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face with detail, just a blank figure of a male. I saw my past self slowly turn with hesitation. I was standing between the past me and the black figure, so I took a few steps back and watched the scene play out like a movie.
    “Anaya, please say something,” the figure said. I need to hear your voice. Please tell me you still love me.” His voice carried urgency.
    My past self stood there for a few seconds. It looked as if I was taking in the figure, scanning it from head to toe. I was almost jealous of my past self because I knew my past self recognized him, which meant it could see every detail of the figure I was dying to see.
    “You shouldn’t have come. You should leave this place. Forget everything about your life and me.” My past self paused and a tear came out my eye, just one. “We’re going to hunt you. It’s inevitable, you know? You have to leave or be killed.” Why was I upset about killing a monster or whatever it was?
    “You know I can’t leave you. I love you.” This was crazy. My imagination had to be running mad. It was just a dream, but it felt so real. “Anaya, you’re not listening to what I am saying. I love you. When you fall and rise again, I will find you. This is not the last of us.”
    “That’s not possible. You’re one of them,” my past self said. “I can’t even use the word to call you what you are. It disgusts me.” I had no tears, just anger covering my sadness, and yes, I believe I had a desire to go to him. I could tell I was holding back the way I really felt about him. I was using my anger as a mask.
    “I will find you in your next rise, no matter how long it takes. We’ll be together again, Anya. It’s our destiny. I know I’m different, but not in my heart. It will always be yours. You’ll see one day.”
    Vladimir came out of nowhere and stood in a fighting stance by my past self. He was ready to protect me from the black silhouette. I didn’t have the time to figure out why because I woke up abruptly with my feet still in the stream. The dream was the beginning of the vision I’d had while kissing Vladimir. The figure was always the same, just a black silhouette. It took a minute to shake the dream and fully come back to reality.
    It was nighttime, and my eyes adjusted quickly. The moon replaced the sun high above, and the sky was clear. My eyes focused on the dancing stars above me, and I traced them with my finger as if I could touch them. I was in deep thought when I was interrupted by a noise coming from the direction of the trees behind me. I thought it was the wind blowing, but … snap … snap … another sound. I jumped out of my sedation.
    “What is a young woman like yourself doing so far out in the middle of nowhere at night?” a steady voice asked, but I saw no one. Why was I not on my guard? Quickly I opened myself up. After a few shorts seconds, I felt as if I was back at the field the night we killed the werewolves. The same sense of lightning crashed into me, taking me to my knees with invading emotions. I had to shut it out if I wanted to stand and defend myself. It took everything I had to do so. I stood up, this time ready for engagement. I was able to pinpoint the location of the voice in the trees during the short time I was open. It was the same being I had sensed in the field, the figure with no face, the figure from my dreams. I was sure of that. Finally reality came for me to kill it.
    “What do you want? Show yourself, if you’re not afraid.” I refused to say anything else. I stood like a statue, waiting for the grand reveal.
    The silhouette stepped out of the tree line, not too far from me but still shaded from the moonlight. I couldn’t make out his features. I realized I was without my swords again, so my skill and bare hands were going to have to do. I wouldn’t let my senses feel him again for fear I would drop to my knees, and he would have the advantage over me. He didn’t want to kill me in my dreams or during