A/N: I challenge you! Yeah, that's right, I challenge you- to write a review on the following chapter! If you don't I guess that makes you WEAK…..

Huh. Yeah. I know you can't resist. I couldn't if I tried.

Thing start picking up in this chapter, and we have a FIGHT soon! =) But the fight's not in this chapter...

I don't own Dead Is.

"Poppy! Poppy Yvette, get back here!" I shouted at my sister's back. "I'm serious!"

Daisy was right next to me. She looked oddly calm.

After a few squawks and tumbles, Poppy had finally managed to shift back into her human form. Where she promptly burst into tears. And pushed past us and out the back door.

Now, we were chasing her in our backyard. She was headed for the woods, which lined the back of our 1 acre backyard. The thought somewhat scared, because I knew how frightening the Nightshade woods can be.

Suddenly, Poppy stopped, jerking backward violently, like she had just ran into a barrier. With a yelp, she stumbled backward, but managed to regain her footing.

Then, without warning, she shot backwards again, but this time, like someone had grabbed her arm and began to run towards us. She skittered to a stop right in front of us.

"What the Hell?" She exclaimed, her face red and puffy from crying and anger.

"Sorry." Daisy muttered sheepishly. I stared at her. She moved Poppy with telekinesis?

"Don't be! I don't want this!" She began to cry again.

"Why not?" I asked, getting a bit angry. I understood why she was upset, but there were a million better ways to handle it.

"Because! All of this is so stupid! I hate this! My life was perfectly fine! Now it's all screwed up, and I just hate this!" She seethed, throwing her hands into the air in frustration.

"You're not the only one who's life is screwed up, you know!" I snapped back. She blinked like she'd been slapped.

"I know, but none of you are…you know…ugh!" She stamped her foot like an impatient toddler and turned around to walk away.

"She just doesn't want to be a shifter because she's dating a vampire."

My jaw almost hit the floor as I turned to my little sister, who'd been silent the entire time. I nudged her, but it was too late.

Poppy whirled around so fast, she was like a blur. The smack hit Daisy's face on her right cheek, making her head snap to the side. Before I even had time to react, Daisy doubled up her fist and planted a punch smack in the middle of Poppy's stomach. She folded over with an "Oomph!"

"Stop it!" I screeched unnecessarily. Daisy was only standing, watching Poppy intently, curling and uncurling her fist. Her face was impassive.

"I don't do the sissy-fight slaps." She spoke, even and controlled. Her cheek was bright pink. Then she turned around and walked back towards the house.

Poppy straightened and looked me in the eye. "What are you going to do?" Before I could ask whether she was talking about her little slap-then-punch, or the shifting thing, she pushed past me and trudged back to the house.

I woke up to the doorbell being rung repeatedly instead of the normal Alice Cooper from my alarm clock.

I stared at the ceiling, praying whoever it was would go away. Apparently, my parents must've had the same idea, as did Daisy, because the person at the door just continued ringing the bell. Which left me to answer the door, seeing as Poppy had already left for work at the Boardwalk. I threw off the covers and padded to my door only to hear it being pushed open. I heard Daisy's voice talking low to whoever was at the door. It was silent for a moment or two, then the I heard the door close. Before long, I heard a car start up and drive away.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before descending downstairs. "Who was that?" No answer. "Daisy? Who was that?" Nothing. I turned to the fridge and saw a note hastily scrawled in my sisters handwriting stuck to the door.

Went out. Be back Later.


I sighed again and pulled open the fridge, caving in to my growling stomach. I pulled out a plastic bag with a couple of pieces of pizza from my lunch yesterday. I pulled out and piece and chewed thoughtfully, wondering who was at the door. For some reason, a troubling sense lingered in the back of my mind. I pulled out my phone and fired off a quick text to Daisy, asking where she went.

I waited for a few minutes before accepting that she wasn't going to reply. I set my phone down on the counter and went upstairs to change into some sweatpants and put on a sweatshirt over my tank top. I pulled on some Uggs and threw my hair into a sloppy ponytail as I went back downstairs. I grabbed the other piece of pizza and put my phone in my pocket before snatching the keys off of the counter and making my way outside to the car.

I hummed to myself as I unlocked the door and slid into the front seat. I sent off another text, only this time, to Nicholas. I asked if he was up yet, and if he could meet me at Poland Park, a cute little park on the outskirts of town.

His reply came immediately. He would meet me in half-an-hour.

I turned in the engine and slowly backed out of the drive. As I drove along to Slim's, I wondered who was at the door. Probably Ryan. I thought. Well, actually, that was half-likely. I remember he and Sean used to scale the side of the house and come in through Daisy's bedroom window. If he had wanted to talk to her so bad that he rang the bell a million times, probably waking up my dad, then he probably would've just climbed in through the window.

I pulled into Slim's and as soon as I walked through the door, the smell of fried dough and powdered sugar pelted my nose. I looked up at the board; it said TODAY'S SPECIAL: FUNNEL CAKES, 2.50!

I eagerly walked up to the register to place a to-go order. As I waited in line, I looked around, noticing that there was a good amount of people here for breakfast. Flo was scurrying around, taking orders and delivering food as fast as she could.

She caught sight of me as she rushed over to the spinny-order-wheel-thingy to put someone's order up. "Where's your sister?" She asked. She was scowling a bit, and she sounded irritated.

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Sorry, I didn't know she had to work today. Someone came and got her this morning, about 45 minutes ago. I don't know where she is, though." I responded.

With a sigh, Flo raced off to deliver someone's stack of pancakes.

Natalie was working the register. She looked kind of flustered, and I inferred that she must not normally help out around Slim's- it was never needed, always taken care of by the Staff of three- Slim, Flo, and Daisy.

"I'm sorry for the wait, Rose. I just don't know how to work this." Natalie sounded near-hysteria.

"You're doing fine." I assured her. I placed an order for two Funnel Cakes and two large coffees. The leftover pizza just wasn't enough.

A few minutes later, I received my breakfast and headed down to Poland Park.

Nicholas was already there, absorbed in a novel, sitting under a large, shady oak tree.

"Hey!" I called cheerfully. I waved at him, holding the brown paper carry-out bag.

He broke into a grin and jogged over to me. He enveloped me into a giant hug and gave me a quick, Good-Morning kiss. "Funnel cakes?" He asked, sniffing the air. I smiled.

"And coffee." I nodded. He carried the coffee and we walked back over to where was previously sitting.

Immediately, we both started eating our Funnel Cakes. They were fresh and warm, right out of the fryer. I let out an appreciative moan.

Nicholas grinned at me. "You have some powdered sugar on your lips." He swooped in and kissed me. "Got it." He murmured against my skin.

I reacted instantly, pulling my arms around him, pulling him closer. A few minutes later, a wandering thought popped into my head and I remembered why I'd came. I pulled away, giggling at the disappointment in his face.

"I have to talk to you." I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow. "What about?"

"Poppy shifted." I said casually, licking some powdered sugar off my thumb.

He froze next to me. "When? Where? What happened? Into what? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He pelted me with questions.

"Slow down!" I laughed. "One at a time!"

"Sorry." He muttered. "It's just, I really wanna know. It's kind of important."

"I know." I sighed. "Just last night, in her room. We startled her, and next thing we knew, Poppy was a dove. And sorry, it was just kind of a lot to process." I shrugged.

"A dove?" He asked. I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Rose, but I gotta go call my dad. The Council has to know. I'll be right back." He said, excusing himself to make a phone call.

As he paced the hilltop behind me, jabbering to his dad, I sighed and leaned back into the tree trunk.

As I stared off into the distance, a small thought squeaked into my mind:

He's going to hurt me.

I let out a yelp and covered my mouth. Where had that come from? That certainly didn't belong to me. Apparently, whatever it was, it was important enough to slither into my mind.

"What's up?" Nicholas said suddenly. I spun around quickly to see him off the phone, staring at me worriedly.

"N-nothing." I stammered.

"Rose, you know you can tell me anything." He murmured, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Yeah." I let out a breath. " 'He's going to hurt me.'"


"That's what I heard. In my mind. It wasn't my thought, but someone must have thought it. I don't know." I admitted.

He inspected my face. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked finally.

"What? Yes!" I said, getting angry. "I'm not imagining things!"

"Okay, well, do you know who it might be?"

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously not, Nicholas." I sighed again. "Sorry."

"S'alright. You're snippy when you're mad. It's fine." He took my hand and swung it. "My dad wants to talk to Poppy. And you." He said.

"Why me?" I asked, pulling a face.

"Well, you were there when Poppy first shifted." He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So was Daisy." I said, confused.

"Oh." He looked surprised. "Well, then, her too." He sat back down and stuffed the rest of his funnel cake into his mouth.

I laughed at his antics and joined him. "When?"

"Later today, before the Council meeting tonight. About 6:30-ish."

"Done." I said, kissing the powdered sugar from his lips.

A/N: So, I'm SOOOOO sorry for not updating sooner! I've been busy, and my Muse for this story switched roles with another Muse for another story. Sorry. =(

In response to the anonymous reviewer Me: You have every right to be mad at me for not updating in forever. But I assure you, I am NOT abandoning this story. As for your first review:

The werewolf girl from book 2 is Elise Wilder. Yeah, she's a werewolf- but shifters and werewolves are actually two different things. The Wilder family is a powerful shifting family, and in the second book, Elise's cousin is killed. Remember when Daisy asked why he didn't just shift and run away from his attacker? I don't remember who said it, but the quote is "He shifted into a rabbit. Which made for interesting family reunions, as everyone else in the Wilder family shifts into a predator." So shifters can shift into any animal- even doves. =) I hope that cleared everything up a bit. I've inspected this from every angles, just to make sure it was enjoyable for the lovely readers.

Please review? Remember my challenge…;)

Au revior, little biscuits!

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