreas has the same and it was also very difficult for him. We learned to work around it." Ana gets a strange expression on her face as she explains. Almost as if she isn't telling the whole truth.

"Were you all homeschooled?" I ask curious.

"It's not as if we could go outside in the day. We studied from home at night and we had email contact with the teachers." She tells me.

"Impressive." I sigh.

"Annoying mostly. I mean, who wants to be locked up with their brothers for so long? Not me." She giggles and it shoots straight through me.

"I don't know what that's like, but feel free to ask Mia that question." I chuckle.

"Mia? Is that your sister?"

"Yeah, she's like a little kid on a constant sugar high. I'm amazed when she's actually sleeping." I laugh at all the good memories I have.

I'm amazed that talking to Ana is so easy. It feels good to talk to a girl without being looked at as some object that's to be conquered. I get those enough in class and everywhere I go. Of course she's checked me out earlier, but I welcome it from her. I don't know what it is about her and I'm more than willing to find out.

"I'd like to meet her someday." Ana laughs right along with me, somehow it has escaped my attention that she has shifted closer to me. Or have I shifted?

"Perhaps when I'm in Bellevue for the Holidays." I blurt out.

"Perhaps." She says softly. "I should go. I'm sure you have to catch some shut eye."

Ana stands up and stretches her arms above her head. My jaw drops as her back arches, pushing her perfect breasts out and her long, luscious hair falls over her firm ass. Fucking hell! I'm hard again!

Flustered I stand up too quick, knocking my chair down in the process and my face heating up.

Her eyes snap open, widen as she takes me in and her lips parted. I want so much to touch her in this moment. My hand is already stretching towards her, but I catch myself and push the need down. She seems to gravitate towards me as much as I to her.

We stand there staring at each other, breathing rather heavily and I hear that same kind of growl I heard earlier this evening.

Suddenly a weird noise makes itself known, snapping us out of our staring match and Ana is searching through her bag for her phone apparently. She looks at it for a moment, reading whatever it says and puts it back again.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Ana asks.

"Um…" I have to clear my throat several times. "Nothing."

"Would you like to go out with me?"

My jaw drops at her question. I'm stunned silent for a moment again. You seem to have that a lot around her, Grey.

"Yes." I say, plain and simple.

"I will pick you up around seven." With that being said, she grabs her stuff and makes for the door.

I follow her as fast as I can to open the door for her. Once again her shoulder brushes along my chest and I freeze up a bit, but the tingling on my skin is overpowering the urge to fight. I catch her hand before she steps out completely and she turns enough to look at me.

I don't know why I stop her, but I gently pull her to me and give her a quick hug. I've never hugged anyone besides Mia and even then it takes all my strength not to flip out. It tingles!

"Thank you for all your help and I'll see you tomorrow." I whisper.

"You're welcome and I look forward to it." She whispers as well.

Just as last night, I stand in the doorway until she's gone and slowly close the door. I heave in a big sigh, leaning against the door and wonder what just happened. I lock up, turn off the lights and make myself ready for bed.

I fall into a deep slumber, nightmares stay away and the same goes for the dreams.