WE MEET AGAIN (Guess who?)

I'm back in my room. It's way past midnight and I'm supposed to be doing my Lycan Study Group homework, but I'm writing in my diary and looking at the magazine ad for Rebel's cage fight.

When we got home from the meeting, mum told us to sleep early, she would be taking Savy and I out to Gate City after Lycan Study Group to choose the wallpaper and loft beds for our home renovation. Flynn and Hank would be coming with us. This was Dad's condition to allow my mum to leave his sight. The pack was still on alert since the rogue attack on Thursday.

My mum was determined to have the house renovation underway, particularly my room. I'm still camping in Savy's room. Mum said I was a messy camper.

I told her it was Savy's mess that got mixed up with my numerous neat piles.

But I had Lycan Study Group homework to do. I just didn't feel like it though. I'm tired, I didn't feel like memorizing anything right now. I folded Rebel's magazine page carefully. I will show it to Dad tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and I added a post it on top to remind myself to ask Dad if he remembered anything about Marcus' dad. I did promise Marcus.

Okay, I'm going to work on my Lycan Study Group homework now. Just need to put my head down on the table for a while because I've just been really drained since coming back from the meeting.

A minute later I opened my eyes and startled when I realized that I wasn't in my room anymore. I was sleeping at a desk along a very white corridor. My hair was very long, falling past my shoulders. In the white clinical light, I touched it surprised, my hair was a dark midnight blue. Like the color of a clear sky at night.

I must be dreaming again.

I looked on the desk in front of me and saw my Lycan homework file and the folded magazine ad of Rebel with my post it reminder to "ask Dad for Marcus". I must have fallen asleep on them, or else this was a stress dream and the Goddess wanted me to do my homework and fulfill my promises like a good Lycan should.

Besides my stuff, there were two built in computer screens, but a paper handwritten sign taped to them read "Out of Order".

There was also a calendar on the desk, it showed today's date. An empty pen cup and a note pad. I could see from the ripped edges and pen indents left on the top sheet that this was the note pad that provided the paper for the out of order sign.

I got up from the desk. Like in all my dreams, there was no smell and I could see the moon through the strip of glass lining the top of the corridor wall. We were partially underground.

I'm a little scared. I got up and decided to explore a little. Would I find my mate here? I looked at my things on the desk and picked them up. I didn't dare leave stuff on the desk in case someone comes along.

I got the feeling from the white bare walls and the security cameras that I really shouldn't be here. Do security cameras capture dream people? This was just a dream right? I'm not really here right? I was still wearing the grey t-shirt from my overall dress outfit that mum had picked, but I had changed to a pair of sweat pants and was barefoot now.

At least I'm not in anything embarrassing.

At the nearest end of the corridor was a stairway leading up. On the other end, there was a door. It had a lock switch next to it. Which meant I probably won't be able to come back in unless I left the door ajar.

Go up the stairs? Or through the door?

I decided to peek behind the door first, so I go over and pressed the lock switch. I heard a low buzzing noise as the door unlocked. I pushed it open, it was heavy and was made to swing back quite quickly.

Inside was a large white room containing three other rooms? So weird. A bit like a badly planned clinic that tried to squeeze one too many doctor consultation rooms into it. The narrow strip of glass on the top of one side of the room let in the moon. It was quiet, and bare, and I was going to let the door shut again when I saw another paper note stuck to one of the doors.

The paper note had a large a circle with a capital R scribbled inside it. There were smaller words under it, but it was written with a ballpoint pen and hard to see from where I stood.

I looked around the door inside the room, there was a keypad lock inside, but I didn't have the number. If I go any further, I'd have to let go of the door and be locked in.

But there was a note with Rebel's emblem on it. So far, yet so close.

I squeezed the file in my hand. Oh yeah, my Lycan homework file! I stuffed the folded magazine page into the large back pocket of my sweat pants and stepped into the room, using my file to jam between the door gap so that it couldn't close completely. I even positioned the file where the lock bolt was, but it wasn't necessary, the file and the few sheets of paper seemed to stop the door from closing completely just fine.

Seeing that my door jam was secure, I quickly make my way to the paper note.

Under the scribbled emblem, were the words, "Tomorrow, 9.30 shipment. Prep at 8. 3cc shot. Bind tightly. P.s. boss said not to provoke again. 696996"

There was a window on the door, I hadn't noticed it till I realized there was a face barely inches from mine behind the glass.

I screamed.

I'm ashamed, but it's true. I screamed like a girl. Until this moment, I had not believed that I was capable of making such a sound.

And after I screamed, I felt the tears squeeze out from my tear ducts, quite without warning.

I wiped them away and growled at the face, it belonged to a certain golden eyed man, and I instinctively walked toward him, but he remained behind the door.

I could not open the door. It was locked. There was a number pad next to his door.

He said something but I could not hear him. He narrowed his eyes annoyed at me. He shouted, but I couldn't hear him at all. I shook my head and touched my ear.

Me no can hear you, Dumbbell!

"Stooooopid" I said to him aloud. He looked blankly at me, which confirmed he couldn't hear me either.

So my embarrassingly high pitched scream went unheard by mate too? One could only hope.

Oh, but if I couldn't talk to him, I could still give him information to help him!

I tore of the hand written note off his door and held it to the window. He frowned at it. His expression alarmed and then contemplative.

He tapped the door and gave me a thumbs up. I stared at him like he was mad. I didn't know what he was trying to say.

He got more agitated. Something to do with the note. He gave me a thumbs up, then four fingers, and another thumbs up.

What?

He drew his hand across his stoopid handsome face in frustration and walked away from the door.

Now that there was some space between us, and he was completely turned away from me, I could see he was topless, with only his usual tight black leather pants and boots. When he turned his head to face me again, I noticed his hair had grown out somewhat, the curls licking around his jawline, and he was sporting a shadow.

He glowered at me and then crossed his arms. What? He didn't like that I was checking him out? Hahahaha. But I wasn't! Well, maybe just a little bit, but not like in a perverted way or anything!

I've been staring at the poster for hours since I got it earlier today. The picture was so dark, it was nice seeing him in the light, filling in the details that the shadows in the photo had covered.

He was in front of the glass again. He tapped to get my attention.

Then he held up both hands and showed me six fingers, then nine fingers, then six fingers, then nine fingers, then...

Ohhhh. The numbers on the note? His captors would leave a note on his door with the number lock written on it? My eyes widened in disbelief.

Well I don't suppose they expected anyone else to come in and see it.

I tried it on the number pad and the door unlocked with a solid click. It worked! Yes! I pushed the heavy door and stepped through.