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Title - The Reoccurring Nightmare Disclaimer - I do not own these characters, Fox does and I'm just borrowing them. Seriously. I am. :) Summary - Reoccurring Nightmare Author's Notes - I promise I'll actually continue my two series after this. Really I will. :) ** At first I thought it was the storm which woke me. But as I heard the soft padding of his mother's footsteps I realized that a loud knock on the front door had roused me from my sleep. I sat up in the bed and listened as the front door creaked open. My mother cried out for dad to come quickly. I got up and slowly crept out of the bedroom, careful not to wake my sleeping sister. I hid on the staircase, the visitor stood alone in the main hallway slowly puffing on his cigarette. The tall man looked up to the top of the staircase as he ran his fingers threw his graying hair. I took in a sharp breath when the man gave me knowing smile. I thought I was better hidden than that. I curled up into a tighter ball when I heard my father's loud footsteps. "What do you want?" Dad's face turned scarlet as he growled at the man. I recognized my father's tone at once. It was the angry frightened growl he used that time I rode my bike out into the street without looking both ways nearly getting hit by a passing car. The fact that my father was scared frightened me more than the mean glint in our guest's eyes. The visitor took a drag of his cigarette. "I've come for the girl." I glanced into the bedroom, my sister was still there sleeping peacefully. I watched as his father held my mother back, she was trying to strike at the man. With her arms reaching toward the visitor, she screamed that she hated him. The man only smiled at his mother, "You didn't always seem to think that." The visitor took another drag of his cigarette. He spoke with an eerie calm, "This is for your sake." He tried to put a hand on my mother's cheek but she flinched away as if it burned her, "If I do not have her everything that I have built will be in ruins." The man blew smoke into my parent's faces. "The boy will grow up to be loyal to me. You know how these things work out. His sister is the problem. She will be taken, one way or another. It's your choice." The thunder cracked over head as he turned and left. I saw my mother collapse into my father's broad shoulders, sobbing. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Through bleary eyes I saw my mother tuck her red hair behind her ear and look up into my father's eyes as she said, "What are we going to do?" Lightening flashed and my dad looked up the stairs at my huddled form and murmured, "I don't know, Dana, I don't know..." As he hugged my mother's small frame tighter.
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