• This is not Twilight. Nor is it based off of Twilight. You know why this can never be Twilight? This story is not a romance, with a superstrong and handsome guy saving a pretty, helpless girl. Yet, I'm not sure how to categorize this tale. Mystery, perhaps. Not a horror, not at all. This tale has a protaginist that is kind and pretty, but certainly not helpless. She is independent and extremely intellegent, able to use logic in situations that are certainly not logical. Her imagination and her reasoning work in harmony, which is an important trait to have in the world she has suddenly been plunged into.

    And so the tale begins.

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    The First Dream.

    "Why are we here, Zero?"

    I could somehow tell--it was Stephen and Isabelle. I couldn't see their faces--all I heard were thier voices. And thier voices sounded not very much like thier ones in real life. But I knew it was them. In real life, though, I would hardly hear Isabelle's voice at all. In this dream, Isabelle's voice seemed to me very pretty, but demanding as well. Or perhaps it was the words she was speaking that seemed demanding, as she continued:

    "Of all the people we could hunt, why her?"

    "We're not here to hunt her, Yuuki." Stephen's voice seemed more mature and commanding. He seemed to be the leader of the two, and it certainly showed in the amount of authority in his next words.

    "No, you are not to touch one hair on her head, you are not to press your lips to one drop of blood in her body. Understand?"

    "Why are we here, then?" Isabelle asked. For some reason she sounded--suspicious.

    "We are here because she knows."

    These words were spoken quietly, yet they were louder than being three feet away from a jet plane roaring up.

    "She knows?" Isabelle (or whatever Stephen was calling her--Yuuki or something) practically screamed.

    "Rather, she has the potential for knowing. She has twice-logic."

    "A human with twice-logic," Isabelle-Yuuki repeated incredulously. "Not possible, Zero."

    "Possible," Stephen asseverated. "Search her mind, if you like. She is soaking in this whole conversation. Gaining a thousand facts to add to her rapidly expanding knowledge."

    I felt a sharp pain in my head--my mind, rather. It felt like a knife cutting through my thoughts, slicing them apart and reading them. It was extremely painful, yet it wasn't quite a physical pain. My mind seemed to scream.

    "She's got good defense," Isabelle-Yuuki muttered. "So when are we going to change her?"

    Stephen (or Zero, I wasn't quite sure which) looked slightly confused. "You mean Megan? I think, by the next two weeks, she'll be changed. Or do you mean Özlem?"

    "No," Isabelle-Yuuki said. "Her. Cassandra. The human with twice-logic. She can't just know, that would be too dangerous."

    "No," Stephen-Zero replied sharply. "No. She is not being changed."

    "Why not?" Isabelle-Yuuki demanded.

    "She..hasn't got the right turn of mind."

    "I thought she had twice-logic."

    "She does, but that's not what I mean. I just...don't think she could handle it."

    "You're saying she's weak." Isabelle-Yuuki raised an eyebrow.

    "No," Stephen-Zero replied. But there was no further explanation. Suddenly Stephen-Zero said, "Come on. Let's go. I have a sudden thirst, and I don't want to take it out on her." Isabeele-Yuuki nooded, and they both disappeared, leaving me to ponder this alone in the darkness of a dream that has left you.