I don't own the characters, they are the property of Kelley Armstrong. I'm just playing with them for awhile.

They were getting closer. I could hear them running through the woods after me. I was tempted to spare a glance behind me, but knew that was pointless. If I was already running as fast as I could, then nothing I would see behind me would make me run any faster. That was the theory anyway. Never saw the point in putting it to the test. I mean, in every movie I have seen where the girl is getting chased in the woods, she's usually ok until she looks back. Then she usually trips over a tree root, or falls into a bear pit. So, no looking back for Chloe. But even if I couldn't see behind me, I could hear. What I heard wasn't good. I had started off with a good lead on them, but they must have just been pacing themselves, waiting for me to tire. I had used up most of my energy in the initial panic-induced bolt, and now I was very much feeling the fact that we had been running for at least a mile now.

Oh, who was I kidding? I couldn't outrun them. I was being chased by werewolves, and from what Derek told me, I would have to be an Olympic rated long-distance sprinter for even half a chance.

They were definitely going to catch me, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was too dark to look for a weapon, and even if I could find one, it wouldn't matter. They were faster. Stronger. And I had fallen right into their hands.

One of them was running beside me, a huge smirk on his face.

"You can slow down now, little girl, we ain't gonna hurt ya," He leered at me. Yea, right.

I choked back a scream. I needed to save my air for running.

The other was gone. I couldn't hear or see him, but that didn't mean he wasn't close by. Probably looping around to head me off at the end of the trail. This trail had to end sometime, I mean, we were in a state park. How big could it be?

"The Adirondack State Park has over six point one million acres, making it the largest state park in the country," I recalled what Derek had told me earlier. The image of a never-ending forest flashed in my head. Oh why did decide to go swimming in the river alone? Yes, it was hot. Yes, the river was cool. But that's no excuse for this amount of stupidity. Derek was right. I really did need to start listening to him more. I made a silent promise that if I got out of this, I would NEVER ignore Derek's perfectly reasonable warnings again.

Silence. All I could hear now was my breathing and the sounds I was making clumsily crashing through the trees. Maybe they were Changing shapes.

I looked back. The bigger one was only two feet behind me, looking like he was having the time of his life. Which, he probably was.

I got tackled from the side. As I fell, I tried to twist out of his grasp, but he was too strong. Then I did scream. Or tried to anyway. As I sucked in a lungful of air, he punched me in the stomach and all the air was knocked out of my body.

"Scream as loud as you want, Cutie. Ain't no one gonna hear you out here. Remember, you sent your boyfriend away… And he ain't coming back for you this time. You done made sure off that. It was pretty fun for us to watch. Especially when you were splashing around in that river." He said all of this with his face only two inches from mine. His breath was foul and putrid, and the look on his face was sending shockwaves of terror through me.

My whole body was shaking. I was trying as hard as I could not to panic, to stay in control, but there was nothing I could do. I was just a passenger, along for the ride.

He had his knife out, and placed it almost tenderly against my cheek.

"Now, we're gonna have some fun, little girl. And remember, you can scream all you want, and believe me, you will scream-"

"That's right, girl you gonna scream good for us," Ramon cut in.

"Shut up. I'm trying to have a moment with this pretty little thing here, and you just keep interrupting. Are you trying to ruin the atmosphere? You know these kind of things have to go just right." He turned back to me. "Now, where were we?" He pressed the knife in harder.

"Wh-wh-why are you doing this to me?" The words escaped involuntarily.

"Oh, you hear that Ramon? She wants to know why we are doing this to her!" Liam laughed. "That is just so cute! You think we actually need a reason? Listen to this girl Ramon, she thinks we need a reason. How's this for a reason. Because we can. Because if you and your stupid little mutt boyfriend hadn't crossed us, we wouldn't have gotten caught. Do you know what that psycho from the Pack did to us? He fucked up our hands real good. And now we're gonna do the same to you. And then some. After of course we get a little taste of what your boy's been having. Ramon, why don't you grab her arms?"

As Ramon grabbed my arms, Liam tore my shorts down. I started struggling, trying to get away, no matter how fruitless the effort was. Every time I moved, I felt the knife dig in deeper. Then I heard the sound that I had been dreading; the sound that made me feel like I hadn't even known what terror was. A zipper being pulled down.

Before I was even really all the way aware of it, the scream started.


I bolted upright in bed. I was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. Tried to remember what I was dreaming about.

Chloe. My dream. Bits and pieces of the dream surfaced, and I repressed a shudder. Chloe running for her life, Chloe sobbing in terror. Chloe screaming my name as he...

I had to calm down. My heart was pounding so hard, and it felt like I had fire running through my veins along with my blood. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to bellow in rage and punch a hole in the wall. I took a few deep breaths, and glanced over at Simon, who was snoring like a freight train, as per usual.

A door creaked open down the hall. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was silently making my way across the room. I opened my door.

Chloe was standing there with her fist raised, poised to knock. Pale and shaking, she grabbed my arms.

"Derek?" Her voice, which my ears have been so attuned to lately, was barely a whisper. "What are you doing up? "

"Nightmare. What's up?"

"Um, well, I had a nightmare too. It was so horrible, and I didn't think I could go back to sleep until I talked about it. You know, with you."

" Come on," I said quietly, trying not to wake Simon, who was still snoring like a freight train. Good old Simon, the perfect cover to whispered conversations with the girl you are having nightmares about.

-Me! She came to see me to comfort her!-

I tried to push that thought, and the feelings that came with it, aside. I was her friend. The leader of our little group of genetically altered supernaturals. I usually had all the answers for her, or tried to anyways. Her coming to me didn't mean anything.

I put my arm around her, and led her down the hallway. She was sobbing now; quietly, and her breath was coming in quick little gasps. I was worried that she would start hyperventilating if I didn't get her calmed down soon.

Still shaking, she let me guide her to the couch in the game room. The clock on the wall said it was a quarter past two in the morning. As I gingerly led her onto the couch, I considered how a couple weeks before, I would have been completely at a loss as to what to do. Now I knew better.

She sat on the couch, arms clenched around her knees. She looked up at me, eyes filled with tears, bottom lip quivering, and all I wanted was to find whatever the nightmare was about and tear it limb from limb. Which would have been hard if this was a ghost nightmare.

I sat down next to her, and she curled into my side.

"It felt so real!" She sobbed. "Oh, God, it was so real. I was so scared, and I knew Derek, I knew that it was going to happen. That he just wanted to- Oh, God." I put my arms around her, and she leaned into me.

"Shhh. It's ok. Was it a ghost?" I asked her. I had a feeling I knew the "He" she was talking about though. "You don't have to talk about this right now if you don't want to, Chloe. If it's too hard, it can wait until tomorrow. I'm not going anywhere."

She looked at me, tears glistening on her eyelashes like diamonds, and gave me a weak, watery smile.

"No, it's ok. I'll feel better if I talk about it, otherwise, I'll just lay awake all night thinking about it, you know?" She paused, took a deep breath. "It was… Liam and Ramon. At first they were chasing me through a trail in the woods. And as I was running, I just knew that they were going to get me. That I wasn't going to get away. And they caught me. Liam said he was going to… going to…" She shuddered hard, her voice giving out at the end. I just held her tighter. She took another deep breath, let it out and took one more. "He told Ramon to grab my arms and then he- Oh God. I heard his zipper… Oh, God," she was crying again. I considered her words. Then froze, considering the implications. What if it wasn't just a dream? What if it was a premonition of some kind? Why did I have the same one?

She looked up at me, a mixture of guilt and shock written on her face.

"Oh, Derek, I'm sorry, I completely forgot! Here I am, going on about my nightmare, when you said you had one too! Did you want to talk about it? I understand if you don't." Her expression was that of complete and total concern. Concern about me. About my feelings, which has been completely unprecedented in my life. At least as far as girls were concerned. I tried not to think about how her hair smelled like lavender. How right she felt in my arms, like she belonged there. How wrong it was for me to be thinking about these things at all.

"I think I had the same dream," I said, the words coming out harsher than I meant them to. She didn't seem to care.

"You did? How? I mean, how do you know?" she asked.

Yeah, how did I know? I mean, just because she and I apparently had a nightmare at the same time, involving the same people and events doesn't mean that we had the same dream. So I told her what I remembered from my dream. By the time I had gotten to the part where she was tackled, she clearly believed me. I skipped the rest and told her that I woke up when she screamed at the end.

"That's when I woke up too. That's so weird, that we had the same dream and all. What do you think it means, Derek?" She had calmed down now, curiosity temporarily outweighing fear.

She hadn't pulled away from me like I had expected her too. She just seemed perfectly content resting her head in the crook of my shoulder, and she was absentmindedly rubbing circles on my hand with her thumb. Not that I was complaining or anything. It was nice knowing that she trusted me. That I made her feel safe. Considering that she had let out a small scream the first time she saw me, we had come a very long way in a few short weeks. I had to remind myself that we were friends. Just friends. Nothing more. We wouldn't ever be anything more. She liked Simon, my brother, and he obviously liked her too.

I didn't just like her. I lo-

Pushing that thought away now.

"Derek?" I realized that I had been staring at her, and hadn't answered her question.

"Sorry. Um, I was just, well, I don't know what it means. Maybe we should ask Andrew in the morning. I can ask him if you want, that way you don't have to go have to go through it again. And if he doesn't know what it means, then we will find out someone who does."

"Ok. Thanks, Derek. I'm sorry that I keep waking you up for stupid things like this. It seems like every time you might actually get a good night's sleep, I'm knocking on your door with some mini-crisis," She smiled up at me, but it reached her eyes this time. Her eyelashes were still dark from the crying, and her bottom lip was still trembling. I could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, which made me think about how various parts of her body were pressed against me. Rising. And falling.

This time I shuddered.

"It's ok, Chloe. I told you before, get me anytime. But maybe we should go back up now, try to get some sleep. Andrew says we have a big day ahead of us, and-"

"Uh-huh," she murmured. She put her head back on my shoulder, apparently deciding she was fine where she was, thank you.

"Can we just stay right here, for a little while please? I don't want to be alone right now, and I'm so sleepy," She yawned the last part. A couple minutes later, she was asleep. I listened to her deep and even breathing, and the sound lulled me to sleep too.

This is my first fanfic, and I had to submit without a beta, so sorry if it's a little rough. Please review! That way, I know if I should write more. Oh, and if anyone is interested in being my beta reader, please send me a message! Thanks!